Chapter 237 The Party of Zongshe

Tian Xiali led the three of them to the middle of the hall, clapped her hands, and then she lowered her hands and suddenly became quiet, and they all focused their eyes to the middle.

Tian Xiali smiled with satisfaction and then said loudly: "Have you all, there are three VIPs to visit our banquet today. Who are they! French Minister Grelis, Minister *** Ito Hiromo and Mr. Zhao Bingjun, Chief Police Officer of the Military Government Police Department, please give them warm applause."

Mr. Li clapped his hands and thought about gossip. He suddenly came to Ye Zhikui's ear, smiled and said softly: "This President Zhao heard that he can't do anything."

Ye Zhikui frowned slightly and said unhappily: "A gentleman does not reveal the shortcomings of others, not to mention that General Zhao was injured in duty."

"Uh," Mr. Li glanced at Ye Zhikui speechlessly. Little thing, you a little white-faced person who is still pretending to be serious with me.

After the applause fell, Tian Xiali smiled and suddenly shouted, "Everyone, what time is it now?"

Zhao Bingjun, who was here for the first time, was really shocked by his crazy scream, but his eyes always fell on those people.

"Dance time!" The foreign men and men all responded cheerfully.

"Now, let's move." After Tian Xiali finished speaking, the pianist played a dance music, and the lights became dim. Of course, the dance parties in this era were not that wild, and the formal occasions were all social dances.

Tian Xiali looked at the three of them and said with a smile: "Everyone, I have found my goal and have fun."

Grilis glanced at Zhao Bingjun and Ito Hirobuki, and finally smiled charmingly at Zhao Bingjun. The gods took action and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, how about we dance together?"

Zhao Bingjun couldn't help but shivered, and quickly flashed a few times, disappearing.

Hirobu Ito was lustful and without any need for Tian Xiali to say, he had already started searching for women in the hall, foreign women, filtering, more than 25, filtering, too high, filtering.

Ito's pupils suddenly expanded, and his graceful figure seemed even more attractive under the dim light. His delicate pen picks outlined the delicate curves of women, like a moving Chinese landscape painting, covering from the neckline to the ankle, but cutting a split from the ankle to the waist, which is hidden because of the cover and adds imagination because of the leakage.

What makes a woman show her beauty and beautiful eyes; what is wrapped is her plump buttocks and slender waist, which is provocative and opaque.

Ito couldn't help but walk over. He was already impotence and found that he was a little impatient, waiting! That's right, Ito suddenly found that the woman was smiling sweetly at someone, and that person seemed to be.

Ito wiped his eyes, looked at it carefully without believing it, and then felt shocked. Yes, it was Ye Zhikui.

Hirobu Ito was obviously impressed by the person he had been thinking about day and night. Even if Ye Zhikui turned into ashes, he still recognized it as if someone had been poured into a basin of cold water, and from his head to his feet, he was wet and transparent.

Then, after a closer look, there were many waiters walking around Ye Zhikui, as if nothing had happened. Hirobu Ito immediately lost the intention of hunting for beauty and walked towards the entrance of the hall sadly.

"Mr. Ito, why are you back?" Griliss is a veteran at the banquet, a dance party, and a regular guest at the Fengyue Festival. He used to follow the British minister, but now he is behind himself and the Americans, and today he leaves for the first time.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, I'm a little uncomfortable, so I'll take the lead and say goodbye to Mr. Tian Xiali on my behalf." Hirobu Ito said with some depression.

Grelis was not interested in this old guy, shrugged indifferently, and said with a smile: "Then I won't give it to you."

Not to mention that Hirobu Ito saw Ye Zhikui leaving depressedly, but Zhao Bingjun walked towards several Manchus without hesitation.

"The evil dog of the military government seems to have come."

"Damn it, there are people who come there, Zhao Gou is really in a state of ghosts."

"Have those people handled it completely? He wouldn't find anything."

"Don't worry, if I come forward, there will be no clues."

"That's good, let's go back?"

"We seem guilty when we go back, see what he wants to do."

"That's right!"

Then, the few people sat silently as if nothing had happened. Not long after, Zhao Bingjun walked to the few people and then sat down next to him.

"Good wine! I didn't expect that foreign wine would be so strong. I just don't know if some Chinese people are used to drinking it. Of course, it is possible that he will not regard himself as a Chinese." Zhao Bingjun's gloomy face showed a satisfied smile and put down the goblet in his hand.

"Qing, Qing, Manchu, the remnants of the Qing Dynasty. I heard that there are a few people who are ignorant of the world who have established a sect and social party. Liangbi, I wonder if I am right?" Zhao Bingjun's eyes turned cold, and he looked at a young man in his twenties like a lonely wolf looking at food.

"General Zhao was joking. We are good people of the military government. The Zongshe Party is just a literary society, an organization specializing in Manchu culture. The military government advocates equality of the five races, and will not even have to take care of a cultural organization, right?" Liang Bi replied without fear, but his heart was turbulent. The Zongshe Party was just established, and Zhao Gou had already received the news, but he didn't know how much insider he knew.

The Zongshe Party is a group formed by young Manchus who are unwilling to fail. As time goes by and some people are investigating, the truth about the bloody night in the capital seems to be becoming clearer and clearer, far less simple than the Boxer Rebellion riots promoted by the military government. Instead, it has nothing to do with the military government's leader Ye Zhikui.

Some Manchus who hated the Boxer Rebellion to the core gradually transferred their hatred to Ye Zhikui and the military government. On the surface, they were all good people of the military government, but whenever they had the chance, they would make trouble.

"Liangbi, Yulang and Tieliang, why don't you live well? You know, it's better to live a life than to die well." Zhao Bingjun took out a dagger.

The three of them were all a little scared. What did Zhao Gou want to do? Do you dare to commit crimes at an American banquet? And there is no reason or any evidence.

Tieliang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his muscles tightened all over his body. If anything unexpected happened, he would run away immediately.

However, Zhao Bingjun slowly took the dagger and cut the steak on the table. "The knife of foreigners is too small, so it is still easy to use the dagger."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Foreign steaks like three-quarters of cooked steaks, which tastes unique. I just don't know how human meat tastes." Zhao Bingjun continued to say lightly.

Wang Xiaosheng took advantage of the inattention of others and walked into Ye Zhikui's side and whispered in his ear: "Zhao Bingjun is talking to several Manchu people. Do you want to ask him to come and meet you?"

Ye Zhikui raised his eyebrows and whispered: "Don't worry about him, let him do his own thing."

Wang Xiaosheng walked away knowingly.

"Why does that waiter look familiar?" Mr. Li glanced at Wang Xiaosheng who was leaving and said in confusion.

"You must be dazzled, Brother Li." Ye Zhikui said with a smile, and then asked again: "Why don't Brother Li go to dance?"

"Oh, I'll wait until I'm back, Brother Ye will invite you first." Mr. Li believed that Ye Zhikui would definitely not be able to dance, and then he could take the opportunity to invite Bai Weiwei to dance.

"Then wait for a meeting." Ye Zhikui stood up, smiled slightly at Bai Weiwei, and said, "Can the beautiful Miss Bai dance with the young actor?"

Bai Weiwei replied with a smile: "So it's as I wish!"

The two began to dance on the dance floor. Mr. Li watched for a while, but he didn't see Ye Zhikui stepping on Bai Weiwei. Instead, the more they danced, the closer they got.

This country bun really has two tricks to deal with women. He is worthy of being a soft-hearted guy. Mr. Li said angrily.

"This beautiful gentleman, can you ask you to dance with me?" Mr. Li was depressed and a sweet voice came from his ears.
Chapter completed!