allonlinenovel Chapter 54 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 28
Chapter 54 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 28
Money can move gods, and it can move ghosts.
The Japanese soldiers, who had just been looking menacing, nearly dropped their guns upon hearing this.
Twenty thousand dollars!
This is almost 80% of the profits that Wen Zhao could have received, and now he's just handing it over because of a woman!
Nakamura's grip on the gun softened, and seeing this, Wen Zhao pleaded even more, "Please let her go, for the sake of the life I saved."
"Hmph!" Nakamura snorted, his lips curving into a stiff smile. "Don't let it happen again!"
If it weren't for the money, he would have killed that ungrateful woman.
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Nakamura!" Wen Zhao thanked him repeatedly, then turned around and glared at Ling Yi, who was standing there dumbfounded: "Aren't you going to come over and thank Mr. Nakamura?"
Ling Yi took two steps forward in a daze, but before she could move, Wen Zhao pressed her head down and made her bow twice. Then he hurriedly pulled her away, saying, "Hurry up and leave. Are you going to embarrass me again?"
The room fell silent as he left. The dancers, who had been smiling sweetly just moments before, now huddled in a corner like quails under the threat of guns, afraid that the beasts would notice them.
The manager, who had previously thought that giving money away was a good job, was now inwardly cursing Ling Yi as an idiot.
To so blatantly offend the Japanese, they have a death wish!
But now, he can't afford to offend the Japanese, nor can he afford to offend Ling Yi, the young mistress of the Wen family.
With gritted teeth, he stepped forward and knocked on the door, only to be met with a cold, sinister gaze.
"Mr. Nakamura," he said in fluent Japanese, "that lady just prepared gifts for you all. Shall we bring them up now?"
Gift?
Nakamura paused, his expression turning grim. "Let me see it."
The moment the box containing twenty heavy yellow croakers landed in his hands, Nakamura's cold expression vanished, and the embarrassment of his subordinates losing face in front of their colleagues disappeared.
He glanced at the others and saw that they had the same number of yellow croakers as him. On one hand, he thought that Ling Yi was good at making money, but on the other hand, he thought that she was too extravagant. He wished that she would give him all this money!
Seeing his expression soften, the manager finally mustered the courage to approach him and mysteriously placed the long, narrow box in front of him: "This is a gift she gave you all to herself; no one else has received it."
Nakamura raised an eyebrow, opened the box, and saw a sleek mutton-fat jade hairpin.
The hairpin has a warm and antique surface, and the carving is exquisite. The lily that is about to open looks like a real flower falling on it.
What a grand gesture!
The seasoned manager couldn't help but exclaim, "This hairpin is at least a fine piece from the early Ming Dynasty!"
"A precious gift for a hero, I'm sure Madam Wen feels the same way!" He began to flatter the person who gave him the gift, all for the sake of those few small yellow croakers.
Nakamura lovingly stroked the beautiful hairpin, glancing sideways at the manager without saying a word.
Wen Jun's wife is truly a virtuous woman; her gifts always touch people's hearts.
His noblewoman wife, Yuriko, who lives far away in the country, will surely love this gift!
Thinking of the greater support he could gain from the Ito family by pleasing her, his smile widened: "I've heard that your wife is truly a woman of character!"
Several Japanese officers who had received the gifts, like a bunch of sour dogs, began to praise Ling Yi, as if they weren't the ones who had just been about to kill someone.
They grabbed the dancer again and let out a disgusting wolf howl.
Seeing that these Japanese people didn't intend to vandalize the shop, the manager breathed a sigh of relief and quietly left.
We must remember that ancestor from now on and never let her in again!
Ling Yi, who had narrowly escaped death, was being pulled by the wrist by Wen Zhao as they staggered towards the outside.
Her old-fashioned dress stood out among the women in cheongsams and Western-style dresses, and her demeanor didn't seem to belong to this place.
Everyone looked at the long scratch on Wen Zhao's neck and understood immediately.
Wen Zhao shoved the person into the car, then slammed the door shut and drove off.
The roaring rear of the car seemed to express Wen Zhao's anger at that moment.
After the car left, two people emerged from the shadows around the corner of the dance hall.
"You've taken pictures of everything?" a senior colleague from the newspaper asked the young master beside him.
Yu Zhengyang nodded with a complicated expression: "I took the picture."
His newspaper is known for its close ties with Japan, and he came today on the instructions of the editor-in-chief to take photos of harmonious interactions between Japanese people and Shanghai's high society.
People are joining us in our dance hall and dancing with our dancers. How can that not be considered harmony?
Yu Zhengyang didn't expect that he would take photos of Wen Zhao and Ling Yi before he could take photos of the Japanese.
This woman is not doing well!
When Yu Zhengyang saw her being dragged out of the dance hall with red eyes, looking like a wronged woman, he felt a twisted sense of pleasure.
What good can happen to someone who breaks off their engagement with him?
She thought she had climbed the social ladder, but was still discarded by her husband like trash.
Pooh!
This is the retribution for favoring the rich and despising the poor!
Ever since Ling Yi married into the Wen family, the Yu family has been running into setbacks in the business world.
Those opportunists who were afraid of offending the Wen family dared not associate with them too closely anymore, for fear that the young master might one day remember the past engagement and hold a grudge against the Yu family, and also against those of them who had connections with the Yu family.
Seeing his family's fortunes declining, Yu Zhengyang was extremely anxious. He desperately tried to curry favor with a Japanese man, which finally brought in some more orders for his family.
The more he served the Japanese, the more he hated Ling Yi.
If she had died on the day she ran away from the wedding, he wouldn't have had to suffer these humiliations!
Now that the person he had hated day and night had finally reappeared in front of him, still in such a disheveled state, how could he not be happy?
He excitedly stroked the camera for a while, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Even if we take these photos, we can't publish them, can we?"
They're not those tabloids.
"We can't publish it ourselves, but we can sell it to newspapers that can!" The old man revealed a meaningful expression: "Newspapers will be willing to pay a high price for news about the young master's scandals!"
"That works?" Yu Zhengyang exclaimed excitedly, "Then I don't want any money, I just want them to publish this news!"
He didn't care about that little bit of money; he wanted to make Ling Yi lose face in front of everyone and let everyone know that without him, Ling Yi was a despised and resentful woman!
So what if she marries into a wealthy family? If her father-in-law dislikes her and her husband despises her, she'll be divorced sooner or later!
The old man's face stiffened, and he suddenly snatched the camera: "The Japanese are coming out, I'll take the picture!"
That idiot, he doesn't want money, but he does!
Ling Yi was unaware that she was being hated by someone she had long forgotten. At that moment, she was talking to Wen Zhao about the layout and security of the dance hall.