Zhang Tianhao rested at the three An Ran girls¡¯ place until midnight, and then returned to the villa. He also learned about the thoughts of several people, and An Ran and the four Shanghai girls also had plans to join.
This is obviously something Zhang Tianhao did not expect, but there seems to be little connection between them and Wen Yayue and the others, and the four of them want to join the underground party.
This is a complete surprise for Zhang Tianhao.
Once the two parties meet directly in the future, Zhang Tianhao will feel a little cold just thinking about it.
Of course, Zhang Tianhao only told him this when they talked about it one by one.
Zhang Tianhao did not comment on this, but told them to be careful again and again. The only thing for them to remember is to be careful again and again.
With mixed feelings, Zhang Tianhao returned directly to the villa, then took a bottle of red wine, sat in the hall and drank slowly.
He didn¡¯t expect that after the girls had been outside for more than a year, their whole thoughts had changed. Encouraged by progressive ideas, they began to have their own ideas.
There is disappointment, excitement, and an inexplicable melancholy, just like the little white rabbit that has been raised is about to be married off.
"I don't know what the thoughts of Deng Han and Fang Yu in Wuhan are. It's just that Wuhan is too far away and it's inconvenient to travel there. For him, seeing each other only once a year is still a bit too little.
When it was just dawn the next day, Zhang Tianhao was awakened by the sound of slight footsteps. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the maid who had already gotten up to prepare breakfast for him, and he smiled to himself.
Last night, I was thinking about drinking, so I drank so much that I fell asleep on the sofa for the rest of the night.
One gift at a time, Zhang Tianhao couldn¡¯t prepare anything else for them. As for the identities, he directly prepared four Hong Kong identities.
After having some breakfast, Qian Chong Wu Teng came over and invited Zhang Tianhao to play at the Kendo Hall.
"President, this is the kendo hall of our Yamato nation. The environment here is not bad. Many of our businessmen like to come here to practice kendo."
Qian Zhong Wu Teng introduced to Zhang Tianhao as he walked in: "There are usually not many people here. Many people from the local area like to practice swordsmanship here."
"Kendo, I miss the kendo that my father taught me when I was a child. Unfortunately, he passed away just a few years after he came to China. I remember that at that time, I practiced kendo from time to time. But after many years of not practicing, I'm a little rusty." Zhang Tianhao had a nostalgic expression, as if he was really sad.
"Oh, the president has also practiced kendo. I don't know which school he belongs to? You can learn kendo from the president today. That would be such a blessing." Qianzhong Wuteng immediately bowed and said seriously.
"Okay, I don't know my school. When I was a child, I heard my father say that he seems to know many schools, but the Shinto style is the main one! It is called Katori Shinto style, and it focuses on actual combat."
"Shinto-ryu, that's great. Nowadays, many people are one-sword style, Shinto-style, or Shinto Muken-ryu. Today, the president will definitely have an eye-opening experience."
"Chichenge-kun, why are you free to come to our kendo hall today?" A Japanese man wearing a kimono came over and said hello directly to Chijue Buteng.
"Ida-kun, this is my president, Mihara Kojiro. The president is often away from Shanghai, so he rarely shows up. This time I invite the president to come over!"
At the same time, he introduced to Zhang Tianhao: "President, this is Mr. Kamichi Ida, the owner of the museum here, and a master of swordsmanship!"
After the three of them exchanged polite words, they entered a kendo room.
Soon, he changed into a kendo uniform and put on a mask, and then a bamboo sword was delivered to him, while Zhang Tianhao was also practicing in style.
At about ten o'clock, Zhang Tianhao and his party were preparing to take a rest when they saw the door of their room open and a middle-aged man walk in.
"Chijue-kun, Ida-kun, I heard that a distinguished guest is here, won't you disturb me?"
"How could it be? You are also our distinguished guest, please!" Chijue Wuten and Ida Kamichi obviously knew each other, and they were relatively familiar with each other.
Zhang Tianhao smiled, stepped forward and bowed, and then said casually: "It seems that today is really a fate. Since another distinguished guest is here, it's great. Let's practice the sword."
"How about I treat you all to a drink later?"
When the middle-aged man opposite heard this, he also laughed loudly: "Of course, Mr. Mihara has always been invisible, and it is an honor for me to meet him this time."??¡±
"Hahaha, you're welcome. Although I don't know your husband's name, but from his voice, he must be a warm and hospitable person. How about we have a fight? According to Chinese words, if you don't fight, you won't get to know each other."
"Okay, what Mr. Mihara said is right. Since we are on Chinese soil, we must follow the local customs, please!"
Zhang Tianhao held the sword in his left hand, then gently placed his right hand on the hilt, then took a small step back with his right leg and made a lunge, staring at the opponent's eyes and face that were covered by the shield.
"One sword style?"
"hehe!"
Almost as soon as Zhang Tianhao half smiled, he rushed forward, and then the bamboo sword in his hand was also held tightly with his left hand, and his right hand was still resting on the hilt.
When the two of them were less than three steps away, Zhang Tianhao drew out his sword as fast as lightning and struck at the opponent.
¡°Bah bang bang!¡±
As the two people's bamboo swords kept hitting, they heard bursts of collision sounds from all around, and the two people's feet kept moving, and the bamboo swords in their hands quickly hit each other.
"It seems that your swordsmanship belongs to the Yagyu Sword School. It is indeed powerful." Zhang Tianhao said while fighting, but there was no pause in the movements of his hands.
"Zhang Tianhao's swordsmanship directly integrates the Ito style, which is mainly Shinto style, but is not limited to Shinto style.
But the middle-aged man on the other side was getting more and more frightened. He clearly felt that Zhang Tianhao still had a lot of energy left when he drew his sword, and even his words were clear and steady.
But it was also the first time for him to meet such a master, so he started playing with him, becoming more and more fluent, and the more he played, the more joyful he became. It seemed that Zhang Tianhao was probably giving him some tricks.
In this way, the two fought for a quarter of an hour. Zhang Tianhao suddenly took a step back, and then said with a smile: "Sir, how about we make peace? You are really a master of swordsmanship."
"In that case, Mr. Mihara is the master. If I lose, I lose." Only then did the other party slowly take off his hood and bow to Zhang Tianhao.
Zhang Tianhao also took off his hood and saluted directly in return before recognizing the other person.
"It turns out to be Mr. Takahashi. I really didn't expect that I would meet you." Zhang Tianhao recognized the not-so-famous Tomohiko Takahashi at a glance. He was nominally a director of the Federation of Commerce, but who in later generations would not know that he was A senior Japanese spy.
"It's such an honor that Mr. Mihara knows me. It's such an honor."
When Takahashi heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"Mr. Takahashi is the famous chairman of the board of directors of our Japan United Chamber of Commerce. I will ask for Takahashi-kun to take care of my little Mihara Club in the future." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com