Chapter 6 Chapter 006

When editor Yuan Wenting reads manuscripts, she always likes to read aloud word by word.She read it twice, and the story writer drank two lattes. Editor Yuan said: "The text is pretty good, that is, why did you write a story about the Japanese?" The person who wrote the story said: "It's easier to write about the Japanese than the French now. Isn't it?" "That's what I said, but, hey," Editor Yuan scratched his head, "You say that you, a person who doesn't even drink Japanese soda and never goes to Isetan, wrote such an article to end the collection of strange stories. You let What if someone scolds a traitor?"

She lit a cigarette: "Writing a legend requires a background. As long as there is a person, there is love. I am a writer of popular novels. I still resist Japanese products, but don't put the work on the line." "Can you...?" "You know that I never change the manuscript after I hand it in....Hey," she hesitated a little, "Could it be another typo?" The editor had no choice but to save her manuscript in the laptop and return the USB flash drive to the story writer: "Speaking of which, how is the preparation of your planned novel going?"

She flicked the ash into the ashtray lightly: "Missing this? It's not certain whether you can finish writing." Yuan Wenting laughed: "Too cunning." She took a puff of cigarette: "Actually, there are many plots that have not been planned. I have to accumulate inspiration. I booked a room there and moved in tomorrow." "Liaoning Hotel?" "right." In the summer of 1925, the 27-year-old Japanese Shuji Higashi received a letter from his uncle from China in his hometown of Osaka. The country has a vast territory, rich resources, low prices for products and labor, but people are ignorant and dull. The law is what people with guns and horses say. Uncle’s club has just bid for a section of railway, and the people in power are invited to do it. Shareholders, earn money smoothly and safely.At the end of the letter, my uncle asked Xiuzhi to consider whether he would like to come here to help him. He has some new construction projects to start, and he trusts his own children more.

Xiuzhi was born in a middle-class family. His father owned two sizable hardware stores, and his mother was a housewife who sometimes helped in the store.Xiuzhi has an older sister named Sakura who is married to a hard-working man from a similar family background.He also has a younger sister named Ju, who has just graduated from university, works alone in a bookstore in Tokyo, and already has a lover.Shuji himself was a tall young man with a regular and handsome face, thick black hair, a strong body, and a bright mind. He was at the top of his class from high school to college.Under the advice of his uncle who was born in the same industry, Xiuzhi majored in architecture in the university. Architecture is both science and art. Xiuzhi who studied architecture was rigorous and serious, but still had some yearning for legends at the bottom of his personality and soul.For example, in a strange country, when you are young, you can do something worth boasting about when you are in your sixties with white hair.He replied to his uncle that he was willing to go. On an early autumn morning, Dong Xiuzhi said goodbye to his parents and sisters and boarded a passenger ship bound for Northeast China.

After five days on the sea, Xiuzhi landed in Dalian. My uncle sent someone to pick him up at the port, and then took the train to Fengtian.The person who came was not tall, his name was Xiao Zheng, a Chinese, he spoke Japanese very well, and he was also clever. He paid some money to the soldiers at the train station, and got a window seat on the extra train. Xiuzhi, who has just arrived in a foreign land, is especially curious about people. He saw someone on the bench with his legs crossed, someone playing cards with his legs crossed in a circle in the aisle, and someone lying down and sleeping under the chair. Next to him was The basket may contain Dalian's local seasonal fruits, as well as newborn children.The smell of people and tobacco gathered together like a thick entangled cloud.