Wang Maoru also knew that time was tight, so he said, "Today I will formally introduce you to everyone. You are my fourth wife of Wang Xiusheng. Please put on makeup quickly. I want you to attend to tonight's farewell dinner."

OK, Zhiya, who had just attempted suicide, got busy now, looking for clothes and makeup, and pushed Wang Maoru out and said that she would put on makeup well without embarrassing Wang Maoru. Wang Maoru was confused. This woman was going to die one second before, but she might be what she was going to do in the next second.

The clothes of the four ladies are also something that guests appreciate. Everyone's clothes are different, revealing four completely different styles. The eldest lady, the ninth princess Ulan Tuya, wore a white Mongolian dress, small leather boots on her feet, round apple face and big eyes, and her pride and open-minded daughter of the grassland in every move. The second lady Yuzhuo was wearing a dress, she was a mixed-race child herself, and she looked like a princess in white Western women's clothing, with the three-dimensional facial features of Westerners and the charm of an oriental beauty. The two styles lingered with fatal attraction on her.

The third lady Yu Chan wore a blue modified version of the cheongsam. This cheongsam was particularly revealing her figure. The plump figure of Yu Chan was paired with her pitiful style like Daiyu's burial flower, which made all the guests praised. The fourth lady Wang Zhiya was wearing a traditional Japanese female kimono, but under Wang Maoru's strong opposition, the light makeup was always suitable, and the good tutoring cultivation gave people a noble and elegant temperament. If among the four ladies, who looked the most like a noble lady? There is no doubt that Zhiya's every move inadvertently showed the temperament of a wealthy family, and she deserved to be the daughter of the Kawada family.

Wang Maoru's four wives envied all the guests and couldn't help but sigh that the world was really unfair. The US Consul in Harbin, Rhode James, walked up to Wang Maoru and said in English with envy: "Wang, you are such a lucky man. As long as a man has one of these four angels, he is already the luckiest person in the world. I didn't expect you to have four such angels. I envy you polygamy in the east, especially in your country. As long as a man is strong enough, he can have enough wives." Westerners have always spoken directly. Praising other people's wives is still a kind of politeness and cultivation, and it is also a way to bring them closer together. Of course, if people who do not understand this culture will definitely make jokes and think that the foreigner likes his wife.

Wang Maoru laughed and replied in English: "Consul James, as far as I know, the Mormons in your country, Utah, also advocate polygamy, so polygamy is not unique to the East. Consul James, don't know which religion you believe in? What do you think is Mormon doctrine?"

James shook his head and said, "I am a devout Christian, not a Mormon, I believe in God. God stipulates that a man can only marry a woman as his wife. As for Mormonism, he was denied a cult in Europe and was exiled and exiled. He can only survive in a liberal and democratic United States."

Wang Maoru said: "You are right, American-style freedom and democracy are the greatest achievements in the world. The French created freedom and democracy, but Americans let people know what freedom and democracy are. For the sake of great freedom and democracy, the great American sages, Washington, Franklin, Jefferson, cheers."

James raised his glass and exclaimed: "Cheers to you who are also knowledgeable."

Whether it is a politician, soldier, scholar, or gentry, they admire Wang Maoru at this moment. In terms of status, they have to look at his woman, one is quality and the other is quantity. Some people have more wives, but the quality is too poor and difficult to take action. Just like Zhang Zuolin, five wives, the eldest wife is an old lady in Northeast China, and the fourth wife has become a nun. Zhang Zongchang has more wives, but none of them can take it out. Therefore, from the quality of his wife, Wang Maoru's pursuit is obviously more than theirs. Look at what they marry? Princess, mixed-race children, Japanese aristocratic daughters, who are other warlords marry? Except for the designated marriages since childhood, most of them are actors, or they are snatched by the small family on the street.

In fact, as far as Wang Maoru is concerned, facing four wives is much more difficult than facing a strong opponent. How to get along with the four women is also a headache for him. However, in today's occasion, the four wives all acted very appropriately. Although Yuzhuo and Yuchan were small families from small families since childhood, they also learned a lot, especially a good example of Zhiya sitting next to him, and they were imitating each other. The two couldn't learn it for a long time, and they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Wang Maoru looked at him and couldn't help laughing. How many gifts did Zhiya have passed since childhood.

Only after Yi's training has developed an elegant temperament in every move. In order not to be looked down upon by others, they insisted on learning from other people's background, but they couldn't learn it. Instead, they were not as good as dogs. So they put down their wine glass and walked over, whispering in Yuzhuo and Yuchan's ears: "Don't learn it anymore. What I like is the aura of your body. You don't need to learn it. Zhiya has her temperament. You have your temperament, right? Yuzhuo's beauty overwhelms the whole audience, Yuchan's charming touches the hearts of all men. You don't need to learn it, do you know?"

After receiving Wang Maoru's praise, the two of them turned rosy. Yuzhuo smiled happily and said, "Master, are we really so outstanding?"

"Very, very, very excellent." Wang Maoru affirmed exaggeratedly, and Yuchan lowered her head and smiled with her lips.

Wang Maoru sat next to Zhiya and asked, "Zhiya, I'm sorry, before I could ask about the hardships you have been doing these days, I need you to be my female companion. Thank you for your hard work."

Zhiya shook her head and said with a faint smile: "This is what I should do. From now on, I will be your person. Everything is centered on Xiushengjun. Men are heaven, women are earth, and only when heaven and earth are combined will one be happy. I just don't know how the child is doing now, I worry about him."

"Don't worry, Madam Hu is taking care of her." Wang Maoru said, someone came over there, it was Gao Shibin.

Gao Shibin is also Meng Enyuan's nephew. When another nephew Gao Fengcheng was overwhelmed by his heavy duty, Meng Enyuan promoted Gao Shibin, a staff officer from the Army University, and entrusted him with important tasks. Gao Shibin married the fifth princess Wurentuya (Shuguang). Meng Enyuan originally wanted to use his relationship to develop to Dongmeng, but was reconciled by Wang Maoru.

But it was always good, but in this way, the two became brother-in-law.

Gao Shibin came to visit this time and accepted Meng Enyuan's intention to test him. Since he was a brother-in-law, Wang Maoru naturally walked over with a smile.

"General Shangwu." Gao Shibin is also from Tianjin, just like Meng Enyuan. He speaks Tianjin dialect and makes him feel very funny.

"Don't call General Shangwu, call me Xiusheng, I won't call you anything else. It seems so distant to us, are you brother-in-law?" Wang Maoru smiled, pointing to a young woman in Mongolian women's clothing who was talking and laughing with Ulantuya, and asked, "That's the fifth sister? I remember the last time I got married... I'm getting fat now, haha."

"Women will be fatter when they give birth to children." Gao Shibin smiled, "I just added a fat boy to my Gao family half a year ago, and this time I took the opportunity to go back to my parents' home to see him."

"Congratulations to my brother-in-law, congratulations to my brother-in-law." Wang Maoru bowed and smiled.

"Xiusheng, actually, I have something to ask." Gao Shibin suddenly said seriously.

Wang Maoru raised his hand, waved his hand, and said, "Brother-in-law, I know what you want to ask, let's talk alone after that, what do you think?"

"Okay, this is the best." Gao Shibin nodded.

Wang Maoru walked frequently among the guests, paid tribute to everyone, walked to the Japanese Kwantung Army representatives and hurriedly said, "Governor Nakamura, your arrival makes this place shine brightly. I hope you can live for a little longer. I wonder what Governor Nakamura thought?"

Nakamura Shisha shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm old and it's time to retire. Let me introduce you to you. This is Lieutenant General Yuji Nakamura and the next Governor of Kanto. After participating in your military parade, it's time to change shifts after you go back."

"Hello, Lieutenant General." Wang Maoru nodded to him and showed kindness.

Yujiro Nakamura stood up and bowed and said, "Hello, General Shangwu, Chinese God of War."

Wang Maoru hurriedly said: "Xiusheng is so frightened by the next governor."

Yujiro Nakamura raised his glass and smiled: "I can afford it, of course I can afford it. General Nakamura is the first in China in terms of his achievements and knowledge."

When Wang Maoru heard him say the word "Chinese", his smile immediately turned awkward, and his heart skipped a beat, full of resentment. He smiled dryly on his face and said quietly: "General Nakamura, Governor, you can enjoy it slowly, I'll go there to greet the guests."

Although he did not show his anger, Wang Maoru's attitude was obvious. After he walked away, Nakamura Kazumiya smiled slightly and asked Nakamura Yujiro: "Nakamura, how do you feel this time?"

"Hidematsu is a person who acts in a state of mind." Yujiro Nakamura immediately laughed, "I just tempted it in words and he got angry. It seems that tolerance is insufficient. If you can't bear the suffering that people can't endure, it is difficult to achieve great things."

"So, you don't plan to support him anymore?" Nakamura asked.

"The opposite." Nakamura Yujiro laughed, "I want to support him instead. Such a person has personality, personality, and ability, just like the King of the Western Chu of China. I don't like Zhang Yutingjun who endures no matter how we test. He is too capable of enduring humiliation, but with hatred. I saw something I didn't like in Zhang Yutingjun's eyes."

"What?"

Yujiro Nakamura said coldly: "Zhang Yutingjun's eyes are full of hatred. Zhang Zuolin is an opponent that is more difficult to deal with than Wang Maoru."!~!
Chapter completed!