The University of Tokyo is a world-renowned research-oriented national comprehensive university located in Bunkyo-ku, Tokyo, Japan. As Japan's highest academic institution and the premier imperial university, it enjoys an extremely high reputation globally. Its history is long and rich, dating back to 1877, when it pioneered the Western-style university system in Asia and holds a pivotal historical position in Japanese society.
"The University of Tokyo is my alma mater, or rather, it is the common alma mater of all the children of Japan's aristocratic and wealthy families. Since its establishment, it has produced one Fields Medal winner, six Wolf Prize winners, eight Nobel Prize winners, 16 Japanese prime ministers, 21 speakers of the Diet, as well as a large number of academic luminaries, business tycoons, and political and economic elites. Its influence and reputation in Japan are unparalleled. Therefore, the status of the University of Tokyo in Japan is probably incomparable to that of Haisan in China."
After a night's rest, Duanmu Ci and Wei Yue decided to visit the University of Tokyo today. As a former outstanding graduate of the University of Tokyo, Wei Yue naturally took on the task of providing basic education, explaining the glorious history of the University of Tokyo to Duanmu Ci.
"It seems the faculty quality of the Political Science Department at the University of Tokyo needs improvement," Duanmu Ci suddenly remarked with a sigh. "Look at the kind of prime ministers you've produced! It's utterly irresponsible to the Japanese people!"
“Dongda University doesn’t have a political science department.” Wei Yue said with a dark face.
"So it seems to be due to the environment?" Duanmu Ci became even more compassionate. "Oranges grown south of the Huai River are sweet oranges, but those grown north of the Huai River are bitter oranges. Japan is prone to producing treacherous officials! When Emperor Meiji moved the capital, didn't he consult a geomancer about the feng shui? Even if he didn't, I believe Empress Dowager Cixi would have been very willing to help you and would have issued an imperial edict to have the Imperial Astronomical Bureau assist you."
"Then the Qing government can openly suppress Japan's destiny and national fortune, right?" Wei Yue seemed to have seen through everything. "Finding a deadly place to build the Imperial Palace for His Majesty the Emperor, ruining the national fortune, and causing chaos to rise to the sky, is simply killing without shedding blood!"
"How could my dignified Celestial Empire do such a despicable thing?" Duanmu Ci said with a smile. "At worst, we'll build your palace on a graveyard with good feng shui, so that your emperor can hone the will of his warriors amidst the wailing of night ghosts! This will be very beneficial to your 'imperial cause'!"
"That's a real pity. If Lord Ito Hirobumi had been as resourceful as Duanmu, perhaps His Majesty the Emperor wouldn't have been so terrified by the two American bombs that he ordered the entire nation to surrender," Wei Yue joked. In fact, his family was anti-war. During World War II, they were almost blacklisted by the Emperor for opposing his aggression against China. This is one of the reasons why the Minamoto family has never produced a prime minister since the war.
"Yes, it is indeed a pity. I was very interested in your Army Ministry's 'One Hundred Million Deaths for the Emperor' plan back then. It's just a pity that they didn't have time to implement it before the Emperor issued the Imperial Rescript of Surrender. Otherwise, the Japanese archipelago wouldn't be so crowded today, and we wouldn't have encountered a traffic jam as soon as we left the airport yesterday." Duanmu Ci sighed. He really felt it was a pity.
Back then, Japan was already bogged down in the quagmire of the mainland when it launched a surprise attack on Pearl Harbor, provoking the United States to abandon its neutrality and send troops to the Pacific, with their forces threatening the Japanese mainland. At this time, the Japanese Minister of War, driven by an extreme Bushido spirit, frantically put forward the resounding slogan of "One Hundred Million Deaths for the Emperor," meaning a desperate struggle at the cost of the deaths of one hundred million subjects.
At the time, Duanmu Ci was employed by the US government as an economic advisor, whose main task was to devise strategies for dismantling Japan's zaibatsu after the war. He expressed great anticipation upon hearing the Japanese Army's slogan, but unfortunately, the US dropped two massive bombs, instantly destroying Bushido, and the Emperor issued an edict of surrender for the "Imperial Empire."
Not being able to witness the "honorable death" war between the US and Japan was undoubtedly a regret for Duanmu Ci. However, when the mushroom cloud rose over Hiroshima, Duanmu Ci raised a glass to the western Pacific Ocean in a distant salute, which could be considered a celebration.
Wei Yue also sighed, "Yes, I apologize to you on behalf of Prime Minister Lu. It was because of him that Duanmu Jun suffered from traffic jams. It was our fault! I apologize to Duanmu Jun!" He could also tell corny jokes.
"Traffic jams aren't really a problem; the real issue is the Yama-ri group. That's the most pressing problem right now."
"Speaking of which, how could Morgan have any connection with an organization like the Yamashita Group?" Wei Yue asked, puzzled. "Would such a high and mighty American conglomerate be willing to waste its precious time focusing on the lowly Japanese underworld? It sounds a bit like an emperor in the Forbidden City caring about a beggar on the frontier."
Coming to Japan to deal with the Yamakazumi group is, to some extent, a dangerous undertaking. Duanmu Ci naturally wouldn't hide it from Wei Yue; ultimately, one must respect someone's personal wishes. Otherwise, dragging someone into this mess without understanding the situation would harm their friendship.
Fortunately, Wei Yue did not disappoint him. He had initially been very reluctant to return to Japan, but after hearing Duanmu Ci explain the situation, he became very attentive... Of course, Duanmu Ci still wanted the calligraphy copybook he had promised...
“This is a dirty business.” Duanmu Ci first defined the nature of the matter. “Therefore, Morgan would not contact the Shanri Group personally, so as not to leave any evidence if things went wrong. After contacting the Shanri Group through some roundabout connections, he would let an agent handle this matter, so that no one would know. I’m afraid the Shanri Group still doesn’t know that their client is Morgan.”
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