Dickens?

British?

Why is this name so familiar?

Is he the descendant of the famous Dickens? The one who wrote "Oliver Twist" and "A Tale of Two Cities"?

What's wrong with him?

You actually need the Fuxing Society to help you find him?

Did it fall into the hands of the Japanese? Was it controlled by the Japanese?

Won't the British come forward?

There is something fishy...

You must consult Chen Gongshu about this matter.

Perhaps, he has performed similar rescue missions before.

So he took people to Elizabeth Hospital and told Chen Gongshu the contents of the telegram.

"British?" Chen Gongshu also frowned.

He has never performed such a mission before.

Finding someone is actually not difficult.

Outside, there are all kinds of religions and there are always people who know the information.

Even the most secret information can be dug out as long as you find the right person. But the British...

I can’t say it’s very troublesome. I can only say it’s not easy.

"Go to Xia Chong Yu Bing Cafe and ask the boss there." Chen Gongshu finally said.

"Do you want to give me money?" Zhang Yong asked reflexively.

"The boss lady there likes handsome guys. You may need to give a little."

"Then I won't go."

"You can submit it to the headquarters for reimbursement and then deduct it locally."

"Then I'll go now!"

Zhang Yong immediately changed his mind.

Chen Gongshu was telling him that he could hide some private money in disguise.

If anything is seized here, it can be intercepted openly and openly in the name of reimbursement.

There is no saying here that everything seized must be returned to the public.

You paid your boss 100 yuan for buying information. Looking back, you said it cost 500 yuan, but the headquarters will not pursue it. As long as the headquarters does not pay for it, it will be fine.

So I went to Xia Chong Yu Ice Cafe.

I found it at the corner of a street. It happened to be monitoring an intersection.

Sitting in the coffee shop, as long as you raise your eyes, you can observe the movement of ten intersections. If you want to watch the wind or something, this is indeed the best location.

Pat your head.

I seem to be thinking too much lately. There seems to be some conditioned reflexes.

When you go to a place, the first thing you look at is its advantages and disadvantages. It seems that it has gradually become a habit.

Maybe this is professional instinct?

Although I have only joined the Fuxing Society for more than half a year, I already have some professional instincts.

After sitting down, you can't help but look for an escape route. Judge where you can escape fastest if you are attacked by an enemy.

Then check the map to find the safest escape route. Make sure nothing goes wrong.

Gradually it is burned into the memory.

Look at your watch.

It's exactly three o'clock in the afternoon.

No one should be drinking coffee at this time!

It's time to talk about serious things.

Go in.

Suddenly something didn't feel right.

Huh? There is actually an acquaintance inside.

Surprisingly, it was Mei Lu.

At first I thought I was mistaken. Later I found out it was indeed her.

She was sitting alone in the middle. There was no one else around her. In fact, she was the only customer in the huge cafe.

She was wearing a light yellow plaid windbreaker. The fabric seemed to be very good. It was probably expensive. It made her look even more beautiful. She sat there quietly, looking elegant and intellectual. She was indeed one of the three sisters.

The boss. Mature, steady and dignified.

Feeling that someone was coming, Mei Lu inadvertently looked up and was a little surprised to see it was Zhang Yong.

Why is this guy here?

Could it be...

His face tightened and turned red involuntarily.

result……

Zhang Yong pretended not to see it.

Business matters.

Just trying to quit female sex...

Come to the bar.

I saw a young girl. She was very pretty.

Wearing a black tuxedo, the outfit felt a bit fresh. I couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Seeing Zhang Yong come in, the girl stood up and said, "Master, please sit down..."

"I'm looking for your boss!" Zhang Yong got straight to the point.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"sorry……"

"This is an appointment!"

Zhang Yong took out a banknote with a face value of 100 silver dollars and placed it on the counter.

I don’t have an appointment. But I have money!

Does your boss want money?

Sure enough, the girl reached out and took the banknote, checked it, and put it away skillfully. Then she said, "Please sit down. I'll go ask our boss."

"Thank you!" Zhang Yong nodded.

I turned around, looked around, and found a corner to sit down.

I noticed that Mei Lu lowered her head, as if she didn't dare to look at herself. Haha, she must be shy.

He deliberately walked past her, took out a wad of dollars, and stuffed it into her plaid windbreaker.

Although we haven’t married yet, we must give what is due.

How can I treat my own woman badly?

I gave you US dollars and then a banknote. I just gave you a bunch of money.

Mei Lu:???

When Zhang Yong walked by, he found a stack of U.S. dollars and a stack of silver notes.

The banknotes are all from Citibank. The face value is 200 silver dollars. There are almost fifty pieces in a stack, which is a full 10,000 silver dollars.

There are also a lot of US dollars. Almost five thousand.

be surprised.

Is this guy so rich?

Give yourself so much at once?

Speechless...
To be continued...