Cheng Qianfan bought a first-class carriage, which is naturally the most comfortable.
The equipment is gorgeous, the seats are spacious, the ground floor is carpeted, and the dressing room and bathroom are all available.
When he was a boy, Cheng Qianfan read the fairy tale "Mimosa" and saw the article describing the comfort of first-class cars: "The chairs are covered with goose down. As soon as you sit down, the whole body is close to you and softly supports you."
The young man was very envious.
Cheng Wenzao and Su Zhifu promised on his tenth birthday that they would save money to take him to experience the first-class carriage.
Cheng Qianfan came out of the bathroom.
After knocking on the door of the dressing room, the staff member yawned and opened the door. He immediately smiled when he saw the young and handsome first-class passenger.
"Bring me a clean towel." Cheng Qianfan ordered with his chin held high.
"Okay, sir."
"The salt water is warm." Cheng Qianfan handed over one yuan of French currency, "Your tip."
The staff happily went to get boiling water and warm towels.
Cheng Qianfan stood at the door of the dressing room, his body blocking the view of the busy staff inside.
He lights a cigarette.
The bodyguard came over, lit a cigarette, and was about to speak.
Cheng Qianfan shook his head gently.
Campbell had four bodyguards, and Song Fuguo only secretly introduced the bodyguard nicknamed "Nagging" to Cheng Qianfan.
Only this person is an agent of the Secret Service. The other three bodyguards are just bodyguards and have nothing to do with the Secret Service.
Nicknamed 'Nagging', he is actually taciturn and very steady.
…
Cheng Qianfan took out a note from his pocket.
He unfolded it for Nagging to see.
"Don't speak, just nod or shake your head. Do you want to ask what happened during the day?"
Nagging nodded.
Cheng Qianfan put the note into his pocket and took out another note.
"It is true that there is a Japanese driver in the car."
Nagging's expression changed, and he looked at Cheng Qianfan with a scrutinizing look.
"I can understand Japanese, so I'm aware of it."
"Can you find a way to contact Hangzhou?" The note in Cheng Qianfan's hand kept changing.
Nagging shook his head.
"Remember, only the two of us know about this. Don't go to the car over there, don't have any contact with them, and don't go see them."
Nagging frowned and shook his head.
"White hair grows long in the south. This is an order."
Seeing the words on this note, Nagging's expression changed and he nodded.
'Southern country has long white hair' is a secret code, which was told to Cheng Qianfan by Song Fuguo. When Cheng Qianfan showed this secret code, it was equivalent to gaining leadership power, and Nao must listen to him.
This was Song Fuguo's decision after careful consideration. Nao Nao's qualifications are longer than Cheng Qianfan's and his abilities are also good. However, what he is good at is action rather than using his brain to plan.
Cheng Qianfan is cautious and smart in his work. Although he has no big plans, he has small talents. This is Song Fuguo's judgment and understanding of Cheng Qianfan.
"From now on, we will pretend not to know each other. Campbell will be handed over to your custody and tell him to keep his mouth shut."
"you can go now."
Nagging glanced at Cheng Qianfan coldly, nodded, turned and walked away.
Cheng Qianfan shook his head gently. Song Fuguo arranged such a means to make Nagging obey his orders.
Why not remind him that he needs to talk to Nagging about something.
At the same time, this also means that 'Nagging' has the task of spying on him.
You don’t have to say everything clearly, you can hide something, but it’s the rule to let it go.
It is also a kind of self-protection.
If concealing:
When you come into contact with Japanese people, and you say you are pretending to be Japanese, who knows the truth?
After all, he is now just a very junior novice agent in the Secret Service.
…
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Cheng Qianfan took a long puff of cigarette, and turned around when the smoke filled the air.
"Sir, you asked for a hot towel."
Cheng Qianfan nodded, took the hot towel and walked away.
He entered the bathroom again and locked the door.
He took out the notes in his pocket and turned on the faucet to rinse them.
After the notes were washed into paste, he threw the paste into the pit, rinsed it with water, and discharged the train.
He didn't eat the note this time because there were too many notes and the ink didn't seem to be very good. He had a stomachache after eating it before.
Returning to his bunk, Cheng Qianfan stretched himself, then closed the door of the soft sleeper and drew the curtain.
He placed the still hot towel gently on the side table.
After waiting for a while, Cheng Qianfan gently picked up the towel and saw a slightly blurred palm print on the side table.
Cheng Qianfan raised the corner of his mouth, as expected.
When he went out before, he deliberately placed his notebook in the corner of the bed. The most convenient way to take out the notebook was to place it on the side table with one hand and pick it up with the other hand.
His preventive measures worked, but Cheng Qianfan was not too happy.
On the contrary, his expression returned to solemnity, and cold sweat even broke out on his back.
From this point of view, Kawada Nagakichi is still trying to figure out his bottom line, but he just doesn't know if this suspicion is a stylized behavior of an agent out of caution, or if he is really suspicious.
What he was afraid of was that fortunately he had always been cautious enough and decisively put out the idea of further contact with Kawada Nagakichi, otherwise...
…
A night of silence.
The next morning, the train arrived at Hangzhou Railway Station.
The distinguished passengers in the first class carriage were in no hurry to get off the train.
Cheng Qianfan straightened his suit and tie, put on his top hat, carried his small Australian suitcase, and walked slowly towards the carriage door.
When I passed by Kawada Nagakichi's bunk, I saw that the bunk was empty.
Cheng Qianfan showed a disappointed but relieved expression.
Behind him, in the opposite direction, 'Nagging' and three other bodyguards 'protected' Campbell from the car door in the other direction.
As soon as Cheng Qianfan got off the train, he saw Kawada Nagakichi and his party on the platform.
Cheng Qianfan had previously speculated that there were four of them on the train, but now it seems that his guess was slightly different. There were actually six of them.
This shows that there were four people on the train in the open and two in the dark.
And the conclusion from the rough observation is that except for the man with small round glasses who seems to have weak fighting ability, the other five people are all good in martial arts, especially Kawada Nagakichi, who feels extremely dangerous to Cheng Qianfan.
There is a huge disparity in power.
Cheng Qianfan showed a slightly surprised expression and nodded towards Kawada Nagakichi.
Kawada Yongji also nodded.
Just when Cheng Qianfan was carrying his suitcase and was about to leave.
He saw Kawada Nagakichi walking towards him, accompanied by two of his men.
Cheng Qianfan stopped walking, showed a surprised expression, and watched Kawada Nagakichi getting closer and closer.
His heart was far from as calm as his expression showed.
He didn't understand why Kawada Nagakichi, who had been reminding himself not to 'disturb', came over.
Two of Kawada Nagakichi's entourage suddenly put their right hands to their waists.
Cheng Qianfan noticed this action, was he exposed?
He continued to smile, resisting the urge to draw his gun and shoot.
Even if he suddenly sacrifices himself, he must endure it.
Then he pretended to realize something, suppressed his smile, and looked to the left and right with some confusion, showing an uneasy expression.
At this time, two boys aged sixteen or seventeen ran past them chasing each other.
The two attendants took out their right hands that were stretched out from their waists, showing relaxed expressions.
Kawada Nagakichi has been observing the facial expressions of his fellow countryman Kentaro Miyazaki:
Being able to notice something was wrong immediately, the reaction wasn't too bad.
However, the doubtful eyes and uneasy expression showed that Miyazaki-kun was indeed, as he said, just a wandering poet with no professional military training.
Looking at Kawada Nagakichi walking in front of him, Cheng Qianfan suppressed his excitement and said with a smile, "Kawada-kun, is this?"
"Miyazaki-kun, I really didn't expect to meet people from my hometown in China. We say goodbye today and I don't know when we will see you again." Kawada Nagakichi said with a smile, "I haven't heard news from my hometown for a long time. Wuwu from Futatsu Temple How are you, sir?"
