"Boss Zhao, you have a good rest, Ling Yu won't disturb you anymore." In front of the guest room door, Gao Lingyu bowed slightly and said politely.
"Brother Gao, what about your people?"
"Don't worry, Boss Zhao, our people will not leave, and we will never let anyone suspicious get close." Gao Lingyu smiled kindly.
Zhao Zhihong's frown relaxed. Then the female bodyguard standing next to him smiled at Gao Lingyu and slowly closed the door.
"Section Chief, you can go and have a rest. My subordinate has already opened a room for you next door. Just leave the work here to me." Takagi Shacha took two steps forward and said respectfully in front of him.
"Then there's Brother Lao Gaomu." Gao Lingyu patted him on the shoulder. Sure enough, the little devil will only be polite to you if he is completely convinced.
"This is what a subordinate should do." Takagi Shacha lowered his head and said.
…
next door.
"Section Chief, this Peace Hotel is really impressive. In all my years of life, this is the first time I've stayed in such a nice place." In the suite, Maori Hatsakura was walking around. Take a look. Take a look, it looks like a curious baby.
"Maoli, don't be so surprised. If outsiders see it, they will think that we are savages from some country." Gao Lingyu looked solemn. This Maoli kept dangling in front of him, making it difficult for him to do so. He wasn't even in the mood to eat steak.
Yes, Gao Lingyu is enjoying a Western meal at this time. This is provided by the hotel after booking, so if you don’t eat it, you won’t get it for free. Even if he needs money, he has to eat. Anyway, don't pay out of your own pocket. The Military Police Headquarters will reimburse him.
"Chief, don't tell me, Maori, I am really from the country. Have you ever heard of Hiroshima, Section Chief? I am a native of that city." Maori Hatsura laughed.
"Of course I have. I heard a Japanese friend of mine tell me that this is a very modern city. It is said that the architecture and scenery are very beautiful." Gao Lingyu praised it without hesitation.
But I was thinking in my heart, it turns out that you, Mori, are actually from Hiroshima. After you were defeated in the previous life, you must have tasted the taste of a 'little boy' when you returned to your motherland.
I have to say that she is really a lucky woman.
"Yes, Section Chief, the scenery in our hometown is indeed beautiful. In the future, when the war is over, if the Section Chief wants to visit our Hiroshima, I can be a tour guide for the Section Chief." Maori Hatsura said happily, being praised by a foreigner. Of course she would feel happy in her hometown.
"Okay, then if there is a chance in the future, I will trouble Maoli." Gao Lingyu answered.
But this is a place where a fool would go to a place with big sesame seeds. He didn't want to taste the taste of a little boy.
…
Next door, a fly was lying quietly on the wall, observing Zhao Zhihong and his three bodyguards who were concentrating with their eyes closed.
The three bodyguards have a clear division of labor. One is standing at the window, observing every move on the street outside.
One stood behind the door, like a pine tree, with his back straight.
The last woman stayed by Zhao Zhihong's side, stern and unsmiling.
"Miss Qian, can you chat with me? It's really boring to stay like this all the time." Zhao Zhihong, who was leaning on the sofa, did not fall asleep. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the slim woman in front of him.
"Boss Zhao, please shut your mouth. Talking too much will do you no good." The woman named Qian gave him a cold look.
"Ms. Qian, don't you think it's inappropriate for you to speak to me, Zhao Zhihong, with this attitude? Don't forget that you are just the losers that I, Zhao Zhihong, spend a lot of money to raise." Zhao Zhiheng suddenly became unhappy and was rude. refute.
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman named Qian punched Zhao Zhihong in the lower abdomen without hesitation.
"Ah~" Zhao Zhihong's face was twisted in pain, and sour water spat out of his mouth.
"Old man, don't be so shameless. After playing the role of Mr. Zhao for two days, do you really think you are him? Are you worthy of selling cakes?" The woman surnamed Qian said in a cold voice.
"You...you dare to hit me. If Boss Zhao finds out, he will never let you go." Zhao Zhihong also became angry and said fiercely.
"Old guy, do you know what my relationship is with Boss Zhao?" The woman smiled and patted his face with a look of contempt.
"You...could it be that you are Boss Zhao's lover?"
"boom!"
The woman surnamed Qian punched Zhao Zhihong hard in the abdomen again.
"Wow~" He spat out sour water in his painful mouth.
"You answered wrongly. Boss Zhao is my godfather, and I, Qian Min, am his goddaughter." The woman said indifferently.
"Dong dong~"
There was a knock on the door suddenly.
"What's the matter?" Qian Min said coldly.
"I just heard something moving inside, did something happen?" Takagi Shacha didn't understand what Qian Min said, but replied in Japanese based on his feelings.
Qian Min raised his eyebrows.
"what did he say?"
The suit bodyguard behind the door shook his head. As a security guard, he had never had much dealings with Japanese people, so how could he understand Japanese.
"Open the door! Open the door quickly!" Takagi Shacha knocked harder on the door, anxious.
Zhao Zhihong was the one responsible for protecting Zhao Zhihong. If something went wrong under their hands, Section Chief Okamoto would definitely blame him and Section 9 would not spare him.
The door is opened.
Gao Mushacha saw Qian Min's cold face.
"Where is Mr. Zhao? Where are they?"
"I don't understand Japanese, speak Chinese to me." Qian Min was indifferent.
"Brother Gao Mu, what happened?" Gao Lingyu, who had already come out of the suite next door, hurriedly appeared behind Gao Mu Shacha.
"Section Chief, I just heard something moving in the room. Mr. Zhao seemed to be moaning in pain." Takagi turned around and lowered his head to report, but he was not too sure.
"Miss Qian, is Boss Zhao okay?" Nodding to express understanding, Gao Lingyu looked at Qian Min, who was dressed in black, and his tone was slightly cold.
In fact, everything that happened in the suite just now was visible to the black fly he possessed. Gao Lingyu has understood all this. This Zhao Zhihong is indeed as he expected. He is not the real Zhao Zhihong. His true identity is just a small vendor selling cooking cakes.
"Director Gao, Mr. Zhao is very nice and safe." Qian Min smiled.
Then he stepped aside and invited him to come in.
"Boss Zhao, what's wrong with your face?" Gao Lingyu asked quickly when he entered the room and came to the sofa. Seeing Zhao Zhihong holding his stomach and looking pale.
"It's okay, brother Gao. It's just that I didn't eat much when I was a child and I was often hungry, so I got a stomach bug. I just had a stomach bug and made me scream in pain twice." Zhao Zhihong waved his hands and said matter-of-factly.
This time he plays Zhao Zhiheng. Boss Zhao personally promised him a reward. And the amount is not small.
As for this reward, he has now received half of it, five hundred French currency. After he finishes his work and leaves Shanghai, he can get the other half, five hundred French currency.
