Just like a normal phone bill, it's probably between ninety and one hundred a month. What about this month? Your actual phone bill should be ninety-five, but it will cost you ninety-eight when you check out at the end of the month. The extra stuff is someone secretly shooting it, but can the owner pay attention? Unless you made too many secret calls and the bill was obviously more than the normal phone bill, who would care?
Fan Keqin put the tape, pliers, phone and other things in his pocket, then quickly came to the patio again, gently opened a gap with his hand, and looked down. After a while, I saw a waiter leading a group of well-dressed people into a private room in the corner ahead.
Fan Keqin listened carefully, but there was no other sound.
He opened the manhole cover, hung the bag around his neck, and got down. He grabbed the manhole cover with his arm and closed it, but at the last moment, he used a little gentle force to prevent the manhole cover from making too much noise when closing it.
He stepped on the ladder with his feet, reached into his trouser pocket and took out the lock he had used before, hung it up and pushed it up, making a slight "click" sound. Then Fan Keqin reached down his legs and let go. He had already stepped off the ladder, directly fell to the ground.
The toes touch the ground first, then the knees are slightly bent, and the waist is bent to cushion the low force. The main reason is that he is afraid that the sound will be too loud and someone will hear him.
After standing up, Fan Keqin returned to normal, holding his bag with one hand, and soon returned to the private room.
From the time he left the private room to the time he finished making the phone call and returned to the private room, the whole process only took three minutes. This was mainly about stripping the wires to test whether the wires could be used for long distances. Later, I needed to wrap the wires with electrical tape, which is why it took so long. Otherwise, Fan Keqin would be able to complete the entire action in just a minute or so.
He looked at his watch in the private room and saw that there was still quite a while before the time he had agreed with Zhuang Xiaoman, so he patiently smoked a few cigarettes in the room and waited for more than half an hour. Carrying the bag, a little anxious and puzzled, I came downstairs.
When he arrived at the door and found the waiter, Fan Keqin still had these two emotions and asked: "You haven't come here yet?"
The previous waiter received a tip, so he didn't have any bad feelings and said: "No, sir."
"Oops." He sighed softly, raised his hand to look at his watch, and said, "I'll call again and ask." After saying that, he turned around and came to the counter, picked up the phone, and dialed an indifferent number again. , while others were not paying attention, he gently pressed the blocker on it.
Then he pretended to wait for a while and said: "Hey... is Lao He there?... Oh? Really?... Oops! I understand, uh uh uh! Okay, okay! I'll be there right away. Well, bye, bye."
He hung up the phone, put down a banknote again, turned around and said, "I won't eat today, let's go."
The previous waiter was not far from the door. He was not surprised when he heard what Fan Keqin said, and he also received a not inconsiderable tip. So he bowed slightly very politely and said: "Then welcome, sir, come back next time. "
"Yes." Fan Keqin nodded, amplified his previous anxious mood, and walked out of the hotel door faster. I got on a rickshaw directly and turned into another street.
However, the rickshaw driver only traveled four streets. Fan Keqin asked him to stop in front of a store, paid the money and went directly into the store. I spent some time inside buying a pack of cigarettes, then came out again and headed to the agreed upon location.
After turning left and going around, making sure of the safety in front and behind him, Fan Keqin had arrived at Zhanlan Third Street, where the observation room was located.
After checking that the time was almost up, Fan Keqin turned around and entered the street. Then he strolled around, looking at the buildings on both sides, and soon found a restaurant called "Wang Ji Cantonese Cuisine".
Zhuang Xiaoman mentioned the Cantonese restaurant, although he didn't mention that Cantonese restaurant. But in this case, there must be only one nearby, otherwise Zhuang Xiaoman would definitely explain it in detail. In addition, she also talked about the neighborhood on the east side of the street. Then there is only Wangji Cantonese cuisine nearby, so naturally the agreed place is this restaurant.
I walked in. The small restaurant was not too big, about fifty square meters in total. It wasn't time to eat yet, and there weren't many people inside. There was just a table of five men who seemed to have a good relationship, joking with each other, drinking and chatting.
Fan Keqin ordered two dishes, but asked the restaurant to prepare them later while he was waiting for someone.
Just like that, about ten minutes later, Zhuang Xiaoman walked in from outside. Seeing Fan Keqin's joy, he sat across from him and said, "Brother, have you ordered?"
Fan Keqin said: "I ordered two. Hey, after a busy day, I feel that my appetite has increased greatly. You can order two more. In addition, we need to drink as much as we can to celebrate our move."
Zhuang Xiaoman listened to his words and knew in his heart that Fan Keqin's action was going well. So he said: "Good things come in pairs, so I'll order two."
After saying that, he turned to the counter and reported the names of two dishes. Fan Keqin ordered another pot of old wine, and the two of them started eating and drinking. Such a relaxed state is the best cover.
Anyway, the two of them came to live as little lovers, which was normal. After eating and drinking, we went directly to a residential building in the middle of the street.
The two people entered the building door, quickly went upstairs to the observation room, opened the door and walked in. Fan Keqin wandered around the house twice. There was only one bedroom and a small living room outside, or a small dining room. It is connected to a small kitchen, and then there is the toilet. There is no balcony.
The furniture in the house is 70% to 80% new, but it is very neat and clean, and there is even a radio. Fan Keqin stretched out his hand to open it, and the unique tone of this era came from inside: "Hiss... woof... and the Japanese representatives set two important intentions regarding the economic development of Manchukuo. First, the two sides will cooperate in Nanjing, Wuhan, Tianjin and other places invested in and built Japanese schools..."
With a click, Fan Keqin turned off the radio again before the announcer finished speaking. Then he came to the window, stood in the shadow on the side, looked at the slightly tilted building in front, and said: "Which window is on the second floor? Is it the third one from left to right?"
"Yes." Zhuang Xiaoman said: "The one near the balcony. You can see it clearly."
"Yes." Fan Keqin said: "The choice is very good, and the important thing is that from this angle, you can see half of the door clearly. If anyone goes in, they can basically see it."
