Chapter 83: The tail is gone

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At 7 a.m., all thirty-nine students in the crash course had lined up.

Han Haizhong prepared two trucks for them and took them directly to the most lively and prosperous Sixinfang area in Hangzhou.

This Sixinfang is located on Xueshi Road, adjacent to Xiaonu Road to the east, Changsheng Road to the north, and Bodhi Temple Road to the west.

In the 1930s, an investor named Chen Xingong bought land and built a house here. It was named Sixinfang in memory of him.

Later, Xuanshouli and Chengli were built here, which were also Shikumen buildings.

Therefore, people called this series of buildings Sixinfang.

Speaking of Si Xin Fang, this is definitely a "feng shui treasure land".

This traditional Shikumen neighborhood is close to the lakeside and close to Longxiang Bridge. It not only provides peace and quiet in the bustle, but also takes advantage of the West Lake.

The houses here have a special feature. They are only for rent, not for sale. The tenants are all middle class. Many private villas have been built around Sixinfang. The owners are either rich or noble.

Many celebrities have left their mark in this area, leaving traces of old memories and lingering emotions that are unforgettable and have become wonderful symbols of Hangzhou culture.

It's a pity that the students in the crash course don't come here to enjoy the scenery and feel the cultural atmosphere, but to actually practice.

Thirty-nine students were divided into ten groups, one group was watching, and the other group was responsible for taking off their tails.

Each group appoints a group leader and selects three group members.

Meng Shao was originally the team leader. In line with the idea of ​​using familiarity instead of rawness, he formed a group with He Guangtao, Hou Danliang, and Chen Rongyang from his dormitory.

What's weird is that there are only three people in the group of accelerated class monitor Ren Pingmao, so the teacher Han Haizhong actually joined their group.

The classroom teacher joins directly. Isn’t this cheating?

Whoever is targeted by them can still escape?

What was even more speechless was that Ren Pingmao actually chose Meng Shaoyuan's group as their opponent.

"It's over."

He Guangtao wailed: "How can this be compared?"

Meng Shaoyuan didn't speak. He always felt that this was arranged by Han Haizhong deliberately.

In the morning's practical training, Meng Shaoyuan's team was responsible for tracking, and Ren Pingmao's team was responsible for tracking, man-to-man tracking. Once the four members of the tracking team successfully escape tracking and arrive at the designated location to complete the rendezvous, they will win.

"what to do?"

He Guangtao and the other two looked at each other in confusion: "Who is going to keep an eye on Teacher Han?"

"Shall I do it?" Meng Shaoyuan frowned and smiled bitterly.

He is the team leader. If he doesn’t keep an eye on the most powerful target, who else can he be?

But the problem is, Han Haizhong is an old agent.

Meng Shaoyuan was not sure at all...



It is divided into four roads in total:

Zhinong, Xuanshouli, Changjingnong and Yaoyuanli.

Han Haizhong left Xuan Shouli.

He always walked leisurely in front.

On the way, I stopped a newsboy selling newspapers, bought a newspaper, and stood there reading for a while.

Hangzhou is already very lively in the morning.

All kinds of vendors have set up their stalls early, and the sound of hawking comes one after another.

There is a bamboo stall with a bamboo plaque on the left, a steam stove on the right, and a pot in the middle, which sells wontons.

There was a young man carrying two baskets, a load in one hand, and a flute playing in the other. He was selling combs, mirrors and other gadgets.

They were also carrying a load, with two sides piled up on top of each other, and shouting "Bean... Le" from time to time. That was the tofu seller.

All kinds of colors and weird things.

Especially those selling iron pots and fortune tellers, everyone has a unique skill.

For example, the seller of an iron kettle holds a whistle-like piccolo in his mouth, and the sound he plays is pleasant to the ear. One moment it is like hundreds of birds flocking to the phoenix, the other moment it is like mountains and flowing water. It can be as beautiful as it wants.

The fortune teller's skills are even more incredible.

Spread a piece of paper flat on the stall, hold a writing brush between the thumb of your right hand, a writing brush between the tiger's mouth, and another writing brush on your wrist.

With three strokes in one hand, he can actually write three lines of beautiful calligraphy on paper at the same time.

This ability is absolutely impossible to achieve without more than ten years of hard work.

If he hadn't been on a mission, Meng Shaoyuan would have really wanted to take a closer look.

such a pity.

Han Haizhong read the newspaper there for a while and then started moving forward again.

Meng Shaoyuan always kept a certain distance from him.

Her eyes were fixed on him, not daring to relax for a moment.

Han Haizhong suddenly stopped and stopped in front of a wonton stall. He ordered a bowl of wontons and ate them while chatting with the vendor with a smile on his face.

Meng Shaoyuan was so angry.

I haven't had breakfast yet, I'm hungry.

This one is good, he ate it.

The problem is that Meng Shaoyuan has no way to eat.

Bear with it.

After Han Haizhong finally finished eating, he put down his bowl, stood up, and paid with his back to Meng Shaoyuan.

He began to walk forward again calmly.

Meng Shaoyuan quickly followed.

But while passing by the wonton stall, an accident happened.

The vendor took the half bowl of wontons that Han Haizhong had just eaten and poured the soup and juice out.

Less than half of it was splashed on Meng Shaoyuan.

"Hey, watch it."

Meng Shaoyuan jumped back quickly.

"Oh, I'm sorry boss, I'm sorry boss."

The vendor rushed out and blocked Meng Shaoyuan's path with a towel to help him wipe it.

"You too... get out of the way!"

not good!

Meng Shaoyuan reacted, quickly pushed the vendor away, and looked forward.

It’s broken, it’s broken, Han Haizhong is missing.

There are people everywhere, where can I find him?

"Boss, don't be angry, don't be angry." The vendor was still there apologizing.

Meng Shaoyuan tilted his head and looked at the vendor: "How much did the wonton guy give you just now?"

"Ah?" The hawker was startled, then smiled and said: "Boss, what did you say?"

"Nothing." Meng Shaoyuan actually moved the small bench and sat down: "Bring me a bowl of wontons too. Ah, I'll ask you something. If you answer it well, I'll give you a piece of the ocean."

"real?"

"real!"



"Qixiangju Tea House".

Two Pingtan artists specially invited from Suzhou sang "The Legend of White Snake" there.

Han Haizhong ordered a pot of tea, and while listening to Pingtan, he happily cracked melon seeds.

That's all. He Ruyi told himself that one of these students, Meng Shaoyuan, needed special attention to train him, so he was personally responsible for following him.

Unexpectedly, he easily got rid of Meng Shaoyuan's surveillance.

It seems that this is the qualifications of this student named Meng Shaoyuan.

After leading so many students, he has never seen a so-called "genius".

Suddenly, Han Haizhong's eyes fell on the gate.

His face was filled with disbelief.

A guy walked in slowly with a bowl of something in his hand.

Meng Shaoyuan!

Meng Shaoyuan was holding a bowl of wontons in his hand. He walked up to Han Haizhong with a smile and put the wontons in front of Han Haizhong:

"Teacher Han, you only ate half of the wontons you just had, so I ordered another bowl for you."