The arrival of Gui Jianrong probably brought good luck to Fan Manqing.
After winning several games in succession, I had a lot of chips piled up in front of me.
"No, my luck is too bad."
Qian Cheng shook his head repeatedly: "I'm not coming, you come."
Gui Jianrong didn't care.
When he escaped, he took a sum of stolen money with him.
After the rebellion, he received a large bonus.
He can afford to lose this little money.
The key is, how to get this beauty?
However, Fan Manqing treated him with a cold face.
The more such a woman is, the more a man will be interested in her, and he must get her to satisfy his vanity.
How does a man please a woman?
The easiest way is to be generous.
Gui Jianrong bet on player, and Fan Manqing bet on banker.
In short, it is the opposite of Gui Jianrong.
Everyone knows that this is using Gui Jianrong as a beacon.
But it's strange to say that with this bright light, Fan Manqing's hand skills are frighteningly smooth.
Lu Zihang spoke something in English, but Gui Jianrong couldn't understand what he was saying.
But after hearing these words, the cold beauty Fan Manqing actually pursed her lips and smiled.
Gui Jianrong also knew that he must be mocking himself.
The problem is, not only does he not understand, he doesn't care.
Fan Manqing's smile simply drew away all his soul.
Not long after, seeing that there were not many chips left, Gui Jianrong simply pushed all the chips out:
"idle!"
"village!"
Fan Manqing pushed out his chips without hesitation, and then said: "Sir, I'm not lucky, bet less."
This was the first time Fan Manqing took the initiative to talk to him today. Gui Jianrong's whole bones went numb: "It doesn't matter, I have plenty of money."
Lu Zihang spoke a few more words in English.
Du Xingde knew many people from all walks of life and knew some English.
What Lu Zihang said there probably meant, how much money does this bastard have?
After saying that, Lu Zihang stood up: "Where is the bathroom?"
"Sir, I'll take you there."
Fan Manqing took advantage of this moment to ask for a pen and paper and wrote something on them. Then, he stared at the gambling table as if nothing had happened.
…
Acting very much.
Meng Shaoyuan threw out a chip.
He almost lost today.
But things went very smoothly with Lu Zihang and Fan Manqing.
That's it.
A big fish is slowly swimming into the net.
…
"Player has five points, Banker has six points, Banker wins."
Not surprisingly, Gui Jianrong lost again.
"It's really hard." Fan Manqing called Du Xingde: "Please change these chips into money."
"Okay, ma'am."
Du Xingde immediately sent someone to take away the chips.
Seeing that this beauty was leaving, Gui Jianrong felt very reluctant to leave her.
Unexpectedly, Fan Manqing lit her remaining half pack of cigarettes and said to Gui Jianrong: "Sir, I have been defeated so far, please let me smoke this cigarette."
After saying that, he took Lu Zihang's arm and left.
such a pity.
Forget it, just leave it as a thought.
Gui Jianrong picked up the cigarette, and then his eyes lit up.
Under the metal cigarette case, there was actually a piece of paper pressed down.
Gui Jianrong quickly picked it up and opened it eagerly:
"Tomorrow at 12 noon, Miyagami Restaurant."
OK!
Gui Jianrong is ecstatic!
"Jianrong, you are so lucky."
Qian Cheng smiled and patted Gui Jianrong on the shoulder.
"Thanks to brother for bringing me here." Gui Jianrong smiled happily.
"A blessing is a blessing, but safety work must also be done well." Qian Cheng reminded in particular: "Go there an hour early tomorrow and find out the situation there first."
“That’s what bro said, that’s what bro said!”
Gui Jianrong said repeatedly.
…
Meng Shaoyuan left.
From beginning to end, no one found themselves here.
A good show.
It's night.
The curfew in the Japanese-controlled area has arrived.
However, there are still privileges at Daxin Casino.
"stop!"
A Japanese sergeant led two patrolling soldiers to stop Meng Shaoyuan.
"Taijun."
Meng Shaoyuan immediately acted cautiously.
"who?"
"Good people, good people."
Meng Shaoyuan quickly took out his ID: "I just came out of Daxin Club."
The sergeant carefully checked the ID: "Have you always been in the club?"
"Yes Yes."
Meng Shaoyuan took out another sign with the word "Daxin" engraved on it.
This was given to gamblers by the Daxin Club, proving that he had indeed stayed at his place to deal with the inspection by the Japanese.
Otherwise, if a gambler is caught violating the curfew, the casino will lose a customer source.
The sergeant looked at it and collected the sign. This will be used to check the income with the Daxin Club in the future.
The Daxin Club was opened on the 76th and is directly protected by the Japanese Gendarmerie. It must pay protection fees to the Gendarmerie every month.
These signs are proof of income.
"Those who have been staying at the Daxin Club are considered good citizens."
The sergeant said in blunt Japanese: "Yours, you are not allowed to come out again if you go back. If you encounter other patrols on the way, tell them that Captain Herb has already checked."
"Yes, Taijun."
Meng Shaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
It's actually not that difficult to pass.
Are those who stay in the Daxin Club considered good citizens?
Meng Shaoyuan smiled contemptuously.
After finding the place where he had hidden his clothes, Meng Shaoyuan changed out of his own clothes.
Now, he has transformed and become "Sendou Akira" again!
Back at the hotel, I chatted with the Japanese boss for a while.
Returning to his room, he was exhausted.
It looked relaxed, but the whole process was very stressful.
No one thought that Meng Shaoyuan, the director of the Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai Supervision Office of the Military Command Bureau, would be brave enough to come to the Japanese-controlled area alone.
But just in case.
What if someone happened to recognize me?
I lay on the bed and smoked a cigarette, which made me feel a lot more relaxed.
Now, the people at the headquarters found out that they were missing. They were in a hurry, right?
Zhao Yun must have been notified, and Zhao Yun is searching the world for his whereabouts.
Who would have thought that he would actually stay in a hotel owned by Japanese people?
Meng Shaoyuan smiled.
However, suddenly his smile froze on his face.
He thought of something "very interesting".
if?
just in case?
No, maybe I worry too much.
Being a spy means you are always in a state of tension anytime and anywhere.
Worrying too much, really worrying too much.
Meng Shaoyuan became a little irritable for no reason.
Halfway through smoking a cigarette, he stubbed it out and then lit another one.
He sucked heavily.
It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he began to feel a little sleepy.
I don’t know when I fell asleep.
But he rarely dreamed, but he had a dream.
He dreamed that he was caught by the Japanese, and the Japanese whipped him hard with a whip.
Yes, he also saw Koichi Hahara.
Hahara Koichi said to him with a half-smile:
"Meng Shaoyuan, do you have this day too?"
Meng Shaoyuan was so frightened that he woke up with excitement.
As soon as I touched it, my head was covered with sweat.
It was so terrifying. Meng Shaoyuan had never had such a terrifying dream before in his old age!
