Mountain City, Xu Er Tea House.
Teahouses are a major feature of the mountain city. Chongqing people would rather drink tea than eat.
This has been a habit for many years.
A middle-aged man wearing a handmade suit, British leather shoes, an American top hat, and holding a civilized stick walked into the teahouse.
No one is greeting you here, so you have to find a seat by yourself.
"What kind of tea are you drinking?"
The boss came over and asked.
"Black tea."
The middle-aged man spoke one sentence in English as soon as he opened his mouth.
"What?" The boss didn't understand at all.
"black tea."
The middle-aged man obviously spoke Chinese, but he didn't forget to explain: "The correct English word for black tea is Black tea, but many of us Chinese call it red tea, which is totally wrong."
Damn it, I met a fake foreign devil.
The boss cursed in his mind: "What kind of black tea are you drinking?"
"Look for the most expensive one, give me the most expensive one."
What the hell?
The boss muttered and left.
The middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes, Egyptian cigarettes, and lit one.
Then he put the match under the cigarette.
Tea is served.
The middle-aged man didn't say anything and just smoked and drank tea.
After more than half an hour, a man wearing a Chinese tunic suit walked in.
He looked around the teahouse, then his eyes fell on the pack of cigarettes in front of the middle-aged man, and walked over:
"Sir, can you sit here?"
"No problem, of course."
Mao Zedong sat down and added some tea.
Immediately, the two said a few words and communicated quietly for a while.
The man in the Chinese tunic suit took out a letter, looked around, put the letter on the table, paid for the tea, and left.
The middle-aged man immediately took the letter, paid and left.
On the way out, he smoked another cigarette outside the teahouse before slowly leaving.
…
"No one followed you all the way, and there was nothing unusual in the teahouse."
At the corner of the alley, Wu Jingyi said calmly: "In 45 minutes, go to location two."
"Hey, yes."
"Remember, Chief Meng trusts you very much. He confirms that you can complete the task."
"Don't worry, I won't delay anything."
"I'll tell you again, there is danger, and you may even lose your life."
"Don't worry, Sir Wu. I've been around for so many years. I don't have any other skills. I still know how to save my life."
"That's good, let's go."
…
"Hop Kee Tea House".
A middle-aged man holding a civilized stick walked in with a proud look on his face. As soon as he came in, he was explained about "Black tea" and "red tea" again.
People in Chongqing have seen many fake foreign devils like this, and no one will really take them seriously.
It's just that the owner of Heji Tea House is very discerning.
This fake foreign devil's outfit is really expensive.
Compared to the fakes on the market, his leather shoes and hats are truly genuine foreign goods.
Therefore, he was a lot more polite when he spoke.
The match was still placed under the cigarette.
After a while, the man in Chinese tunic came in again, and the conversation was still the same as at Xu Er Teahouse.
There is no deviation in the entire process.
…
The next day, the same scene happened again in Youde Teahouse.
After collecting the letter, the middle-aged man walked out.
Lit a cigarette as usual.
Opposite, an old woman selling vegetables was sitting there, picking up a vegetable and taking care of it carefully.
The middle-aged man immediately paid attention.
There is a situation!
He threw away half of the cigarette, and the civilization stick rested on the stone slab, making a "click-click" sound.
When he walked forward to a small alley, two people suddenly came up from behind, and a hard thing pressed against his back:
"Kidnapping, don't move around, beg for money rather than life."
"Don't move, don't move!" The middle-aged man was completely frightened.
"Go forward, make a move and I'll beat you to death!"
A man pushed the middle-aged man forward.
The other one was watching the surroundings vigilantly.
The middle-aged man didn't know where he was going.
Anyway, after leaving the alley, he was immediately pushed into a car and his eyes were blindfolded.
The car drove around for a while, then was ordered to get off, and it seemed that he got into another car again.
This car is most likely stolen, right?
The middle-aged people didn’t dare to ask more questions.
I don’t know how long they walked, but the middle-aged man got out of the car again, walked for a while, and then was pushed into a house.
The blindfold was removed, and only the darkness in the room could be seen.
In addition to the man who escorted him in, there was also a guy sitting there with a sinister look on his face.
The letter found from the middle-aged man was given to Hengroulian.
He opened it, looked at it, and sneered:
"New York Chinese donated? Two hundred and fifty thousand US dollars? Are you the donation representative Thomas Liu?"
"Yes, yes." Thomas Liu was obviously very frightened: "Who are you? Why did you kidnap me? I'll give you money, don't kill me, don't kill me."
This time, what he said was no longer mixed with foreign language.
"To be honest, I won't kill you." Heng Roulian said coldly: "But if I find out that there is a lie in your words, I will kill you and your life will be worse than death."
"I said, I'll tell you everything."
Thomas Liu trembled all over: "Can, can you give me a chair? I, I really can't stand."
Looking at his trembling legs, Hengrou made a contemptuous gesture.
A chair was brought to him.
Thomas propped up the chair and sat down reluctantly: "I am from Guangdong. I studied in the United States in my early years. After the Anti-Japanese War broke out, I took my whole family to the United States.
Later, after Pearl Harbor, the Chinese in New York raised a group of donations for China, totaling US$250,000. They entrusted me to bring this donation back to China.
Because of the strict foreign exchange control system of the United States, even if China and the United States are allies, they cannot be brought out publicly in the short term. We thought of many ways.
After arriving in the mountain city, I needed to contact the government officials and transfer the money back to my country with the help of the government. "
"Why do you want to connect in such a secret way?" Hengroulian asked quickly.
"In addition to the foreign exchange controls in the United States, we are also worried about the corruption of government officials." Thomas said: "We need to find reliable people, and the person we contact is the plenipotentiary representative of Kong Xiangxi of the Ministry of Finance. The only thing we can trust is Him."
Hengroulian asked again: "Why did I send you here?"
Thomas was silent.
Hengroulian didn't say anything, he just took out a pistol and put it on the table.
Thomas was immediately frightened: "My surname is Liu, but my surname should actually be Kong. Kong Xiangxi is my eldest brother."
"What? Are you Kong Xiangxi's younger brother?"
"Really, really." Thomas said anxiously: "To be more precise, I am actually the illegitimate son of the Kong family. If you don't believe it, I will give you the phone number. It is the phone number of Miss Kong Lingyi, Kong Xiangxi's daughter."
With that said, Thomas Liu quickly reported a phone number!
Hengroulian took the phone number, and while looking at it, he felt dubious. This kind of thing was not impossible to happen.
