There are teahouses all over China, but the teahouses in each place have their own characteristics and are not all the same.
Chongqing is famous for its teahouses, and drinking tea is one of the most important parts of life for Chongqing people.
When drinking tea in Chongqing, they pay attention to tea water, tea and tea sets, but they don’t pay much attention to “elegance”.
This is probably related to the straightforward and carefree character of Chongqing people, who pay attention to what should be paid attention to.
Everything else is informal.
Chongqing people eat tea in an old shop or dam, an old wooden square table, a few cups of tureen tea, a few simple wooden stools or rattan chairs, and scattered melon seeds and peanut shells on the ground. These are the most classic teahouses in Chongqing. of matching.
Teahouses can also be found everywhere in Shanghai.
Drinking tea here can be summed up in one word:
miscellaneous!
The so-called miscellaneous is that there are too many tea schools in Shanghai.
What about Babao tea, Taiwanese Gongfu tea, flower tea, and imported British black tea.
When you enter the teahouse, there is no waiter to greet you. You decide what tea to drink and then call the waiter to order tea.
You can also bring your own tea, and the teahouse will make it for you for free, but you will have to pay extra for the melon seeds and peanuts that are free.
Meng Shaoyuan brought the tea himself.
He is very familiar with this place. .
Put the tea bag on the table and put a piece of change on it.
That's a tip for the guys.
With tips, the waiters will naturally work harder and will try their best to meet your requirements.
There is an empty tea bowl on the table with the lid tilted, which means that this table is reserved for guests and they are not allowed to share the table.
Su Junwen sat on another tea table, close to the door.
If there is a situation, he can immediately block the entrance and exit roads and allow the commander to escape through the window.
After drinking there for a while, a man wearing a Chinese tunic suit walked in, leaning on a civilized stick.
Find a seat, take off your hat, put it aside without the help of the waiter, and put the civilized stick against the table.
He took off his glasses, put them to his mouth, took a breath, wiped them carefully, and then put them on the edge of his hat.
After the waiter served the tea, the Mao suit took a sip, immediately called the waiter over, and cursed:
"Little Chi, why don't you serve me the water even if it's not boiling? Do you know who I am?"
The waiter looked aggrieved and hurriedly said goodbye.
Meng Shaoyuan put the tea money on the table and stood up.
This Chinese tunic suit belongs to me.
Passwords, all correct.
He came to inform himself.
The Mao suit didn't know what his mission was, let alone who he was here to inform.
His only task is to complete this process.
The moment Meng Shaoyuan stood up, Su Junwen quickly stood up and walked out of the teahouse first.
Outside the teahouse, squatting was a lazy man sunbathing.
Who is this person if not Li Zhifeng?
Li Zhifeng was eating melon seeds there.
He threw a handful of melon seed peels outside in a very unhygienic manner.
Safety!
Next to it is a rickshaw.
There was a towel tied to the handlebar for wiping sweat.
The towel is tied in a double knot.
"rickshaw!"
The person who got on the bus was not Meng Shaoyuan, but Su Junwen!
"Da Guangming Cinema, I have to catch the 10:45 movie." Su Junwen said as soon as he got in the car.
"Okay, boss."
The rickshaw driver took the rickshaw and drove away.
Meng Shaoyuan and Li Zhifeng left here leisurely, one after the other.
Arriving at the entrance of an alley, Meng Shaoyuan ducked in.
There is a toilet inside.
He was inside and quickly took off his outer gown, revealing a pair of shabby clothes underneath.
When he was taking off his cloth shoes, Li Zhifeng walked in and gave him a pair of worn elastic shoes and a vest.
The rickshaw driver's number is also printed on the back of the vest.
When Meng Shaoyuan came out again, he had turned into a rickshaw driver who had just come out of his hut.
The rickshaw that took Su Junwen away just now was parked outside.
The person sitting in the car was not Su Junwen.
But a gentle young man wearing a long gown and glasses.
"Hurry up, take your time."
The young man scolded impatiently.
"Boss, I'm really sorry."
Meng Shaoyuan pulled up the rickshaw and left.
"Boss, you are back!"
The young man said in a trembling voice as the rickshaw pulled up.
That is, Zhao Yun!
The legendary agent active in the heart of the enemy, Zhao Yun!
The way to meet is extremely complicated.
But it’s all just for two words:
Safety!
The situation in Shanghai is extremely complicated.
Li Zhifeng must first go to the agreed meeting place to make sure that Zhao Yun has not rebelled, and then he can arrange the next meeting.
The lessons brought by the traitors are too profound.
Whether it was the Chinese tunic suit in the teahouse before or the rickshaw driver outside the teahouse, they were all the tools in this connection.
You don't have to go through so much trouble, just connect directly.
But maybe this is the last time in life.
"How is the situation?" Meng Shaoyuan asked while pulling the car.
"The joint campaign against us by No. 76 and the Japanese military police was very fierce, but we can persevere." Zhao Yun answered very simply.
These two short sentences could actually let Meng Shaoyuan know that the situation in Shanghai was not optimistic.
"Help me prepare some people."
Meng Shaoyuan did not say anything impassioned or inspiring: "This time I come back to reopen the situation in Shanghai."
Zhao Yun was in high spirits.
Sir, when he returns to Shanghai this time, he is going to have a tough fight with No. 76 and the Japanese!
Moreover, the chief did not ask about the specific implementation of the work in Shanghai.
This is an absolute trust in one's subordinates!
"Also, help me find two foreigners." Meng Shaoyuan continued to order: "Clonin Baker, and his wife Stephanie Baker. This man is a reporter, and now the couple has fallen into the hands of the Japanese. inside."
"clear."
"I want their full situation, especially the details. Also, once I have the specific information, I will see if I can find ways to use money to rescue them. At the very least, I want to ensure their safety and that they will not be abused."
"clear."
Zhao Yun hesitated for a moment: "Boss, there are some things I shouldn't ask according to discipline, but I would rather be disciplined than ask, how many people did you bring this time?"
Meng Shaoyuan actually didn't hide anything: "Two."
"That won't work, there are too few." Zhao Yun immediately became anxious: "I will send you another group of people immediately, and I will keep your identity absolutely confidential!"
"What do I need so many people for? Open a mahjong room?" Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "Just do your job well. You don't have to worry about my safety."
Although Zhao Yun was a little reluctant, he no longer dared to say anything.
"More, how about the new Shanghai District Mayor Wang Yixin?"
"It's not bad. I'm relatively conservative and don't dare to do anything radical. It's just no merit and no fault."
"The most fearful people are those who have no merit or demerit." Meng Shaoyuan sighed softly, and then stopped the car:
"Boss, we're here."
Zhao Yun got out of the car, paid the fare, and then whispered:
"Boss, take care, I'm always waiting for your call!"
