Everyone thought about it and had no objections to Lin Yi's arrangement.
"Now that you have the clues in your hands, strike while the iron is hot and implement it as soon as possible. If you still need my help later, just ask!"
"Thank you sir, having you here has helped us a lot. Let us young people do the rest of the errands."
"That's right, just wait in the house for news of our victory!"
Mr. Bai laughed and looked at the group of energetic young people in front of him, filled with joy.
"I won't say anything else, lest you think my old man is too verbose. Pay attention to safety in everything. The closer you are to the truth, the closer you are to danger. Be careful."
"Got it sir!"
The work of deciphering the code has come to an end for the time being. This "Jinzhang Lanpu", which was reproduced in the Ming Dynasty and imitated Dong Qichang's calligraphy style, can be determined to be the codebook used internally by the "Zi Yihou" organization.
This book was very important to them, so they originally sent it back to Curator Ma, and then asked him to help reprint a few copies of it intact.
It will be easier to rummage around then, and you won’t have to borrow other people’s family heirlooms to use.
As for whether "Ziyihou" is still in use now, it is unknown.
Something is better than nothing.
As for the next plan, as discussed just now, the troops will be divided into two groups to implement their respective clues as soon as possible.
After discussing the follow-up matters, Bai Lu returned to the courtyard to pack her luggage.
Wang Qiang drove Lin Yi and Qian Sheng to return the books to Director Ma, and then returned to Qian Sheng's home base.
"It stands to reason that the cauldron is a visible weapon, but there are stone carvings on the other side of the dragon gate. How can we connect these places that are beyond the reach of eight poles?"
While waiting for the traffic light, Wang Qiang lit a cigarette, tapped the steering wheel in boredom, and talked about the afternoon's events.
"Don't mention it now. My brain is still boiling. There have been all kinds of brainstorming all afternoon. My brain is about to cramp. Now please let me slow down."
Qian Sheng looked "half-dead" and lay on the back seat, not wanting to answer any questions at all.
Lin Yi put his arm on the passenger window, blew out a puff of smoke, and looked at the endless traffic in front of him.
"Whether we have contacted or not is not just a matter of words? If we hadn't peeled off the cocoons here and sorted it out bit by bit, no one would have been able to unravel Mr. Xu's ledger.
Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. You two must help us find out the road clearly this time. I guess we will have to set up shop in Luodu this time. "
"Luodu? That's good. Spicy soup in the morning, mutton braised noodles at noon, and a bowl of mutton soup braised cakes in the evening, with a little wine, the taste is perfect!"
"I said you can't think of anything else in your mind?"
"Food is the most important thing for the people. This is a big deal. Are you two hungry? Why am I a little hungry? Find a mutton soup restaurant. I will warm it up in advance to let my stomach and intestines adapt to the rhythm of Luodu. "
"Who on earth said that he stopped eating at night and wanted to lose weight? Third child, you were in front of me at the time. Isn't it true that these words came from his mouth?"
"Yes, I can prove it!"
"What do you prove? You prove it. Yes, I said I wanted to lose weight. I had dinner at night, but I didn't say I wouldn't drink soup."
The three brothers quarreled with each other and the car drove into a roadside mutton soup restaurant.
The next day, before there was any news from Director Ma, Wang Qiang and Qian Sheng rushed to Luodu without delaying each other.
Lin Yi and Bai Lu also booked flights to Xiangjiang.
The two groups of people went their separate ways and performed their duties.
For Lin Yi and the others, less than a month had passed since the last time they came to Xiangjiang.
Because it is a special operation, there is no need to trouble others, and the whole trip is taken care of by yourself.
After arriving at the airport, the two took a taxi and headed straight to Moro Street.
This antique street was still the same as when they came last time, without any changes.
The two of them walked all the way to the old shop at the end of the street. It was not closed today, but it was still deserted and there was not much business.
Pushing the door open, the bell on the door rang.
Uncle, who was sitting on the lounge chair behind the counter, replied in Cantonese without raising his head:
"You can take photos as you like. If you are shopping, the prices are all there. No bargaining."
Lin Yi looked around, and it seemed that Uncle was the only one.
So she nodded towards Bai Lu.
"Abo, we are not here to take pictures or buy anything. We have unlocked the contents of the notebook you gave us."
After Bai Lu's sweet voice finished speaking, the sound of turning newspapers on the counter stopped abruptly.
With a squeaking sound from the wicker chair, the old man stood up from the counter.
He took off his reading glasses, lowered his head, and looked at them carefully.
"Oh, who did I think it was? It turns out to be you."
A smile suddenly appeared on the old man's face.
"It seems that I really didn't make a mistake. It's a good thing to give this thing to you!"
After that, the old man walked out from the counter, looked at them with a smile, then turned around and turned over the "Closed" sign on the shop, closed the curtains, and welcomed the two of them into the back room.
The space in the back room is not large. It can only be said that in Xiangjiang, where land is precious, it is not easy to have such a place.
The old man made tea for them and poured himself a cup.
"Tell me, what's written in it?"
"We can't tell you what is written yet. Before that, we would like to ask you a question. What is your relationship with Mr. Xu Baijiao?"
"what relationship?"
The old man held the tea cup and pondered for a moment, then turned around and took out a photo frame from the cabinet behind him.
There is a photo of two people on it, it is black and white. A gentle man wearing glasses and a suit is sitting in the front. Behind him is a young man dressed as a hotel waiter, standing behind him.
There is a slight resemblance between his eyebrows and this uncle's.
"If I read correctly, this is you, and who is the person in front of you?"
"He is Mr. Xu. Our relationship can be considered as master and apprentice."
Abo rubbed the photo frame and talked about the past.
It turns out that the temporary office of the "Secret Shopping Group" was located at the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong. It is the oldest hotel in Hong Kong and a place where celebrities gathered and held various social activities in the 1950s.
Xu Baijiao and Young Master Xu lived here at that time, and Abo at that time was just a waiter here.
According to his recollection, although he did not have many interactions with Mr. Xu, every time he communicated with him, Mr. Xu was polite and respectful to him, and never put on any arrogance. The impression has always been good.
Slowly as time passed, the relationship between the two parties became familiar, until one day, Mr. Xu returned to the hotel in a hurry and handed the notebook to him for safekeeping.
And she took him while he was still at work and went to the photo studio to take this group photo.
"He told me that this book was very important and asked me to give it to his companions from the mainland because I had met them.
But from that day on, I never saw Mr. Xu again. I later learned that he died in a car accident. "
"Then why didn't you give this work notebook to his companion?" Bai Lu asked.
"Because on the third day after Mr. Xu's death, I was arrested by the British police in Hong Kong at that time. A charge was placed on me and I was sentenced to life imprisonment." (End of Chapter)
