The customs room does not have a bathroom - it will be used as an office in the future. [No pop-up novel website] o However, there is a public bathroom equipped with a shower on the first floor - public bathrooms are indispensable to keep civil servants clean in subtropical areas.
Zhong Xiaoying held a rattan clothes basket made by Lingao Woodware Factory, which contained a change of clothes, soap, etc., and led Credia down the stairs quietly. The corridor was dark, but the moonlight outside the window was bright enough for them to see the road clearly.
Zhong Xiaoying took her to two doors, opened one of them with flowers on it, and took out a pack of "Australian fire" - matches from her chest. She struck one and carefully lit the fire in the bathroom. Gaslighting.
The light of the gas lamp was very bright, and Credia looked at this "public bathroom" curiously. There is a row of lattice wooden shelves on one side of the wall, and in each wooden shelf is a rattan basket for clothes. On the other side are wooden benches.
"Come, take off your clothes here." Zhong Xiaoying said.
"Is this a suitable place?" Although Credia was tricked into the bathroom by Zhong Xiaoying, she still felt unsafe - she had taken several baths in Batavia, always in the bedroom of the Governor's Mansion in the castle. I have never bathed in such an open place.
"It doesn't matter." Zhong Xiaoying knew that the front and rear doors of the customs building were locked at night, and there were soldiers and military dogs patrolling and standing guard. Although there is a window in the bathroom, it is opened high and covered with wooden shutters and wire mesh.
Even though she was in front of someone of the same sex, taking off her clothes still made Credia a little shy. She took off her bra and still wore a close-fitting petticoat. Fortunately, Zhong Xiaoying did not "be honest" and wore a nightgown.
"Come on," she whispered, "let's be gentle, everyone is asleep."
Credia's cheeks felt hot - she felt her heart beating fast and feeling extremely ambiguous. For a moment she even doubted whether she should follow her to the bathroom.
The bathroom inside is not big, with more than a dozen small cubicles with one side open along the wall. The walls and floors are tiled, and there are drainage channels on the floor. Along the walls there are some long wooden benches for bathing. This place is used every day, so there are still water stains on the ground.
"Come on, take off your clothes and rinse them first." Zhong Xiaoying handed her the small rattan basket in her hand, "This is a towel, and this is soap. It's added with lavender essential oil. It's a special gift for the elders. There is hair shampoo in this glass bottle, which is also scented with lavender. The shampoo is soft and clean." Zhong Xiaoying looked at her curly golden hair, "Your hair is so beautiful!"
"Your black hair is also very beautiful." Credia said but hesitated to take off her clothes.
Zhong Xiaoying knew she was embarrassed, so she turned around and said, "I'll wait for you here. After you rinse off, come sit down and I'll wipe your back."
Crédia blushed, took off her petticoat like a thief, hid in the cubicle, turned on the faucet, and started washing quickly.
She washed her body several times before bracing herself and lying down on the wooden stool in front of Zhong Xiaoying. Zhong Xiaoying scrubbed her up.
"I used a loofah, it hurt a bit."
"It doesn't matter, I can bear it." Credia said softly.
Zhong Xiaoying washed and wiped with a loofah, soaped and rinsed with water. It was not easy to scrub off all the dirt that had accumulated over the years from Credia's body. The whole body was rubbish red. Credia's body was tense and relaxed from time to time as the loofah and soap were alternately rubbed. Her face was red, her eyes were closed, her teeth were clenched, and she let her play with it. However, from time to time I still can't help but say "ummm oah oah".
It wasn't until another ladle of water washed over her that she heard Zhong Xiaoying's slightly tired voice: "Okay, get up."
Credia quickly sat up, her golden hair spread wetly on her chest, her cheeks were red, and her big blue eyes were misty, as if covered with a layer of moisture. Her lips were as beautiful as blood, and her bumpy body was white and rosy. Zhong Xiaoying felt stunned for a moment when she saw her. She felt a lump in her throat and quickly looked away.
Zhong Xiaoying secretly felt that it was a pity that although the white woman had golden eyes and a snow-white complexion, she had a different charm compared to the Han woman. But the skin felt rough to the touch, and there seemed to be many bumps on it. After washing away the stinking sweat and dirt all over my body, there was still a faint smell of fox--even lavender soap couldn't cover it up.
"Okay, let's go get dressed." Zhong Xiaoying pretended to be calm and helped her up, but then the soap slipped out of her hand and she quickly leaned down to pick it up. In a hurry, my foot slipped again, and I felt that my cheek was squeezed tightly by a strong and elastic object, and I couldn't help but blush.
He hurriedly stood up, but saw that Cretia also had a face full of embarrassment, and walked into the locker room without saying a word.
Credia changed into clothes with the help of Zhong Xiaoying. These were specially chosen by Zhong Xiaoying. They were all new clothes bought for her by Dr. Zhong. Both of them are about the same height, short, fat, and thin, but Credia's figure is plumper and somewhat tighter than Zhong Xiaoying's.
Some of the clothes were things Credia had never seen before - she had never worn a bra. While helping her put it on, Zhong Xiaoying taught her how to do it: first let her lean forward, put her breasts into the cup, then help her buckle it and adjust the shoulder straps. During this process, it touched some delicate and sensitive skin, and Credia couldn't help but let out a few gasps.
The next morning, Dr. Zhong got up early, but found that his daughter, who always got up earlier than him, was still sleeping. He washed himself and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He met Westley in the corridor.
"Good morning, Westley."
"Good morning, Dr. Zhong." Westley said, "Has Miss Zhong gone to the kitchen?"
"She is still resting, maybe these days are too hard." Zhong Lizhi said.
"Oh, Cretia is sleeping too." Westri said, "Let's go to the construction site after breakfast."
At this time, there was a small prefabricated wooden building less than 300 meters away from the customs. There were sentries standing guard at the door of the small building, but no signs were hung. The shutters are always closed on the glass windows of this small building, and there is always a light in the cracks of the windows every night.
This is the Kaohsiung office of the General Political Security Bureau and the Kaohsiung office of the Foreign Intelligence Service. The two institutions occupy half of each small building, with the stairs in the middle.
At 7 o'clock in the morning, the port time whistle sounded, and the staff in the office building were working intensively - the work of these two departments is partly day and night. The motive operation is in operation, and Zheng Zhilong's movements in the Taiwan Strait must be monitored at all times. A large amount of information and materials poured in, keeping everyone busy.
Permission to come out of the office - he has been stationed here since Kaohsiung as a full-time naval intelligence officer of the Foreign Intelligence Service. The largest and most dangerous enemies at sea: Holland and Zheng Zhilong are both active in the Taiwan Strait, and the Navy urgently needs to collect intelligence on their activities. Xuancheng came to Kaohsiung with this mission.
He had been working all night to read intelligence from all over the Fujian coast in order to provide weekly intelligence judgments to the Senate, the Military Command, and the First and Second Fleets. This is a big responsibility. Xuancheng had to work hard to do it. Agents from the Intelligence Bureau were scattered around Zheng Zhilong's main areas of activity, collecting information about the flow of trade goods, recruitment of soldiers, and shipbuilding. Report daily dynamic changes of ships in the port.
Judging from the current situation, Zheng Zhilong has not made any changes. When he was thinking about how to write the report, a police guard in the corridor stopped him: "Chief, there is a sailor at the door who wants to see you. He said he came from the First Fleet Headquarters to deliver a letter to you. This is his Order certificate.”
"No need, I'll go to the foyer." Xu Xu wanted to breathe in the fresh air and let the smoke in his office disperse.
In the foyer, a navy private was waiting. When he saw an unknown man approaching, he immediately stood at attention and saluted.
jǐngwei introduced: "This is the director of licensing."
"Private, what do you want from me?" Xu Xu asked.
The messenger conveyed the written order of Mingqiu, the Navy Civilian Commissioner: Let the permission go to the First Fleet Headquarters immediately.
"You go back and report, I'll be here right away." Xu Xu dismissed the messenger, feeling secretly surprised. If anything happens, you can just call me tomorrow autumn. Why do you need to send someone to send a message?
Doubts remain doubts. Although he now works in the Foreign Intelligence Service, his staff is still in the Navy. Mingqiu is an out-and-out department chief.
He quickly went to the bathroom to wash up. When I returned to the office and was about to put on a cool cotton and linen blended shirt, I suddenly remembered that I was going to meet the leader of the Navy, so I opened the closet again and took out the tropical navy captain's uniform. He has not worn a military uniform for a long time since leaving the Foreign Intelligence Service.
The First Fleet Headquarters is located in an ordinary barracks at the Cijin base. A naturalized female Navy sergeant wearing a clerical branch symbol was already waiting for him at the door: "Captain, I will take you up. Please follow me."
In order to cultivate a spirit of unity, within the army, both veterans and naturalized civilians address each other by rank or position in formal occasions. Here, the difference between long-term residents and naturalized residents does not exist.
Arriving in front of the committee member's office, the sergeant major said: "Captain, you can go in directly, comrade comrade the committee member is waiting for you."
"Thank you." Xuancheng replied politely.
Facing the door, Xuancheng straightened his clothes and knocked on the door.
"Come in." The master of the office said.
"Reporting to the committee member, with permission from the navy captain, I have been ordered to report here."
Mingqiu sat on the chair and looked up. He was wearing a tropical navy uniform with nothing on it except the service symbols and military ranks, making him look neat and tidy.
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