After chatting for a while, Major Jeff Hunter looked at his watch and said to Chennault: "Claire, we have to go." He pointed at his watch.
Chennault took out a pen and paper from his body, wrote a phone number, tore it off and handed it to Zhou Zhihan: "Zhihan, this time I return to China, I will start to form and build the air force as a consultant to the Chinese Air Force. I hope that in the future After you finish your studies and return to China, you can come and help me. When you return to China, you can call me on this number. If you have any difficulties in the United States and need my help, you can also call me on this number."
Zhou Zhihan reached out to take the note, put it into his pocket respectfully.
Chennault stood up: "Zhihan, Hunter and I still have things to do, so let's say goodbye!"
"Oh! I'm about to leave too." Zhou Zhihan stood up quickly.
Major Jeff Hunter held his shoulder: "You are going to Randolph tomorrow. Just have fun here tonight. I will send a car to pick you up tomorrow morning. You won't have time to play when you get to Randolph." .”
Zhou Zhihan "..."
Major Jeff Hunter smiled: "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, young man. I see a few girls have been staring at you, so just stay..."
The major was too kind to me. Zhou Zhihan's mouth twitched. He was too embarrassed to refuse the major's kindness. He said to himself that he would leave after a while. After watching the two of them leave and walk towards the door, he walked to the bar and spoke again. Ordered a beer.
At this time, there were several officers on the rostrum writing down numbers on paper and throwing them into the box.
Mike and the others had written down the numbers on paper, put them in the box, and then went to drink and dance together.
Zhou Zhihan asked the young bartender for paper and pen, and based on his memory, he wrote down all the numbers he just saw on the paper in order.
He stood up and was about to stuff the paper into the box, but thought better of it and sat down again.
There is no point in fighting with these Europeans and Americans. It may be due to the cultural differences between China and Japan. These American soldiers always speak freely and have no taboos. Their words are a bit harsh, but they are not unreasonable. For example, the two-gun generals in the Kuomintang army , although it will make every Chinese person uncomfortable to hear it, it is also the truth, and it clearly shows how lax the military discipline and style of the current Kuomintang army are.
In general, Americans helped China a lot during the Anti-Japanese War. Maybe one day, some of the soldiers present will go to China and become instructors of the Chinese army. Some soldiers may join Chennault's formation. The Flying Tigers fought bloody battles to protect China's skies.
Thinking of this, Zhou Zhihan sat down again. At this time, he was not even angry with Mike. He would leave after finishing the beer in the glass. He still had business to do, so he drank and looked at the figures on the dance floor. Hot dancer dancing.
While drinking, Zhou Zhihan unknowingly folded the paper in his hand into a frog.
Very beautiful paper frog.
The skills I learned in school are still there.
He lay down on the bar and blew on the frog twice. The paper frog jumped forward several times in succession.
At this moment, the host shouted into the microphone: "It's lottery time now. We will start the first lottery immediately and draw the first lucky winner. Gentlemen and ladies, please take out your signs and take a look. Are you the lucky one who got drawn?"
Only then did Zhou Zhihan remember why the old man asked him to bring in a sign when he first entered, so he took out the sign, pressed it on the paper frog, and said to the young bartender: "This sign is for you. If you win the lottery, It’s yours.”
As he said that, he turned and left. He still had important things to do.
For a time traveler, luck is never bad.
It's not fun to get a small prize in a lottery game, but he doesn't want it.
A person's luck only comes a few times or a dozen times in his life. Coveting for a small profit and wasting luck will not be worth the gain.
After leaving the bar, Zhou Zhihan could feel Mike's eyes looking at him. This guy still holds grudges. He is really petty.
When Zhou Zhihan was approaching the door, a major officer in his 50s was invited to the stage to draw a lottery. He faced the audience, put his hand into the box, took out a sign, handed it to the host, and then said thank you to the host. He returned to his seat with a loud voice.
Zhou Zhihan left the military club and disappeared into the vast night on his bicycle.
In the military club.
The major host held up his position for several minutes. Finally, amidst the whistles of the crowd, he held up the sign in his hand and said with a smile: "The first lucky person tonight is..."
The whistles from the audience sounded again...
"No. 036!"
As soon as the host finished speaking, everyone in the audience looked at their numbers.
The host shouted: "Please invite the first lucky person tonight to come to the stage to receive the award!"
No one agreed.
The host called again.
Still no one agreed.
Host: "Did this lucky guy leave early? I'll call again. If no one comes up, this draw will be invalid and we will draw again."
host:"……"
"Wow!" The young bartender saw that no one came up to the stage to accept the award for a long time, so he glanced at the number Zhou Zhihan left for him and said with great joy, "I won the prize, I won the prize! Here it is!"
It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and the road was empty with few pedestrians and few cars. Zhou Zhihan rode his bicycle very fast. The speed must be at least 60 kilometers per hour, which was faster than the old cowboy's car. .
More than an hour later, Zhou Zhihan arrived outside a bar more than ten kilometers away from Changdao Beach, stood under the shadow of a dark tree and looked into the bar.
There are many people in the bar.
Zhou Zhihan has excellent eyesight. He can see the faces of everyone in the room clearly from 100 meters away!
Five minutes later, Zhou Zhihan was sure that the person he was looking for was in the bar, so he disappeared into the darkness on his bicycle.
Two hours later, Zhou Zhihan drove a car in an abandoned warehouse in a deserted suburb.
Park.
Carrying a huge bag, he walked into the dark, damp and cold basement and lit a kerosene lamp.
Opening the bag, there was a man lying inside with his hands and feet bound and a black cloth covering his head.
Judging from the figure, he should be a man.
Zhou Zhihan picked him up and put him on a chair, fixed him to the back of the chair with a rope, and then poured a basin of cold water on his head through the hood.
The man woke up, his head was covered and he couldn't see anything, his mouth was blocked, and he could only struggle in vain.
Seeing the man wake up, Zhou Zhihan returned to the car and put the small suitcase he was carrying on the table in front of the man.
I poured some gasoline on the firewood and lit the stove.
He reached out and pulled off the black cloth on the man's head.
After blinking a few times to adjust to the oil lamp in the darkness, the middle-aged man saw Zhou Zhihan for the first time. His eyes were filled with confusion and anger. He shook his body and motioned for Zhou Zhihan to take out the cloth ball in his mouth.
Zhou Zhihan didn't seem to notice the middle-aged man's signal. He took out a stack of photos from his pocket and threw them on the table. Then he took out a cigarette and lit it on the oil lamp. He sat on the recliner and smoked, closing his eyes. What to think about.
The moment Zhou Zhihan closed his eyes and smoked, the anger and confusion in the middle-aged man's eyes were immediately replaced by calmness. He squinted and carefully looked at Zhou Zhihan, whose expression was as calm as an ancient well. He couldn't guess what this young man was going to do next. What do you want to do in one step?
Then, the middle-aged man looked around, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. This was actually his own secret warehouse.
