"Let's go to Yamato Hotel..." Arman suddenly ordered the driver as soon as the car he was riding entered the Central Street.
"Yes." The driver didn't dare to ask any more questions and just changed direction.
…
"There is no one in the room you called, and there is no check-in, are you sure?" Shibuya Saburo received a call from Kawai Sadaikichi, the director of the Special High School Course who went to the Madiel Hotel to ambush.
"Nani, this is impossible. You are not mistaken. Is there a problem with the wiring in the hotel?" Shibuya Saburo suddenly stood up from his chair and asked.
"Your Majesty Shibuya, you are right. We have checked several times. No one is staying in the room No. 207 that we called tonight, and there are no signs of being tampered with in the room." Kawai Nobuyoshi said with certainty.
"Where's Arman, has he arrived?"
"Not yet. I have arranged for people at the entrance and lobby, as well as in the restaurant and corridor. As soon as he appears, I will know immediately."
"Be careful. Even though Arman is a diplomat, he is also an experienced intelligence agent." Saburo Shibuya solemnly reminded that this Soviet Deputy Consul General is not an easy person to deal with. He has not learned anything before.
"Hai!"
…
Time passed minute by minute, which was very difficult for Zhou Sen in the room, and it was also very long for Kawai Nobuyoshi.
If Arman didn't show up, all the arrangements for tonight would be invalid.
And now, news from the surveillance point says that Arman's car from the Soviet Consulate General has come out. This car is so late, who else can use it except Arman?
It's almost time.
Why can't I see anyone?
Kawai Sadayoshi was so anxious that he almost cursed.
If it weren't for the fear of being discovered, no one would have been followed along the way. As a result, no one from Arman has shown up until now.
Zhou Sen was also observing Central Street in front of the window. The lights in his room were turned off, and the curtains were opened a crack. Through the flashing lights of neon lights outside, he could see the location of the hotel entrance. Of course, he could only see in this direction. , but not the other direction.
But according to his calculations, unless Arman deliberately took a detour, the direction he came from the Consulate General of Soviet Russia should be in the direction he could observe.
He was also counting the time, but he didn't know whether Arman would come or when he would set off.
It has been half an hour since the Japanese came to check for identification.
He hadn't seen Arman's car appear, let alone himself. He was a little anxious, but also hoped that he wouldn't show up.
Regardless of whether Arman appears or not, the Japanese may investigate the guests of the Madiel Hotel, and then they are likely to find the name "Natasha".
Of course, the name "Natasha" may exist, but this person may not. It is a pity that this identity is lost.
Zhou Sen can't leave. If he leaves now, he will definitely be suspected.
An hour passed and Arman did not show up. He knew that Arman would not come. He should have understood the purpose of making this call.
This was also a relief.
…
"Nani, Arman went to Yamato Hotel..." What Zhou Sen didn't know was that Kawai Nobuyoshi received a call from Shibuya Saburo.
Arman did not come to the Madier Hotel, but to the Yamato Hotel, which was a completely different place.
Got cheated.
asshole!
This move was so successful that Shibuya Saburo was very angry when he received the notice. He deliberately asked someone to make a phone call at the Madier Hotel. In fact, the appointment was at another place.
This was obviously a trick on them. These Soviets had long known that their phones had been hacked and listened to it. All this was intentional.
…
There were hurried footsteps outside the door. No matter how he hid his identity, Zhou Sen hurriedly ran over and pressed against the door. He heard the Japanese spy shouting in the corridor outside: "Hurry, hurry up, go to the Yamato Hotel right away." …”
Hearing this, Zhou Sen was still a little confused as to what these Japanese agents were doing at the Yamato Hotel, but then he thought about it.
Arman’s intention was immediately understood.
He knew that the Japanese might have set up an ambush here at the Madier Hotel, and he was very likely to be trapped here.
Then of course he couldn't come. He used this trick to lure the Japanese spies away from the Madier Hotel. At the same time, it also convinced the Japanese that the so-called phone number of the Madier Hotel was a cover. What he really wanted to go to was Yamato Inn.
In this way, the suspicion of the guests staying at Madier Hotel tonight was lifted, and Zhou Sen was naturally safe among them.
This is a brilliant move!
Next, Arman should try to contact him. He doesn't even know who he is now, so what method will he use?
Zhou Sen is also looking forward to it.
This kind of game of walking on the edge of death is really exciting. Zhou Sen drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp and went to bed directly.
Zhou Sen didn't dare to sleep too hard.
I got up before six o'clock in the morning, washed up, put on my makeup, and then checked out, dragging my small suitcase and leaving as the front desk clerk said "Wish you a nice day."
After confirming that no one was following him, Zhou Sen entered a public toilet in a park. At this time, there were very few people in the park.
He quickly put on his men's clothes and quickly boarded the early morning train.
"Brother Sen..."
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't alert anyone." It was too easy for Zhou Sen to enter the Ningxiang Pavilion, and he didn't need Axiang to open the door for him.
I happened to bump into Axiang who got up early to cook.
"Brother Sen, how did you get in? Did I remember to lock the door?" Axiang asked in surprise, her eyes widening.
"Your door lock is not difficult for me at all." Zhou Sen chuckled, "Remember, I slept here last night and didn't come here this morning. Do you understand?"
"why?"
"You will understand later. If outsiders ask, you must say so, otherwise Brother Sen will be in trouble. Of course, if no one asks, you just..."
"I know, but no one will tell me."
"Smart, reward me." Zhou Sen chuckled and stretched out his hand to scratch Axiang's delicate nose.
"What's for breakfast today? I'm hungry?"
"Stick noodles, porridge, steamed buns, and rice cakes," Ah Xiang said.
"Very good, give me a bowl too. I haven't had breakfast yet." Zhou Sen was indeed hungry. He didn't eat much last night, so he drank half a bottle of red wine.
"good."
"Why are you here?" Bai Yulan, who came over for breakfast, was surprised when she saw Zhou Sen appearing in the restaurant.
"I came last night and didn't ask Axiang to tell you." Zhou Sen chuckled and said to Axiang, "That's right, Axiang."
"Oh, um, yes..." Axiang said vaguely, obviously lying was not that good for her.
When Bai Yulan saw this situation, she knew there was something wrong. She was smart and did not continue to ask questions, so as not to embarrass everyone.
Zhou Sen was so hungry that he picked up the porridge bowl and took a big sip along the edge of the bowl. After taking this mouthful of hot stick noodle porridge, his hunger was reduced by three points.
A bite of pickles, a bite of stick noodle porridge, and a bite of steamed buns. Even if they were made for a god, they wouldn't change them.
"Today I'm going to see Mr. Fu, the wife of Fucheng Company, to talk about our renovation. Do you have any other instructions?" Bai Yulan took a sip of porridge.
"What's the reputation of Fucheng Company?" Zhou Sen didn't know much about the decoration industry.
"There are not many. The projects of Quanye Shopping Mall and New World Hotel were all done by their family." Bai Yulan said, "Boss Fu has been in this industry for more than 20 years and is a time-honored construction and decoration company in Bingcheng. ”
"Okay, that's it. I'm appointing you, Yu Lan, as the general manager of Senji Company, and Axiang is the assistant to the general manager." Zhou Sen said.
Bai Yulan glared at Zhou Sen, but she didn't object. If Zhou Sen went to a closed training camp, the "Sen" company would really need one person to be responsible. We couldn't let the secretary named Anna come, right?
Opening a teahouse in Ningxiang Pavilion also requires renovating, purchasing tea sets, training staff, etc. In the coming days, she will definitely be much busier than usual.
As long as Bai Yulan is confirmed as the general manager, it will basically be announced to the outside world that she and Zhou Sen's husband and wife store has opened.
"You go to special training, what will Wu En do?"
"How about I lend it to you? Besides being strong and obedient, he doesn't know anything else." Zhou Sen chuckled. If Wu En was smarter, he would focus on training him. Although he didn't So smart, but more important than loyalty. At least you can use it with confidence.
People like Gu Laoliu and Ye Saner can be used, but they cannot be reused, not when "secrets" are involved. They all have obvious weaknesses and shortcomings.
In comparison, Bai Yulan may be easier to trust. At least this woman is smart and understands herself.
…
Zhou Sen arrived late and came alone on the tram. Seeing this, Anna couldn't help but frown slightly.
With Wu En following her, she was not worried. Although Wu En was not smart, his skills were first-rate. With his protection, Zhou Sen was safe.
"Why are you alone and Wu En didn't pick you up?"
"Oh, Wu En was sent out by me to do something." Zhou Sen explained.
"Do you know that your safety is related to the great cause of the empire, why don't you cherish yourself?" Anna blamed.
"I'm being serious, I'm just a small policeman. How useful I can be is because you had to push me up."
"Others don't have this opportunity if they want it, so you don't know how to cherish it." Anna snorted coldly and reminded.
"Whoever wants this opportunity will take it, and I will thank him." Zhou Sen said nonchalantly.
Walking into "Forest", I found that there was a stranger inside. He was about thirty years old, not tall, with a white face, and his face was pale, as if he was recovering from a serious illness.
"Fronte, an intelligence expert, was sent by Mr. Shibuya to help you find the 'roster'." Anna pointed at the man and introduced him.
"Hello." Front stretched out his hand, showed a polite smile, his expression was a little humble, and he still spoke in Japanese.
He probably thought he was Japanese.
Zhou Sen smiled coquettishly, reached out, shook hands with the other person, and said in Russian: "Hello, I am not Japanese."
When he heard that Zhou Sen could speak Russian and was not Japanese, Front's eyes suddenly lit up and his waist straightened a lot.
