When the strong man saw Xu San, he thought he was coming to beat him again, so he tried to hide behind him, but there were too many people and he couldn't move at all.
After Xu San got closer, he said, "I'm telling you, don't go too far! There are a lot of people here!"
Xu San let out a "Puch" sound, and thought to himself, even if there are many people, they are not your people.
He stopped and looked at this guy curiously, "Are you suffering from delusions of being persecuted? I'm going to beat you up for being so stupid! Get out of the way and don't walk around in front of me."
Perhaps because they saw Xu San being unkind, several people around him also cooperated with the strong man and moved back.
Pushing through the crowded crowd, Xu San arrived at the fifth carriage.
This is a dining car, because it says so on the door.
Xu Sangang wanted to open the door, but was stopped by the train conductor at the door, "Sir, the front is closed to traffic."
Although it is a wooden car door, it cannot block the aroma of the food. Even if Xu San stands at the door, he can still smell the faint aroma of meat.
He stopped and looked at the flight attendant, "Why, why can't you go there?"
Xu San is only wearing an ordinary short shirt now. Although it is clean, the fabric is indeed ordinary cotton. He looks no different from ordinary Chinese people.
that's the truth.
There was a bit of contempt in the steward's eyes, because he had seen a lot of people like Xu San, who looked like a human and a demon dog, but he wanted to try his luck in the second or first class seats, hoping to be appreciated by the nobles there, so that Soar.
"Only guests in the second-class and first-class seats can enter the dining car in front." The steward's tone was still kind, but at this time he was already a little impatient.
Xu San did not leave. The more he was not allowed to pass, the more he wanted to pass. So he took out the forged passport and handed it into the hands of the flight attendant, "Is this okay?"
The flight attendant took the passport and didn't recognize it. It was a document he had never seen before, but this did not delay his identification.
Because there are still many Chinese characters in Japanese, at least he still recognizes Edogawa in the name.
From the Chinese characters pieced together, he knew that the bald man in front of him might be Japanese.
"Mr. Edogawa? Are you from Japan?" the flight attendant asked with doubt, his tone at this time was much more respectful than before.
"Yes!" Xu San said calmly, seemingly not ignoring the flight attendant's obstruction just now.
When the flight attendant saw that Xu San was not pursuing the matter, he felt relieved and handed back his passport with both hands. "I'm sorry, it's because your Chinese is so good that I might have misunderstood you."
Xu San took the passport and without further ado, he thought about pushing the door open and going in to take a look.
"Mr. Edogawa, please wait a moment." The waiter said again.
Xu San was a little unhappy, "What, what more proof do I need? Do you want me to slap you in the mouth and scold you, will you be satisfied?"
Seeing that Xu San was angry, the flight attendant quickly explained, "I want to remind you that it's best not to go to the first class compartment."
Xu San smiled, "What? Are there any important people in the first-class compartment? Are they chartered?"
"No, a death just occurred in the first class cabin." The flight attendant said softly.
Dead?
Is someone really dead?
The surprise in Xu San's heart now cannot be described in words, and he kept complaining in his heart that the name he chose was too damn magical.
But his face didn't show much, he just asked calmly: "Do you know who it is?"
"I don't know who it is? But I heard it's your compatriot!" the flight attendant whispered.
"You really don't know?" Xu San took out a military receipt.
The flight attendant took the ticket and whispered, "Maybe it's a shareholder of Taiyuan Textile Factory."
A shareholder in a textile factory?
It's intriguing.
How could an authentic Chinese factory have Japanese shareholders?
Just think about it and you'll know what's going on.
But a good death!
"When did you die?" Xu San continued to ask.
"I really don't know about this. It's probably been a while. The box has been sealed off and the military police are already investigating."
Xu San didn’t tip this time because he didn’t have much money.
Pushing open the wooden door, I found that the dining car was already full of people. Even if Xu San wanted to set up a table, there was no room left.
When Xu San came in, a waiter came over to greet him: "Hello, sir."
Xu San nodded, "Is there any room left?"
"Sorry, there are no more seats available." The waiter replied politely.
If you don’t have a seat, then you don’t have a seat. I, Xu San, can find it myself.
Although there were many people in the dining car, one could tell from their clothes that these people were either rich or noble, and their faces were much cleaner.
He quickly locked onto a hygienic Hu wearing a suit!
It’s you!
Why are you looking for him?
Because many Japs like to grow mustaches, which is also one of the characteristics of Japs in many movies and TV dramas.
Xu San walked over and bowed slightly: "Good evening!"
Sanitation Beard put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at Xu San, "Who are you?"
"This is Conan Edogawa, an intern reporter from the Asahi Shimbun."
When Sangyi Hu heard that Xu San was a reporter, he immediately perked up and thought he was going to interview him. So he straightened his clothes and asked, "I wonder if Mr. Edogawa has anything to do with you?"
"While traveling, I happened to meet a compatriot and wanted to have a casual chat." Xu San said with a smile.
After hearing this, Healthy Hu also smiled, "You reporters are all like this, you like to ask around."
"Do you mind if I sit next to you?" Xu San asked.
Weng Hu looked around and found that there were no empty seats, and then expressed confusion.
"Don't you know that when dining and drinking in China, you can ask a waiter to fill a chair?"
"Is there such a thing?" Wei Hu asked in surprise.
"But I just don't know if I can get on this train?" After saying that, he waved to the waiter and whispered a few words in his ear.
The waiter was a little embarrassed, but turned around to find a chair for Xu San.
After a while, the chair was not found, but a stool was found. The height seemed to match the dining table very well.
Xu San thanked him, gave him a tip, and then sat down.
I took the menu from the waiter. It was very exquisite and was written in Chinese, English and Japanese.
Looking at the price again, it’s so expensive!
Although he was prepared, he didn't expect the price to rise so much.
There are also many dishes, but they are all mainly Chinese, and there are also dishes that require a lot of effort, such as Buddha Jumping over the Wall.
I stopped eating the food and ordered two beers.
"My dear, Miyagi Ryo, there is a trading company in Taiyuan." As he spoke, Miyagi Ryo took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over.
Xu San took it with both hands and took a look, Jiufeng Trading Co., Ltd., president, Miyagi Ryo.
Xu San put away the business card and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, my business card is still in my luggage."
"It doesn't matter!" Miyagi Ryo smiled and waved his hand.
The beer was brought by the waiter and placed on the table.
The transparent glass contains amber wine pulp, with about one-fifth of the foam hanging on it, which lingers for a long time. In addition, there is a small plate of ice.
What a luxury!
Seeing these things in this era, the first thing Xu San thought of was that two more skewers of mutton would be perfect.
