"There is no reason... it's just a premonition. I feel that one day he might look for you..."

Fang Buwei shook his head, "Maybe it was because I had a wrong premonition, he might not see you..."

Things about Wang Jingwei will definitely not be a trivial matter, not to mention that he is targeting himself, so how dare he be careless?

Fang Buwei's attitude made Hu Yueming feel upset and angry.

No one can speak like this, it's too irresponsible.

"Did you hide something from the organization?" Hu Yueming asked anxiously.

Fang Buwei sighed.

He knew Hu Yueming would ask this.

This is also the reason why he is unwilling to go back.

Because there is no explanation.

"Whatever you think!" Fang Buwei said casually, "I'm leaving!"

"Wait..." Hu Yueming exclaimed, "Don't you go back?"

"What are you going back to do? How much can't you help?" Fang Buwei smiled, "I have sent a telegram to Comrade Zetian... Don't worry, I know how to do it..."

"Ma Chunfeng has already begun to doubt you. Do you still want to go back to Chongqing?" Hu Yueming said anxiously, "Isn't this a trap?"

"The same thing, don't worry!" Fang Buwei replied, "Even if I really go back, Ma Chunfeng will not do anything to me. I can guarantee that I will not do anything to hurt my own people..."

As he said that, Fang Buwei pointed to the paper bag on the table again: "Don't this show my attitude?"

Hu Yueming suddenly froze.

Was you anxious and said the wrong thing?

He was about to explain, but he saw Fang Buwei stand up and walked towards the window.

"Let's go, take care of yourself..." Fang Buwei waved his hand at Hu Yueming with a smile, then pressed one hand and turned out the window.

When Hu Yueming chases to the window, where is Fang Buwei's shadow?

The organization asked him what he asked, but he didn't ask a word. Just listening to Fang Wei was talking nonsense there.

Hu Yueming was so angry that he jumped straight, but there was no way.

However, since Fang Buwei said that he had sent Li Zetian the telegram, he must have sent it. Hu Yueming still believed this.

He just couldn't figure it out, and Fang Buwei reminded himself like a neurotic to not see Wang Jingwei. What does it mean?

Still have a premonition?

What's nonsense?

...

Fang Buwei was still under some pressure when meeting someone like Hu Yueming.

Because without exception, when they meet, they will definitely ask some questions that they cannot explain.

For example, those traitors like Yuan Shu would ask themselves how to kill themselves, how they sent telegrams anytime and anywhere, whether there were a group of very powerful and professional subordinates under their command...and wait and see!

Such people often show more than themselves, but also superiors or higher levels.

Fang Buwei could not tell some facts half-jokingly, half-true and half-false like he did when he talked with Yuan Shu.

If you really dare to say that, you will either be considered to be inappropriate or you will be regarded as true...

No matter which one it is, it is not what Fang Buwei hopes for, so just don’t give these people a chance to speak...

Fang Buwei shook his head helplessly. There is no way, politics is so complicated. He has lived for two lifetimes and has never understood this thing...

Forget it, do something you are better at.

...

Three days later, Fang Bucai was able to make a name for himself.

Fearing that he was exposed, he did not dare to take a plane, but took a boat first, went down the river, and then took a train.

Just a few days before the beginning of spring, the coldest season in the north is in the coldest season. If you breathe, a layer of frost will fall on your collar in an instant.

Just after snow, the sun shone on it, reflecting dazzling silver light, and the thorny eyes were sore.

Li Zhaoye tightened his coat, pinched his collar, and entered a restaurant.

A plaque hung on the door on the second floor, with a black background: Dongxinglou.

This is the open stronghold of Yoshiko Kawashima in Peking. As long as she returns to Peking, Kawashima will come here to invite some traitors, socialites, and senior Japanese confidential personnel.

It was only ten o'clock now. The restaurant just opened and it was not until the customer was on the way. The shopkeeper was settled on the counter, and the waiter was cleaning the table and sweeping the floor.

"Oh, you're so early..." As soon as you saw a guest coming to the door, the shopkeeper instinctively greeted him, "Look at what do you want to eat?"

"Come on the copper pot, add more oil and more spicy, and two pounds of mutton and half a pound of Fenjiu..."

Fang Buwei rubbed his hands and replied, and went to the stove in the center of the hall to follow him.

The guy was very eye-catching and quickly sent a chair under Fang Buwei's butt.

"Okay, please warm the wine first and drink a little hot tea..." The shopkeeper greeted him and explained to the client, "I'm notifying the back soon, and greet him..."

Fang Buwei nodded casually, glanced around again, and looked at the environment in the restaurant.

He has come to the spot.

Tomorrow night, Kawashima may treat him here.
Chapter completed!