A copper pot, two pounds of mutton, half pound of soju... I won't sweat all over my body after eating it.

When it was past twelve o'clock and the restaurants started to serve guests one after another, Fang Buwei finished his meal.

He slowly left the restaurant and walked around the outside of the restaurant.

The place is not big, the building has only three floors, and the structure is very ordinary. Whether it is infiltrating or reconnaissance, it is not difficult for the other party to do it.

Now it depends on whether Kawashima will give you face and whether he will spend some time in his business.

Fang Buwei estimated that it might not be possible within one or two days.

In the past hour, Fang Buwei had not heard the shopkeeper mention a matter of treating guests from Kawashima.

Could it be that Jin Huaiyu heard it wrong?

Perhaps it is because Kawashima ordered not his own restaurant?

Fang Buwei is not sure.

This is also because Jin Huaiyu is not of high level and cannot access core secrets.

It is not possible to find Chuanjima through Jin Huaiyu or Hushan.

But Fang Buwei is not in a hurry.

If you have more time, you can take your time.

For Kawashima, Hushan is still very useful. If you don’t see each other for a day or ten days, it’s impossible to see each other for a month or two.

He also wanted to make Hu Shan feel his own value, as well as the importance that Kawashima, a descendant of the former Qing royal family and legendary Japanese Empire, valued him.

...

Less than two miles away, under the imperial city, a man with beautiful eyebrows and thin figure was leaning against a recliner under the wall basking in the sun.

If Fang Buwei is here, he will definitely recognize the man who is basking in the sun, which is Kawashima, who is dressed as a man.

There is no simpler person who can leave a name in history books.

I don’t know anything else, but Kawashima still knows how many famous and surnamed traitors died in Shanghai alone.

Compared with these people, no matter how she thinks, she feels that she may be more damn than these people. Maybe one day someone will come to her house.

So even though Peking was under the control of the Japanese, I had never heard of how powerful the Military Control Commission and the Anti-Japanese Anti-Japanese Organisation were, Kawashima still maintained his usual caution and caution.

People from Sijiucheng all know that Dongxinglou is the property of Boss Jin, and they also know that Boss Jin is Kawashima, who is called Shangtian No. 1 spy, but knowing where Kawashima lives, you can count it with a slap.

There are six or seven courtyards like this, and there are not even some secret strongholds and authentic ones...

Moreover, she never lives in a certain place, and will change her residence as long as three days or as many as one week.

So even his confidants always knew where she would appear today.

Not to mention people like Jin Huaiyu, who are strictly speaking, can no longer be considered a Kawashima person...

Kawashima closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, shaking the lounge chair one after another.

Next to her was a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, who was very beautiful.

The bridge of the nose is hanging high, the eye socket is a little dark, and the color of the eye kernel is a little blue. It looks like it is not a Chinese person.

Although she was wearing a cotton robe, she still couldn't cover her delicate figure.

The girl was fiddling with a cigarette gun and was filling it with a black ointment. After filling it, she put it on the kerosene next to it and baked it. When the smoke bubbles were emitted and the ointment was smelling, she handed it to Kawashima.

"Brother, that's OK!"

"Yeah!" Kawashima responded, opened his eyes, took the blaster, took a deep breath, and showed an intoxicated expression on his face.

After smoking a cigarette, Kawashima seemed to have some energy and asked the girl: "I really don't want to make a movie? I'll give it to Jin Huaiyu for so many good opportunities. Look, how glorious she is now?"

Is the scenery?

When the girl thought that Jin Huaiyu was injured at any time, she couldn't help but want to fight a cold war.

"No, it's great to be with my brother like this!" The girl shook her head firmly.

Cha Neng saw the girl’s thoughts, Kawashima shook his head gently and murmured: “Women, after all, rely on men…”

Seeing that the girl still didn't speak, Kawashima shook his head: "Forget it, I won't force you... If you want to go back to Japan or to Northeast China, just tell me, I'll make arrangements for you, you can stay..."

The girl was overjoyed: "Really? Can I teach?"

"It's up to you!" Kawashima waved his hand indifferently.

"Thank you brother!" The girl happily grabbed Kawashima's hand and shook it twice.

Looking at the girl who was holding her and acting cute, Kawashima sighed inwardly: What a pity.

If the girl doesn't want to? Now that she is popular in Shanghai and famous all over Japan, how can she be golden and jade?

Forget it, everyone has their own ambitions, so it won’t make things difficult for her, but it can be considered a mistake.

It was just because she was pity for her life experience and experience that she kept her by her side, but who would have thought that there would be a great day for Pao?

There was a thought in my mind that the gate of the Siheyuan was knocked twice. In the originally empty yard, two big men suddenly appeared, standing behind the door, one left and one right.

"It's me!" The person knocking on the door shouted again.

"It's Matsumoto!" A big man reported to Yoshiko Kawashima.

"Let him come in!" Our island sat up straight.

As soon as I heard the name Matsumoto, I knew they had something to talk about, so the girl came into the room very consciously.

After the door opened, short middle-aged men walked in. When they saw Kawashima, he bowed deeply.

"Your Excellency, the person has already arranged it!"

"Yes!" Kawashima nodded gently, "Try not to let them show up, especially Jin Huaiyu, you must be careful!"

"If we are watching, they will definitely not be able to get out of it themselves!" Matsumoto replied, and said hesitantly, "But if it is Manying or the consulate, what should we do if we want someone?"

"Nakamura won't be here for the time being. I've stabilized him. As for Manying's place..."

Kawashima pondered for a moment and said, "If they ask, they say that the person has left, but they have returned to Shanghai or Northeast China, then they don't know..."

Is this perfunctory, really OK?

Matsumoto was a little suspicious, but since he had told me that, he would definitely do it.

"I understand!" Matsumoto bowed again and left.

Listening to the sound of the door opening and then being closed, Kawashima sighed heavily.

The tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by a dog...

If it was a few years ago, why would she have to be so troublesome? Whoever she wanted to check or who she wanted to use, at most it would be a telegram or a phone call.

But now, she even hides her own people?

But what's the use of complaining so much?

I can only rely on myself to find ways to restore my past glory.

And this time, it was the best opportunity.

Thinking that it won't take long to get recognition, appreciation, and praise from the empire's senior officials again, Kawashima couldn't help but become excited.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, the girl knew that Matsumoto had left, and she left the room.

Seeing that Kawashima seemed to be thinking about something, the girl didn't dare to disturb her. She tried the water temperature of the stove next to her, picked up another cover bowl and made tea for Kawashima.

Hearing the sound of boiling water rushing into the teacup, Kawashima woke up from a dream and looked at the girl and asked, "How many days has it been today?"

"Three days!" the girl replied without thinking.

She must not forget such a big thing.

"It's been three days... Why haven't she replied to the telegram?"

Kawashima asked strangely.

"Maybe it was because the post office didn't deliver it, or maybe it was because she happened to be not at home..." The girl paused and smiled confidently, "But as long as she received the telegram and saw my name, she would definitely reply..."

"Of course!" Kawashima nodded, "After all, she has such a good relationship with your sisters..."

When the word "sister" was mentioned, the girl's expression became gloomy, as if she had thought of something unhappy.

"After so long, haven't you let it go?" Kawashima smiled and explained, "Although she is dead, she has become a hero of the empire. Even I want to envy her..."

Why envy?

Isn’t it just that you should live a good life, the best one?

The girl lowered her head and some strange thoughts came out of her heart.

...

New York, Manhattan, USA.

Fang Shiqi was carrying a book with paintings to teach his grandson.

When he looked closely, it turned out to be an illustrated version of "Compendium of Materia Medica". It seemed that Fang Buwei gave him some lonely book.
To be continued...