Ma Chunfeng had just heard the recording of Maeda's call with the person who was suspected of a Japanese spy.

He also thought that with just this sentence, Fang Buwei decided that the other party was a spy in a special room. Is it too arbitrary?

But how long has it been after that, similar code words actually spoken out from Song Ziwen's secretary?

Li Changfu and Yao Feng are also Japanese spies?

impossible!

Ma Chunfeng himself doesn't believe it.

This time I said it very short, only three or four sentences, and it has not been more than ten seconds.

What cherry blossoms are about to bloom, what is the snow on Mount Fuji...

Yao Feng didn't understand a single word.

He was about to say: Secretary Li wait, I'll remember it.

But before he could open his mouth, Li Changfu hung up the phone.

Yao Feng grabbed the microphone, looking confused.

It took him a long time to react and call the phone.

"Receive me the Nanjing telephone bureau..."

I called three or four times, but I couldn't get it connected.

What exactly does Li Changfu want to tell himself?

Will it be related to what just happened in Suzhou?

Could it be that these words should be conveyed to Duanna or Consultant Lin?

Well, that's probably true!

You need to find a suitable opportunity and don’t let anyone with big money notice it.

Yao Feng tried hard to recall what Li Changfu said. After he remembered it almost, he glanced at Fu Huizhong and walked to the door: "I'm going to find Nathan!"

"Please give me a favor!" Fu Hui said with a smile.

This time, he didn't follow him again.

Yao Feng entered Nathan's room and saw Nathan and Banquan sitting opposite each other, but neither of them looked very good.

"Do you have something to tell me about Duanna?" Nathan blinked to Yao Feng.

Yao Feng nodded with understanding: "There is indeed something very important..."

Nathan looked at Banquan proudly.

Banquan stood up expressionlessly and walked out of the ward.

"When will the people from the consulate arrive..." After Banquan left, Nathan's face was swept away with panic.

"Mr. Nathan, who is trying to harm you?" Yao Feng looked at the direction where Banquan left, "Translation?"

Nathan shook his head: "I can't tell you yet! I can only ask you to urge the consulate for me!"

"I came for this matter!" Yao Feng said, "Director Qian has set up a long-distance dedicated line for you, and you can call it with the phone in your room..."

"Really, it's great!" Nathan said in surprise, "Thank you Director Qian for me!"

Squirting American!

Knowing that I could call, I didn’t even give me a tip?

Yao Feng secretly whispered.

He was about to say goodbye, but he saw Nathan pull out his wallet from under the pillow and pull out a US dollar.

Well, it seems that I was wrongly blamed Nathan.

Yao Feng just received it, and Nathan said, "I'll find a way to hold the translator for me. I'm going to call... In addition, I'll bother you, get some food for me..."

Yao Feng was very puzzled: Nathan was obviously guarding against his own translation, so why didn’t he tell Qian Dajun, and even more so he didn’t dare to tell the US consulate, but he still wanted to let the translator stay by his side?

Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. Just run errands and earn some tips.

One hundred dollars is also a lot, and it can be worth my monthly salary.

Yao Feng asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Nathan thought about it and said, "It's easy to preserve, just the printed pastry, bring more!"

God knows when the damn embassy will send someone, he needs to prepare some rations.

Nathan said it vaguely, but Yao Feng knew what it was because Nathan praised it in front of Duanna more than once.

"Okay, I'll go now!"

When he went out, Yao Feng closed the door with a wink.

Nathan quickly grabbed the phone on the nightstand and dialed it out.

"When will it be...night? It's too late, I'll add another 2,000 US dollars..."

After receiving a satisfactory reply, Nathan hung up and called to Shanghai again.

"Have the money arrived...? How much..."

When Nathan heard the numbers reported by his close friend, he looked happy.

What Banquan just said was real, has the money really arrived?

This leg is really not broken!

Become rich!

...

After pulling the Xiandan for three or five minutes, it was estimated that Yao Feng would leave after Nathan finished calling.

Banquan walked in with a gloomy face.

"What did he ask you for?"

"He came to inform me that the people from the embassy would arrive soon..." Nathan said with a playful act of trying to get.

"Is that right?" Banquan looked disbelieving.

Nathan just shrugged.

"Get back to the point... Since you don't believe me, you can ask Duanna's assistant to call you to confirm whether the money has really reached your account!"

If you let others prove it, how can you prove it yourself?

That's a lot of money!

But now there is no need to worry anymore. Just wait until the embassy car arrives and you will be safe!

But Banquan cannot yet know that he has confirmed that the money has arrived.

Otherwise, he would force himself to find Qian Dajun to falsely accuse Mrs. Song.

As soon as the people from the embassy arrived, Banquan would have no way to do it himself.

Nathan deliberately pretended to be impatient and said, "I have to confirm myself... Who can guarantee that you will not bribe Duan's assistant to lie to me? I don't believe it, you don't see how greedy he is!"

A hint of anger appeared on Banquan's face and asked coldly: "How could you believe it?"

"I want to confirm it myself!"

After a long time, Banquan gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll find a way to take you to the telephone office in person and call Shanghai!"

Duan Na nodded with satisfaction.

Both of them remained silent. After a long time, Banquan asked, "It's noon, what do you want to eat?"

I'm afraid that you will be angry and will poison me to death.

Even if he thought about it this way, Nathan would not let Banquan notice it. He pretended to think: "I'm not in a good mood, just do whatever you want!"

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Banquan asked, "What about you, do you want to bask in the sun?"

Nathan does have this habit. Before lunch, he will bask in the sun and pray on the balcony.

"Okay!" Nathan nodded.

Banquan moved him to his wheelchair and pushed out the room.

After returning, Banquan looked at the phone on the bedside table, and a sneer appeared on his face.

The microphone has been moved, which means the phone has been connected.

He did not rush to leave. While Nathan was not paying attention, he squatted down, groped under the bed for a while, and then turned to the bathroom.

Nathan didn't see it, and even if he saw it, he wouldn't be suspicious. He would only think that Banquan was withdrawing money.

Banquan locked the bathroom door and gently moved the cover on the vent.

He reached in and took out a pair of wired headphones from it.

A recorder was connected to the other end of the headphones, just below Nathan's bedside.

The action that Banquan had just explored was pressing the replay key of the recorder.

:.:
Chapter completed!