"Help me hold the translator...get something to eat for me..."

"I'll add another two thousand dollars. When will it arrive... in two hours... OK!"

"The money is paid? It's great... Wait for me, I can arrive in Shanghai in at most two days, and then we will go back to Australia..."

Banquan was shocked and angry.

It turns out that Nathan has never intended to fulfill his promise?

Although the plan has been changed long ago and Nathan does not need to finish it again, Banquan still cannot curb the anger in his heart.

Damn Americans, go to hell with money!

The phone was connected and the long distance was connected, so he couldn't trick Nathan out of the hospital.

The plan to silence must be changed.

Banquan tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart and calculated it again.

Have it!

Nathan was afraid that he would poison him, so he actually asked the assistant to get him some food?

Hahaha……

What a big surprise.

Mr. Nathan, you are so cooperative!

Banquan hid his headphones, returned to the room, turned off the recorder, and left the ward calmly.

...

Ma Chunfeng listened to the recording several times, and also listened to the recording of Maeda and the mysterious character's call many times, comparing it repeatedly.

There are many repetitive words in it.

Mount Fuji, cherry blossoms are about to bloom, heavy snow...

These two phone calls may be the same thing.

But why did Song Ziwen's secretary and Duanna's assistant have another relationship with Maeda?

What are they talking about?

If we infer from Fang Buwei's idea, wouldn't it mean that Li Changfu and Yao Feng are also Japanese spies?

Absolutely impossible!

Japanese spies are not that stupid.

It is impossible to imagine that the phone might have been eavesdropped.

Ma Chunfeng took off his headphones in a hurry.

He really wanted to order Yao Feng to be arrested and interrogated immediately.

But what if it is a Japanese spy, wouldn’t it be a warning to the enemy?

"What is he doing now?" Ma Chunfeng asked in a deep voice.

"I'm talking about something with Duanna and Consultant Lin!" Fu Huizhong said.

Is this the thing they said?

...

"Sakura, Mount Fuji... what kind of messy things?" Consultant Lin asked in confusion.

Duan Na also spread his hands and signaled that he didn't understand.

"Can it be a code word?" Yao Feng said cleverly.

Consultant Lin just snorted coldly and did not answer.

Minister Song just asked Lin Er to send news, saying that he and Duan Na should be at ease and not ask anything or say anything.

What's the need to let the secretary pass on the code again?

Thinking of this, Consultant Lin secretly praised Fang Buwei again.

Fang Buwei was indeed very powerful. As soon as he and Duan Na were under house arrest, he received news.

Yao Feng understood the meaning of Consultant Lin’s cold snorting: It could not be a code word.

"So do you want to call and ask?" Yao Feng said again.

Consultant Lin looked out the door, lowered his voice and said, "What do you think Qian Dajun is so kind, why do you want to re-elect the phone line?"

Yao Feng was shocked: Did the phone be eavesdropped?

"Don't say anything, don't ask anything, what should you do normally, what should you do now!" Consultant Lin warned again.

Yao Feng nodded subconsciously and asked carefully: "Nathan asked me to help him get some food..."

"Just go!" Consultant Lin replied impatiently.

According to Fang Buwei, this American was not kind-hearted. It was definitely the Japanese who came to him to cause trouble for Duanna and the Song family.

But Qian Dajun can't know it yet. He already knew the truth, so Yao Feng still has to go.

"I understand!" Yao Feng replied.

...

What are these three plotting?

Ma Chunfeng couldn't sit still anymore.

Will it be related to the phone call from Song Ziwen's secretary?

It was not ordinary chaos, and Ma Chunfeng had no idea what to do.

"Director, Yao Feng is going out!" Fu Huizhong came to report again.

I just finished the plot and rushed out. What are you doing?

Deliver information?

"Send two clever brothers to follow closely!"

Fu Huizhong nodded.

Just as Fu Huizhong left, Yan Xin came to report again.

"Director, the American translator just called on the street, and there was a public phone opposite, and he spoke English. The boss of the phone booth didn't understand a word..."

Ma Chunfeng had a headache.

According to Fang Buwei's previous inference, the translated call may have been called to the mysterious person who was on the phone with Maeda.

Both of them use public telephones, but the specific one on which street they use must be agreed upon.

Ma Chunfeng had no way to monitor or find out who the other party was.

When someone was sent over, the person would have run away long ago.

"Where is Nathan?" Ma Chunfeng asked again.

"I'm still basking in the sun!" Yan Xin replied.

Ma Chunfeng gritted his teeth.

The 100,000 US dollars mentioned in the phone call to Shanghai was probably the reward given by Maeda after he colluded with people like Maeda and framed the Song family and Duanna.

It seems that Fang Buwei guessed nothing.

Nathan was definitely afraid that the other party would kill the donkey, so he was anxious to contact the US Embassy, ​​and was afraid that the Song family would settle the score with him, so he couldn't even believe the money.

Even though he knew these people were causing trouble, Ma Chunfeng had no choice.

Now is not the time to close the Internet, and no one can be caught.

"Look at me too!" Ma Chunfeng said in a deep voice.

If you are better than nothing, you can only hope that you will not bring good news here.

...

There is no need to send someone to follow him. When Nathan talks about printed pastries, Banquan knew where Yao Feng would go.

A few minutes before Yao Feng entered the door, a man in his early thirties ordered a stir-fry and rice, and then told the friend, and made him a few osmanthus cakes.

This is what Nathan wants.

The pastries are ready-made and you just need to wrap them in paper.

When Yao Feng entered the hotel, the man was sitting at the kitchen door eating rice, with a few packets of osmanthus cakes placed on his hand.

He deliberately controlled his speed. When he saw the guy coming out with two paper bags through the half-blade, he quickly pulled the last bite of rice into his mouth, picked up the osmanthus cake, and stood up to meet the guy.

"Ouch!" The two collided through the door curtain, and the osmanthus cake in their hands fell to the ground at the same time.

"I'm really sorry for my guest!" The guy hurriedly helped the man up.

The man spit out the rice in his mouth, picked up a paper bag from the ground, and stared at the letter to the guy: "Checkout!"

The guy breathed a sigh of relief, quickly picked up the other paper bags, took the change from the man, and kept apologizing.

The man waved his hand generously and left the restaurant with a paper bag.

The guy ran to the counter first, settled the bill for the man, and then came to Yao Feng with the osmanthus cake: "Boss, what you want is ready!"

"Okay!" Yao Feng settled the bill readily.

The two spies who had been staring at Yao Feng only reacted: Did the man who bumped into the guy just now have already dropped the osmanthus cake that Yao Feng wanted?
Chapter completed!