Yao Feng entered the restaurant, ordered two osmanthus cakes, and settled the bill in advance, and then sat at the door and waited.

The man deliberately controlled his speed. When he saw the guy coming out with two packets of osmanthus cakes through the half-block curtain, he quickly pulled the last bite of rice into his mouth, picked up the same package of osmanthus cakes, and stood up to meet the guy.

"Ouch!" The two people 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 patted the dirt on his body, picked up the paper bag from the ground, and glared at the guy: "Can't you slow down... check out!"

The guest did not get scolded, and the guest did not make things difficult for him. The guy breathed a sigh of relief. He 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, I'm working hard!" Yao Feng said politely.

The two spies who had been staring at Yao Feng suddenly reacted: Will the person who bumped into the buddy just now have already dropped the osmanthus cake that Yao Feng wanted?

The spy didn't dare to get too close, and didn't hear what Yao Feng said to his friend. How could he think of what the guy raised from the kitchen? It happened to be what Yao Feng wanted?

When a spy chases out, where is the shadow of a man?

"What should I do?" a spy asked his companion.

"You stare at me, I'll report to the webmaster!" replied the companion.

Yao Feng was still halfway, and Ma Chunfeng knew the news.

Sure enough, was it going to pass on information?

A bunch of idiots!

Ma Chunfeng cursed hatefully.

Fu Huizhong felt that he was wronged.

Consultant Lin, Yao Feng, and even Duan Na have never contacted each other. How did you notify the connector? Which hotel is the connector?

After Yao Feng entered the door, he had not even had an extra look, except for saying a few words to his client. How could the team members who were following him expect that his accomplices even arrived earlier than him, and knew better what he would buy...

The guy was also brought back by secretly and quickly reviewed it, but he didn't know anything at all.

Ma Chunfeng could think of this during the Fu Meeting, so he could naturally think of it.

He suspected that the call from Song Ziwen's secretary might be arranging a connection.

"Do you want to cut off the things?" Fu Huizhong asked cautiously.

"It's like a bucket!" Ma Chunfeng slapped the table, "How long has it been since the stuffing has been transferred yet? What's the use of cutting it off?"

No wonder Fang Buwei is unwilling to use the people who are unwilling to use Suzhou Station. You can tell by looking at the meeting. It’s so stupid that it’s hopeless!

Fu Hui was speechless.

Is there any information about the pastry that was transferred. After so long, Yao Feng didn’t know that after reading it, he would destroy the evidence?

It's too late.

"I don't care what method you use, I must find out what information Yao Feng brought back!" Ma Chunfeng said coldly.

"I understand!"

Fu Huizhong ran out like a runaway.

More than ten minutes later, Fu Huizhong sent someone to the ceiling of Duanna ward and waited for Yao Feng to come back.

...

Yao Feng returned to the hospital with the pastry and went to Nathan's ward first.

He was surprised to find that Nathan seemed to have encountered something good, and his face was full of joy.

Thinking of Consultant Lin’s warning, Yao Feng suppressed his curiosity and handed over the pastry.

"Thank you!" Nathan took it and handed over another hundred dollars.

It seems that something is really happening!

Yao Feng guessed secretly, thanked him, poured Nathan a glass of water, and then left with US dollars in his arms.

Nathan felt that his appetite was wide open, and it was fine to finish a pack at one time.

He opened the paper bag, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, and put it in his mouth.

Well, why does the taste make it a little weird?

It seems like there are peppers in it?

Damn the yellow-skinned monkey, where did you buy the cheap goods?

Nathan thought Yao Feng was greedy for cheapness and bought it casually on the street, not his favorite food.

Forget it, I won’t bother with you because I’ve made a fortune!

Apart from a little spicy, the taste is pretty good!

Nathan started eating happily.

...

Banquan walked away a little, went to the restaurant that time, and brought back a squirrel fish to Nathan.

After he came back, Nathan had already eaten half a pack of osmanthus cake.

He hid all the rest.

Seeing the fine scraps on the bed, Banquan sneered secretly.

"I've brought the rice back!" Banquan raised the fish and rice in his hand.

"I'm a little sleepy and don't want to eat anymore. You can handle it yourself!" Nathan shook his head.

He didn't tell lies, but he felt a little sleepy.

"Then you have a rest!" Banquan put the fish on the coffee table next to him and waved to the nursing staff next to him: "Put down the bed, Mr. Nathan is going to rest!"

The nurse walked over quickly, lowered the bed, and took off the pillow behind Nathan.

"So sleepy!" Nathan muttered, tilted his head and fell asleep.

"What's wrong with him?" Banquan asked in surprise, "Isn't it Eme?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm tired!" the male nurse replied.

He also accepted Nathan's bribe, so naturally he would not tell Banquan that Nathan had just stolen the pastry brought back by Yao Feng.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when he wakes up!"

Banquan muttered, looked at the big fish on the table, and said enthusiastically: "I can't finish it alone, let's eat it together!"

"How embarrassed?"

The nurse refused, but was swallowing in secret.

Suzhou mandarin fish is the best in the world. How can I buy my own salary?

"Why are you polite? Come on!" Banquan forced to invite him.

The nurse sat down happily.

I ate a meal for almost half an hour, and after eating, I consciously cleaned up the mess.

"I want to take a break. If it's okay, you can take a break!" Banquan said to the nurse.

The nurse responded happily.

Nathan has been in a state of a relatively stable condition. He didn't have any special condition and the doctor didn't come much, so he only had nursing care in the ward around the clock.

If you have time to openly be lazy, you will naturally be happy to take care of yourself.

After seeing off the nursing care, Banquan locked the doors and windows, returned to the hospital bed, and patted Nathan's face twice.

Nathan slept like a dead pig, and couldn't wake up even if he was photographed.

Just don't wake up!

Banquan grinned, squatted down, and took out the tape recorder under the bed.

He put a small steel wire tape in, listened first, and confirmed that there was no problem, then grabbed the microphone and dialed it to the US Consulate.
Chapter completed!