The car stopped in front of the Lanwan Teahouse. Just as Lei Yuan was about to open the door and get out, a Chevrolet sedan suddenly drove in quickly, and it was inserted into the left side of his cab. Then a thin man in a black top hat jumped out of the cab, looked at the sign hanging on the second floor of the Lanwan Teahouse, and walked into the store calmly.

The other party's car was too close to the car door and could not be fully opened normally, but he could barely get off. Lei Yuan, after getting off the car, was habitually looking around.

This is one of the most prosperous places in Nanjing City. To the east of the teahouse is Gulou Plaza, which connects the two main roads of Beijing Road and Zhongshan Road. To the northeast of the square is a very high government agency building. On the west side of the Lanwan Teahouse, the Japanese Consulate in Nanjing is next to the Japanese Consulate in Nanjing. On both sides of this street are all kinds of shops. Although the war is imminent, it is still prosperous here. All the shops are open as usual, and they do not miss the opportunity to dig the last pot of gold.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that there was no movement behind her, Lei Yuan turned around and found that You Qingman was still sitting in the passenger seat with his mouth pouting, looking angry.

"Lei Yuan, you are too unkind and you won't open the door for me!"

Lei Yuan smiled bitterly, and bypassed the rear of the car to help You Qingman open the door.

"Remember what you said?"

When You Qingman said this, he did not look at Lei Yuan, but stared at the opposite side of the street.

Following her gaze, Lei Yuan found that her gaze was stopped in an accessories store called "Lighting Cup", and immediately understood what was going on.

"Let's go, take you around and choose whatever you like, but you can only choose one!"

"Look at you being stingy!" You Qingman suddenly became happy, took Lei Yuan's hand and rushed across the street, plunging into the "Lighting Cup" store.

Lei Yuan came to a glasses shop next to him.

After picking up a pair of large-framed sunglasses, after paying the money, Lei Yuan returned to the jewelry store again. He did not walk in, but stood at the door and lit a cigarette.

The host is not very old, but he is not addicted to smoking.

It was not until a cigarette was finished that You Qingman walked out with a light purple silk scarf and wrapped it around her neck. He asked Lei Yuan excitedly: "Brother Yuan, is it good to wear this scarf?"

Lei Yuan shook his head.

You Qingman was very disappointed and wanted to go back to the store to choose another one. Lei Yuan hurriedly said, "You have no brains, right? There is no one wearing a military scarf? Take off your military uniform. I bet that no matter what clothes you wear, it looks very good."

"Really?" You Qingman's eyes shined.

"The conscience of heaven and earth...Boss, how much money?"

"Thirty fiat currency!"

"Fuck, it's too unintentional!"

"June, what kind of world is there now? Besides, this is made of silk, it is a perfect imported product. This price is 100% conscientious!"

Lei Yuan pulled You Qingman, who was humming a small song, quickly crossed the road and walked into the Blue Bay Teahouse.

Pushing open the glass door, a warm breath came to his face. Lei Yuan glanced at the hall and didn't notice the shadow of his elder brother, Brigade Commander Zhu, so he took You Qingman to sit down in a four-person booth by the window.

It was almost noon, and there were many diners in the hall, and many booths were filled with people. There were only two tables in the hall, and one of them was a thin man who had just entered.

The thin man sat alone in his front row, with a table separated by a middle.

But he didn't wear a top hat.

Lei Yuan wandered around and found two coats and hats on the left and right entrances of the gate, which were hung with various coats and hats.

Another man who was sitting alone was sitting on Lei Yuan's right side, near the bar counter, with a pot of tea on the table, drinking himself.

As his eyes flashed, Lei Yuan suddenly found two young men wearing baseball caps sitting behind the man.

If those two people were not interested or unintentionally, and occasionally glanced at the man in front of them, Lei Yuan would have ignored this place.

Although the two young men in baseball caps were chatting and laughing, Lei Yuan quickly discovered from their micro-expressions that they were actually very absent-minded.

Are they tracking and surveillance the man in front of him?

Although she thought about this clearly, Lei Yuan didn't care. There would be spies before the war, and undercurrents were often accompanied by undercurrents.

If so, the two men in the baseball cap must be agents representing their own interests?

Could it be someone from the Blue Clothes Society Secret Service?

Will the other party be a Japanese spy?

Lei Yuan didn't want to think too much, so he raised his hand to summon the waiter.

A woman of twenty-seven or eight years old approached and asked with a smile: "What do you need?"

"First a pot of rain flowers, two cups, and some melon seeds, peanuts and pastries."

"Okay sir."

The waitress just walked back when a phone on the bar rang.

She grabbed the phone and started answering, then patrolled the hall, and finally set her eyes on Lei Yuan and the others, nodding while responding.

Putting down the phone, the waitress walked straight towards Lei Yuan.

"It must be my elder brother's phone number."

Sure enough, the waiter said, "Sir, are you Captain Lei Yuan?"

"Yes."

"A brigade commander named Zhu just called and said that he would attend a military meeting temporarily and would not arrive one hour later."

As soon as the waiter left, Lei Yuan immediately remembered something and couldn't wait to stand up and said to You Qingman: "Qingman, sit for a moment, I'll go back."

You Qingman wanted to say something, but Lei Yuan had left his seat and walked towards the gate.

As soon as the car started, Lei Yuan immediately drove along Zhongshan Road, Fengchi Dianzhi towards Xinjiekou.

After only one hour of squeeze out, Lei Yuan felt that he could do something.

He will be included in the teaching team from tomorrow afternoon, and there is not much time left for him.

He had thought about it carefully that a massacre that was about to happen in Nanjing City in more than ten days and even shocked the world, and he was really unable to change it. His only way was to control the consequences as much as possible by his own efforts.

He needed to print some posters, find someone to post them everywhere in Nanjing, and advise kind citizens to do everything possible to escape from this city that is about to storm.

He had to awaken the people through a small poster and must not have any fantasies about the Japanese.

Ten minutes later, the car arrived in front of a building on the northwest side of Xinjiekou.

This is the office building of the Central Daily News, the official newspaper of the National Government.

Lei Yuan put on his military uniform, put on his sunglasses, and walked into the building.

The huge building looked extremely messy, with all kinds of paper scattered on the ground. I searched everywhere and couldn't see a figure.

Lei Yuan coughed and raised his voice and said, "Is anyone?"

With a series of kicking and stomping footsteps, a woman in her fifties in her glasses walked out of the corridor. She looked at Lei Yuan up and down, frowned and asked, "Sir, is there anything wrong?"

"I came on behalf of the Nanjing Municipal Government and wanted to print five or six hundred posters..."
Chapter completed!