In the evening, a burning cloud dyed most of the blue sky red, and also dyed the buildings and buildings in the small town red.
Zhu Zihui and Cao Fulai were each dressed in casual clothes. After breaking up on Yanzi Street, the former rushed to Xiangmanlou and the latter went straight to Xianghe Hotel.
Just after 6:30, Pan Gouzi, also dressed in casual clothes, appeared in front of the gate of Xiangmanlou Hotel.
Zhu Zihui had been waiting here for a long time and walked into the building with Pan Gouzi.
As soon as he saw Pan Gouzi arriving, the shopkeeper hurriedly came forward to greet him: "Translator Pan is here, please come upstairs."
Not long after taking a seat in the restaurant, Yanni walked into the room under the guidance of Cao Fulai.
Looking at Yanni now, she was dressed like an authentic village girl, wearing an indigo pear flower slant-fronted cloth jacket and indigo large-waisted trousers. Although she looked slightly fat, her breasts and buttocks were still plump and bulging.
There is a strong youthful atmosphere everywhere.
In Pan Gouzi's view, Yanni's simple and pure temperament conveys a natural beauty, which is even more charming and alluring than those deliberately modified beauties.
Unknowingly, a trace of saliva quietly flowed from the corner of Pan Gouzi's mouth.
After a glass of wine, Pan Gouzi deliberately gave up on Cao Fulai's promotion. It is easy to pull onions from thin mud. If it is not easy, it is like climbing to the sky. But let's see how his cousin performs.
Zhu Zihui nodded while reminding Yanni: "Sister Wang, Translator Pan is right, Fulai's fate depends entirely on you and Translator Pan. Please express your feelings to Translator Pan quickly."
Yanni said: "Everyone is already sitting here, it would be boring to talk more."
Even though Yanni's face was full of displeasure, Pan Gouzi was very happy.
After finishing the third glass of wine, Pan Gouzi suddenly extended an invitation to Yanni to spend the night at the Imperial Army's base camp.
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Yanni couldn't help but shudder.
Under Pan Gouzi's gaze, Yanni looked at Zhu Zihui in embarrassment.
Zhu Zihui smiled calmly: "Translator Pan doesn't know something. Sister Wang rents a house by herself and spends the night alone. There must be many people in the base camp, so it's better to stay quiet in a small courtyard."
Pan Gouzi continued: "There have been rampant activities on Tubal Road recently. Be cautious when going out during the day, not just at night. Since Sister Wang is so sincere, she might as well go to the base camp and spend the night there, and make other plans another day."
Zhu Zihui was speechless, but thanks to Yanni's own rescue: "Brother Pan, the first time we met, I accompanied you to spend the night in the Japanese camp, and maybe I just threw it to the Japanese. Who is going to pay for this?"
When Pan Gouzi heard this, his face was filled with anger. Just as he wriggled his lips, Zhu Zihui said hello and walked out of the restaurant with Pan Gouzi.
It was not long, Pan Gouzi and Zhu Zihui were in their respective places.
Zhu Zihui said: "Sister Wang, Translator Pan is reasonable and will not force you to go to the base camp. You must wait at home after breakfast tomorrow."
Worried that the assassination would cause trouble during the day, Yanni said: "Brother Zhu, it's not like you don't know that the little girl lives under someone else's roof and takes care of the shop during the day. How dare you relax at home."
Zhu Zihui left no room for doubt and continued: "Sister Wang, don't refuse. That's it."
It can be heard from Zhu Zihui's tone that the assassination of Pan Gouzi tomorrow morning is a foregone conclusion. Regardless of success or failure, he must face it unconditionally.
Thinking of this, Yanni glanced at Pan Gouzi coquettishly.