Cheng Qianfan bought a first-class carriage, which is naturally the most comfortable.
The equipment is gorgeous, the seats are spacious, the ground floor is carpeted, the powder room, and the bathroom are all available.
When he was a boy, Cheng Qianfan read the fairy tale "Mimosa" and saw the article describing the comfort of first-class cars: "The chairs are covered with goose down. As soon as you sit down, the whole body is close to you and soft, holding you up."
The young man was very envious.
Cheng Wenzao and Su Zhifu promised on his tenth birthday that they would save money to take him to experience the first-class carriage.
Cheng Qianfan came out of the bathroom.
After knocking on the dressing room door, the staff member yawned and opened the door. He immediately smiled when he saw the young and handsome first-class passenger.
"Bring me a clean towel." Cheng Qianfan held his chin high and ordered.
"Okay, sir."
"The salt water is warm." Cheng Qianfan handed over one yuan of French currency, "Your tip."
The staff happily went to get boiling water and hot towels.
Cheng Qianfan stood at the door of the dressing room, his body blocking the view of the busy staff inside.
He lit a cigarette.
The bodyguard came over, lit a cigarette, and was about to speak.
Cheng Qianfan shook his head gently.
Campbell had four bodyguards, and Song Fuguo only secretly introduced the bodyguard nicknamed "Nagging" to Cheng Qianfan.
This person is the only one who roughly knows Cheng Qianfan's identity. The other three bodyguards are just bodyguards and have nothing to do with the Secret Service.
Nicknamed "Nagging", he is actually taciturn and very steady.
Cheng Qianfan took out a note from his pocket.
He unfolded it for Nagging to see.
"Don't speak, just nod or shake your head. Do you want to ask what happened during the day?"
Nagging nodded.
Cheng Qianfan put the note into his pocket and took out another note.
"It is true that there is a Japanese driver in the car."
Nagging's face changed, and he looked at Cheng Qianfan with a scrutinizing look.
"I can understand Japanese."
"Can you find a way to contact Hangzhou?" The note in Cheng Qianfan's hand kept changing.
Nagging shook his head.
"Remember, only the two of us know about this. Don't go to the carriage over there, don't have any contact with them, and don't go to see them."
Nagging frowned and shook his head.
"White hair grows long in the southern country. This is an order."
Seeing the words on this note, Nag Nao's expression changed and he nodded.
"Southern Kingdom with long white hair" is a secret code, which was told to Cheng Qianfan by Song Fuguo. When Cheng Qianfan showed this secret code, it was equivalent to gaining leadership power, and Nao must listen to him.
This was Song Fuguo's decision after careful consideration. Nao Nao's qualifications are longer than Cheng Qianfan's, and his abilities are also good. However, what he is good at is action rather than using his brain to plan.
Cheng Qianfan was cautious and smart, and although he had no big plans, he had small talents. This was Song Fuguo's assessment of Cheng Qianfan.
"From now on, we will pretend not to know each other, and Campbell will be left in your custody and told to keep his mouth shut."
"you can go now."
Nagging glanced at Cheng Qianfan coldly, nodded, turned and walked away.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Cheng Qianfan took a long puff of cigarette, and turned around when the smoke filled the air.
"Sir, you want the hot towel."
Cheng Qianfan nodded, took the hot towel and walked away.
He entered the bathroom again and locked the door.
Take out the notes in your pocket and turn on the faucet to rinse them.
After the paper was washed and rotten, he threw the paper into the pit, rinsed it with water, and discharged the train.
Returning to his bunk, Cheng Qianfan stretched himself, then closed the door of the soft sleeper and drew the curtain.
He gently placed the still hot towel on the side table.
After waiting for a while, Cheng Qianfan gently picked up the towel and saw a slightly blurred palm print on the side table.
Cheng Qianfan raised the corner of his mouth, as expected.
When he went out before, he deliberately placed his notebook in the corner of the bed. The easiest way to take out the notebook was to place it on the side table with one hand and pick it up with the other hand.
His preventive measures worked, but Cheng Qianfan was not too happy.
On the contrary, his expression returned to solemnity, and cold sweat even broke out on his back.
From this point of view, Kawada Nagakichi is still trying to figure out his bottom line, but he just doesn't know whether this suspicion is a programmed behavior out of caution, or whether he is indeed suspicious.
What he was afraid of was that fortunately he had always been cautious enough and decisively put out the idea of further contact with Kawada Nagakichi, otherwise...
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A night of silence.
The next morning, the train arrived at Hangzhou Railway Station.
The distinguished passengers in the first class carriage were in no hurry to get off the train.
Cheng Qianfan straightened his suit and tie, put on his top hat, carried his small Australian suitcase, and walked slowly towards the carriage door.
When I passed by Kawada Nagakichi's bunk, I saw that the bunk was empty.
Cheng Qianfan showed a disappointed but relieved expression.
Behind him, in the opposite direction, 'Nagging' and three other bodyguards 'protected' Campbell from the car door in the other direction.
As soon as Cheng Qianfan got off the train, he saw Kawada Nagakichi and his party on the platform.
Cheng Qianfan had previously speculated that there were four of them on the train, but now it seems that the guess is slightly different, there should be six of them.
And the conclusion from the rough observation is that except for the man with small round glasses who seems to have weak fighting ability, the other five people are all good in martial arts, especially Kawada Nagakichi, who gives Cheng Qianfan the feeling of being extremely dangerous.
There is a huge disparity in strength.
Cheng Qianfan showed a slightly surprised expression and nodded towards Kawada Nagakichi.
Kawada Yongji also nodded.
Just when Cheng Qianfan was carrying his suitcase and was about to leave.
He saw Kawada Nagakichi walking towards him, accompanied by two of his men.
Cheng Qianfan stopped walking, showed a surprised expression, and watched Kawada Nagakichi getting closer and closer.
His heart was far from as calm as his expression showed.
He didn't understand why Kawada Nagakichi, who had always reminded him not to 'disturb', came over.
Two members of Kawada Nagakichi's entourage suddenly kicked their right hands to their waists.
Cheng Qianfan noticed this action and looked to the left and right with some confusion, showing an uneasy expression.
At this time, two boys aged sixteen or seventeen ran past them chasing each other.
The two attendants took out their right hands that were stretched out from their waists, showing relaxed expressions.
Kawada Eikichi has been observing the facial expressions of his fellow countryman Kentaro Miyazaki.
Being able to notice something wrong immediately, the reaction is not too bad.
However, the doubtful eyes and uneasy expression showed that Miyazaki-kun was indeed, as he said, just a wandering poet who had not received the necessary military training.
Looking at Kawada Nagakichi walking in front of him, Cheng Qianfan suppressed his excitement and said with a smile, "Kawada-kun, what is this?"
"Miyazaki-kun, I really didn't expect to meet people from my hometown in China. I have to say goodbye today and I don't know when we will see you again." Kawada Nagakichi said with a smile, "I haven't heard any news from my hometown for a long time. Futatsu Temple is so nice.