There is no bathroom in the customs room - it will be used as an office in the future. However, there is a public bathroom with a shower on the first floor - public bathrooms are indispensable to keep civil servants clean in subtropical areas.
Zhong Xiaoying held a rattan clothes basket made by Lingao Woodware Factory, which contained a change of clothes, soap, etc., and led Credia down the stairs quietly. It was dark in the corridor, but there was moonlight outside the window.
It's bright enough for them to see the road clearly.
Zhong Xiaoying took her to two doors, opened one of them with flowers painted on it, and took out a pack of "Australian fire" - matches from her chest. She struck one and carefully lit the fire in the bathroom.
Gaslight.
The light of the gas lamp was very bright, and Credia looked at this "public bathroom" curiously. On one side of the wall was a row of wooden shelves with lattice, and in each wooden shelf was a rattan basket for clothes. On the other side was
Wooden bench.
"Come, take off your clothes here." Zhong Xiaoying said.
"Is this a suitable place?" Although Credia was tricked into the bathroom by Zhong Xiaoying, she still felt unsafe - she had taken several baths in Batavia, always in the bedroom of the Governor's Mansion in the castle.
I have never bathed in such an open place.
"It doesn't matter." Zhong Xiaoying knew that the front and rear doors of the customs building were locked at night, and there were soldiers and military dogs patrolling and standing guard. Although there were windows in the bathroom, they were opened very high and were covered with wooden shutters and iron screens.
net.
Although she was in front of her peers, taking off her dress still made Credia a little shy. She took off her bra and still wore a close-fitting petticoat. Fortunately, Zhong Xiaoying did not "be honest" and wore a nightgown.
"Come on," she whispered, "let's be gentle, everyone is asleep."
Credia's cheeks felt hot - she felt her heart beating fast and feeling extremely ambiguous. For a moment, she even doubted whether she should follow her to the bathroom.
The bathroom inside is not big. There are more than ten small cubicles with one side open along the wall. The walls and floor are covered with tiles, and there are drainage channels on the floor. There are also some long wooden benches for bathing along the wall. Every room here has
It has been in use since then, so there are still water stains on the ground.
"Come on, take off your clothes and rinse them first." Zhong Xiaoying handed her the small rattan basket in her hand, "This is a towel, and this is soap. It's added with lavender essence. It's a special gift for the elders.
There is also hair shampoo in this glass bottle, which is also scented with lavender. The shampoo makes your hair soft and clean." Zhong Xiaoying looked at her curly blond hair and said, "Your hair is so beautiful!"
"Your long black hair is also very beautiful." Credia said but hesitated to take off her clothes.
Zhong Xiaoying knew she was embarrassed, so she turned around and said, "I'll wait for you here. After you rinse off, come sit down and I'll wipe your back."
Crédia blushed, took off her petticoat like a thief, hurriedly hid in the cubicle, turned on the faucet, and quickly started washing.
She washed her several times in a row, then she bravely lay down on the wooden stool in front of Zhong Xiaoying, and Zhong Xiaoying scrubbed her up.
"I used a loofah, it's a bit painful."
"It doesn't matter, I can bear it." Credia said softly.
Zhong Xiaoying washed and wiped with a loofah, soaped and rinsed with water. Finally, she was able to scrub off all the dirt that had accumulated over the years from Credia's body. The whole body was rubbed red. Credia's body was
Under the alternate rubbing of the loofah and soap, it tightened and relaxed from time to time. Her face turned red, her eyes were closed tightly, and her teeth were clenched, letting her fiddle with it. However, from time to time, she couldn't help but say "Uh-huh, ah, ah, oah."
"The sound of.
It wasn't until another ladle of water washed over her body that she heard Zhong Xiaoying's slightly tired voice: "Okay, get up."
Credia quickly sat up, her blond hair was wetly spread on her chest, her cheeks were red, her big blue eyes were misty, as if covered with a layer of moisture. Her lips were as delicate as blood, and her bumpy body was white.
The color was so red that Zhong Xiaoying felt dumbfounded when she saw it, her throat felt numb, and she quickly looked away.
Zhong Xiaoying secretly felt that it was a pity. Although the white-haired woman had blue eyes, blond hair, and snow-white skin, she had a different charm compared to the Han-born women. But her skin felt rough to the touch, and there seemed to be many bumps on it. After washing away the sweat, stinky dirt all over her body,
, and there is a faint scent of fox--even lavender soap can't cover it up.
"Okay, let's go get dressed." Zhong Xiaoying pretended to be calm and helped her up. At this moment, the soap slipped in her hand and fell out. She quickly leaned down to pick it up. In a hurry, her foot slipped again, and she felt that her cheek was hit by a
The strong and elastic object squeezed tightly, and I couldn't help but blush.
He hurriedly stood up, but saw that Cretia also had a face full of embarrassment, and walked into the dressing room without saying a word.
Cretia changed into clothes with the help of Zhong Xiaoying. These were specially chosen by Zhong Xiaoying, and they were all new clothes bought for her by Dr. Zhong. The two of them were about the same height, short, fat and thin, but Cretia had the same figure.
It's plumper than Zhong Xiaoying, but a little tight.
There are some clothes that Credia has never seen before - she has never worn a bra. While helping her put it on, Zhong Xiaoying taught her how to do it: first let her lean forward,
The cup was inserted into the cup, then buckled for her, and the shoulder straps were adjusted. During the process, it touched some delicate and sensitive skin, and Cretia couldn't help but gasp a few times.
The next morning, Dr. Zhong got up early, but found that his daughter, who always got up earlier than him, was still sleeping. He washed himself and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He met Westley in the corridor.
"Morning, Westley."
"Good morning, Dr. Zhong." Westley said, "Ms. Zhong has gone to the kitchen?"
"She is still resting. Maybe she has been too hard these days," Zhong Lizhi said.
"Oh, Cretia is sleeping too." Westri said, "Let's go to the construction site after breakfast."
At this time, there was a small prefabricated wooden building less than 300 meters away from the customs. There were sentries standing guard at the door of the small building, but no signs were hung. The shutters were always closed on the glass windows of this small building.
Every night there is always a light in the crack of the window.
This is the Kaohsiung office of the General Political Security Bureau and the Kaohsiung office of the Foreign Intelligence Service. Each of the two agencies occupies half of the small building, and the stairs are in the middle.
At 7 o'clock in the morning, the port time whistle sounded, and the staff in the office building were working intensively - the work of these two departments was partly day and night. The engine operation was running, and Zheng Zhilong's movements in the Taiwan Strait also needed to be monitored at all times.
Monitor the situation. A large amount of intelligence and materials are pouring in, making everyone extremely busy.
Permission to come out of the office - he came from Kaohsiung D as a full-time naval intelligence officer of the Foreign Intelligence Service
I have been stationed here since then. The largest and most dangerous enemies at sea: Holland and Zheng Zhilong are both active in the Taiwan Strait, and the Navy urgently needs to collect information on their activities. It is with this mission that Xu came to Kaohsiung.
He has been working all night to read intelligence sent from all over the Fujian coast in order to provide weekly intelligence judgments to the Senate, the Military Command, the First and Second Fleets. This is a matter of great responsibility. Permission is not allowed
Without having to work hard enough, intelligence agents from the Intelligence Bureau were scattered around Zheng Zhilong's main areas of activity, collecting information about the flow of trade goods, recruiting troops and shipbuilding. Reporting on the movements of ships in the port
i changes dynamically.
Judging from the current situation, Zheng Zhilong did not make any changes. When he was thinking about how to write the report, a guard in the corridor stopped him: "Chief, there is a sailor at the door who wants to see you. He said he was from the First Fleet.
He's from the headquarters with a message for you. This is his order certificate."
"No need, I'll go to the foyer." Xu Xu wanted to breathe in the fresh air and let the smoke in his office disperse.
In the foyer, a second-class marine was waiting. When he saw an unknown commander approaching, he immediately stood at attention and saluted.
The guard introduced: "This is Chief Licensing."
"Private, what do you want from me?" Xu Xu asked.
The messenger conveyed the written order of Mingqiu, the Navy Civilian Commissioner: for permission to go to the First Fleet Headquarters immediately.
"You go back and report, I'll be here right away." Xu Xu sent the messenger away, secretly wondering. If there is anything that you can just call tomorrow autumn, why do you need to send a messenger to deliver a message?
Doubts remain doubts. Although he currently works in the Foreign Intelligence Service, his staff is still in the Navy. Mingqiu is an out-and-out department chief.
He hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash up. When he returned to the office and was about to put on a cool cotton and linen blended shirt, he suddenly remembered that he was going to meet the leader of the Navy. He opened the closet again and took out the tropical navy captain's uniform. Since then.
After joining the Foreign Intelligence Service, he didn't wear a military uniform for a long time.
The First Fleet Headquarters is located in an ordinary barracks at the Cijin base. A naturalized Navy female sergeant wearing a clerical service symbol was already waiting for him at the door: "Captain, I will take you up, please follow me."
."
In order to cultivate a spirit of unity, within the army, both veterans and naturalized civilians address each other by rank or position in formal occasions. Here, the difference between the chief and the naturalized civilians does not exist.
Arriving in front of the committee member's office, the sergeant major said: "Captain, you can go in directly. Comrade the committee member is waiting for you."
"Thank you." Liang replied politely.
Facing the door, Xu Li adjusted his clothes and then knocked on the door.
"Come in." The master of the office said.
"Reporting to the committee member, with permission from the navy captain, I have been ordered to come and report."
Mingqiu sat on the chair and looked up. He was wearing a tropical navy uniform with nothing on it except the service symbols and military ranks, which made him look clean and neat.