Chapter 9 9. Foreigners will also practice martial arts

The piece of cream in the middle of the French soup has melted, and the aroma is evaporating from the thermos, teasing Ding Shaomei's sense of smell, making him a little confused.Two streets away from the Bodley Library in Oxford, a French couple opened a small restaurant. The French soup there left a deep impression on him, so that he went to Paris to taste the same soup. The taste is actually a bit unpleasant.Today's taste is vaguely that of Oxford, but the salty taste is more prominent.It seems that once French cuisine leaves the country, it is also adapting to local tastes. Yunong is a lovely person, so thoughtful.He laughed to himself that something had changed, and he began to see this "Sister Yu" as a woman.

"Don't move, don't move, talk while eating." Lao Guan stopped Ding Shaomei who was about to get up, clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, bowed his upper body slightly, and stood four feet away from him, just like in Ding's house back then. . Ding Shaomei tore a piece of bread and soaked it in the soup, savoring the deliciousness, and didn't pay attention to Lao Guan. "Master, Mr. Giggs is here? What do you say?" "Nonsense, I will not accept his kindness, nor will I do anything for him." "Did he mention the words of doing things?"

"I'm also guessing, otherwise, why did he run here over and over again?" He divided the bread in the soup into small pieces and put it into his mouth with a spoon.Hunger makes delicious food!After drinking shabu-shabu water from the abalone restaurant for five days and pimple soup for two days due to illness, he finally discovered the truth. "Maybe, he wants to give the young master a job?" "Profession! It's really interesting." Not to mention finding a reason, but rather to give it a career, Ding Shaomei savored the taste of it.Laoguan is not what it used to be. "Sit down, this is your home."

"Thank you, young master." Lao Guan was dressed in a clean gray market cloth gown and pointed cloth shoes, and stood humbly in the restaurant. Those who didn't know would never regard him as the master.He didn't sit down, but still leaned forward and stood aside, his voice became more and more light, even though the voice was not pleasant, said: "The young master should have a job when he comes back from studying abroad. Mr. Giggs is a friend of the master. Thirty After several years of friendship, you can afford him to help you." "I haven't graduated yet." This was an excuse, and both of them understood.

"You are a great talent, learning more is just to relieve boredom." Lao Guan said.Being a spy is a career with serious risks. Doing this job is like joining a gang. There is no way out. Therefore, you must have great skills to work for a long time. "What career can he give me?" Ding Shaomei made a face full of disdain, and tore a piece of bread and soaked it in the soup.The soup is running out, and it is a bit cold, and the cream is cold and smelly. "Is he going to open a bank for me? Or let me set up a stock exchange?" He studied finance and securities at Oxford, and he was the top student in his grade. He was hired to work part-time in an investment bank in his second year. All kinds of means are omnipotent.The securities industry has only appeared in China for more than ten years. With his skills and enough money, manipulating the market is like a child's play.

"Well, I don't know." The child's interest was finally aroused.The old man was concerned about Zhong Yixi, so he greeted him, and walked backwards to the door. It turns out that Laoguan is full of people.Ding Shaomei also made a new discovery.It has been more than 20 years since the Republic of China, and only the real Manchus can't forget the etiquette of saying hello.How could you not have noticed in the past?Strange way. The person who kidnapped him must have been hiding in the room a long time ago, and there was no movement beforehand.Ding Shaomei's head was tightly covered by a black cloth bag, she listened carefully with her ears open, thinking in her mind.There are three of them in total, and they are not tall, belonging to the short and stout category.It's Japanese!

"Be gentle, don't panic." Liang Liang's handcuffs cuffed his hands in front of him. "If you haven't used this before, you might as well get a rope." Ding Shaomei's Japanese is the Hakodate dialect, which he learned from his roommate in Oxford. It sounds difficult for Japanese from other places. The man stopped with his hands, without saying a word, he led him out, as if he knew the way.The whole house was quiet, there was no sound of fighting or noise. "Where are you going?" This is the line that should be there.Ding Shaomei suspected that this was not a real kidnapping, the Japanese were quick-tempered and rude, at least he should have knocked him unconscious to be like their temper, not so refined.But he couldn't be sure for a moment.

"Where are you going? The Red Hat Yamen." The Chinese with an accent outside the customs is not young. Red Hat Yamen is a unique word in the local area. There is a red hoop on the cap of the Gendarmerie of the Japanese Resident Army. Ding Shaomei thought she saw a clue.The Red Hat Yamen is a ghost gate, and its power to scare adults is like an old monster that frightens children, but only the local people before the "July 7th Incident" used this word.These three Japanese boys have lived in the local area for at least five years, and they are not policemen, so they don't know how to use handcuffs.He thought he was a natural spy because of his meticulous mind, so it was no wonder his professor begged him to take part in espionage training.

The car turned left and right in circles for half an hour, and what awaited him was a heavy beating. "Tell us, what did Lao Ding leave behind? Where is it?" Even kicking the thick part of the thigh with the front of the shoe hurts.At first Ding Shaomei was a little scared, she hugged her head with her handcuffed hands, and rolled around on the ground, so that those who kicked him couldn’t find the right head, and the toe of their shoes would inevitably fall on his ribs, or On the head bone.By the time he figured this out, he would have been kicked twenty or thirty times. You should bow your upper body, curl your legs, expose the most fleshy place, and stop rolling, so as to avoid injury.If these people are really old Ziggs's people, sent to test him, then this old boy must not be running a shantang.Humming in his mouth, he thought to himself.

"Take it out, I'll let you go." This time I changed it to Japanese. "Things are where I live." His father's remains allowed Lao Guan to invite him into the ancestral hall of his family, enjoying the courtesy of burning incense in the morning and evening. "I've searched for it a long time ago, but there's nothing." Another narration in Japanese. "Did Lao Ding leave any documents, or some strange little things." He asked again, and kicked him on the back, which was extremely painful. Don't they ask about the note?Could it be that they are from Tokugawa Nobuo?Ding Shaomei's heart trembled, but he said, "Call Ziggs." This was also a scam.

The three stopped their feet and stepped aside to discuss. "It seems that he really doesn't have one." "If he doesn't, he doesn't exist, but he's useless." "If it's really useless, we can't let him go." "It's the most worry-free to kill him." "Kill him?" "Kill him." Around his neck was a rope with a heavy buckle, like the buckle of a noose.He struggled twice to loosen the rope, and clasped the loop in front of his Adam's apple with his fingers. If he was really suspended, he would be able to support him for a longer time. It is not an easy task to hoist a large living person, and the three people who do this work are obviously not familiar with it, so the chandelier above the head shakes like a wind chime, and the crystal ornaments jingle, making the sound very pleasant. They must have tied the rope to the iron hook of the chandelier, and they couldn't hang him there, so they must have frightened him.Ding Shaomei had the bottom line in her mind, and then she yelled: "Giggs, Alan Giggs, if you don't come out again, I'm going to scold you." "How did you guess it was me?" The black cloth bag was taken off, and old Giggs was standing in front of him. "Want to hear it?" Ding Shaomei shook her hands casually, and the handcuffs slipped to the ground, holding a hairpin between her fingers.His espionage professor told him to hide a hairpin in the sleeve and trouser hem of every garment. "I'm all ears." There were only the two of them left in the room, and the three Japanese were old men in their fifties. They bowed deeply to Ding Shaomei and backed out. In fact, the reason is very simple. There are several flaws in the whole kidnapping process, one of which is the car that brought him here. "The back seat of that car is very spacious. The seat is made of calfskin, which feels as smooth as silk, and has a nice smell of leather cleaner. If the passengers in the back want to talk to the driver, they have to use a microphone." "So what?" There was a rare smile in the eyes of the old Giggs, with a hint of self-appreciation. "If it's just these ones, it may be a large American sedan, Cadillac or something like that. But when I got out of the car, I knew it. This car was as high as a carriage, and it had a long pedal. A Rolls-Royce of the 1990s. The Japanese are too poor to afford such a fancy car." I have long seen that you are not a mortal thing, sure enough.Old Ziggs warned himself to be calm, not to be happy for a while, and was blinded, but the test of Ding Shaomei had to be taken slowly, time was running out, and he was waiting to be used. "Admiration, admiration." Old Giggs applauded, but put away the smile in his eyes. "Now that the matter is clear, shall we talk about it?"