Chapter 48 48, you are my heart

The deposit clerk of Yokohama Specie Bank asked Yunong to sign for the formalities, and then opened the canvas pocket containing the money and asked her to count. "Let's put it there." She waved her hand, more than a hundred thousand yuan was spent, but there was no real news. Three years of intrigue in the intelligence market has given her quite some savings.If things go well, she won't be broke.As long as Ding Shaomei can be rescued, if her money is not enough, there is still a large amount of money in the account of Washington Investment Company that can be used. Bestushev came in quietly, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, and said, "Miss Guan, someone below wants to see you."

"Let him come up." "If they don't come up, you'd better go down." Downstairs was indeed an astonishing scene. There were twenty or thirty people gathered in the restaurant, with various races and nationalities.A retired British navy captain was their leader. He touched his heels, gave a military salute, and said, "Miss Guan, please inspect the rescue commando." Yunong only felt that his eyes were dark, which is a normal reaction to overwork. The former navy captain said: "We got definite information about Mr. Ding's whereabouts. These people consciously organized themselves and decided to go to the rescue."

She understands this.Under normal circumstances, it would not even cost 100,000 yuan to organize such a small-scale mercenary army.It's just that this matter is more difficult now, and there is a reward offered by myself, so the cost is naturally indispensable. "Where is he now?" She knew that there would be no answer to this question, how could a juggler turn over the box for you to see? "Is the person already in your hands?" She was lucky, and only hoped that she would meet a group of gentlemen who were greedy for money but capable. "You will be able to see him tomorrow morning." The former navy captain was confident.

She sent Bestushev upstairs and took 200,000 yuan from the bag.At this time, bargaining is a fool. Even if she is blackmailed, she is willing, as long as she can save someone. "Is the equipment ready?" she asked. "Excellent." "How do we get in touch?" "You can go home and rest, waiting to meet your groom." The former navy captain is obviously an old fritter. Let them go!She had no other choice. "The whole team, stand at attention, and set off." If the courage of the former navy captain was as majestic as his password, Ding Shaomei might really be rescued.But she wasn't confident.

Trucks all over the world are the same, as long as you sit in the compartment, it's like dumpling into a dustpan.Ding Shaomei was lying on his stomach in the carriage, and every time there was a jolt, the wooden floor of the carriage bumped against his chin. The pain of pouring chili water is not so important anymore, the most sad thing now is the back, the skin is on fire, it is not pain, but disturbing. Tomoda told him at the time that pouring a stomach full of chili water and then whipping his back with split wood produced dizzying pain, which can only be compared to being broken in love.

He has never been broken in love, and he doesn't know if this is that kind of feeling, but he does know clearly that this feeling is not good now.The truck got out of Yangliuqing and drove on a section of dirt road, bouncing back and forth, his nose and mouth began to seep water, not vomiting in big gulps, but trickling, with a bit of tenacity of spicy soup, after a while It piled up in front of the face. His hands and feet were unbound, but he didn't want to sit up.Now he will have a bit of strength, and later he will have a bit of endurance. He eagerly hopes that the one waiting for him in front of him is a quick-tempered executioner.

After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped, and he felt that his legs and feet were weak when he stood on the ground.Looking up, he recognized that he had eaten here not long ago. It was Shikishima Restaurant, a famous restaurant in the Japanese Concession and a famous intelligence agency. Adjutant Oda greeted him with a smile, took out a long gown and put it on for him, and said: "The commander wants to see you." Ding Shaomei immediately knew that she would not die.In order to make money, the commander was willing to sell opium to his death, so he must be a master who loves money like his life. With 5 million in his hand, he would never die.Right now, even if someone else comes to kill him, the commander will definitely fight with that person.

He raised his hand and brushed his hair.The shoes on his feet are helpless, and the long gown on his body is too unseemly, it is that ugly duck-green color, fat and big, but it is half short when worn, like a piece of clothing. He said to Xiaotian: "Where can we sing today?" He felt like an actor rushing to the stage. "Commander is waiting for you." Oda's Chinese is not so good. Wu Niu was sitting next to Oda Hideyoshi, wiping the sweat off his head with a towel, when she saw Young Master Ding appearing, she wanted to jump up, but was held down by Oda Hideyoshi. "Mr. Ding, your conscience is broken!"

Ding Shaomeila sat down on the chair, put her right leg on her left leg, straightened the long gown with both hands, spread it flat on her thighs, and said casually: "Why don't we compare our hearts?" "You subsidize the Communist Party, it's really bad." The commander's play is full. Ding Shaomei smiled, "I don't care who they are, how can I miss my young master Ding if they are playing and making trouble?" "You call the fight against the Imperial Japanese Army a joke?" "You have a kind of activity in Japan called mountaineering, right? There are people who don't know how to die, and they only look for dangerous peaks to climb. I do the same. It's a hobby, a hobby of adventure."

"So, you want to die?" Grandma's, who would want to die?It's fun to be alive.Ding Shaomei wanted to answer him with some tough words, but unfortunately, a gust of hot pepper water poured into his mouth, so he had to lower his head and swallow it back, leaving a lot of astringent fine sand in his mouth——Little Japan is stingy, even The chili noodles are also reluctant to buy a good one, because there is too much red brick powder mixed in it. "If you don't want to die, you tell all the anti-Japanese elements you know." The commander was about to run out of lines, so he had to ask Ding Shaomei for help.

He spat out the fine sand in his mouth, and said with a smile: "I know the address of the superior, and I know the address of the subordinate, but I can't tell you..." As soon as the commander stopped drinking, Adjutant Oda put the pistol on his head.The following should naturally be "trick tricks". Ding Shaomei glanced at the terrified Wu Niu and Oda Hideyoshi who closed his eyes and meditated, then put his hand on Oda's wrist, and said, "Excuse me, let me do it myself. If I die by your hands, let me It's really embarrassing." Oda Hideyoshi finally opened his eyes, waved to Ding Shaomei, and said, "Stop making trouble, the commander has something serious to discuss with you." Then he closed his heavy eyelids again. "It's simple enough! Don't play tricks with your uncle and me." Ding Shaomei raised his shoulders and shook his shoulders, and looked directly at the commander with cynical eyes. The Commander had no other thoughts than his own investment in gold. "I didn't go to the market today, so I don't know. According to the market closing yesterday, there is always a 25% profit." He deliberately made the commander look like a beggar asking for small money in front of him. "Today's closing price is 287 yuan. According to this price, I should have 80% profit." The commander has a genius for numbers. This is not good, the price is raised so high, it will not be easy to hit it down.Although he was preoccupied with his own thoughts, he still sauntered and shook his head, arched his hands, and flung his right shoulder back in a carefree way: "Congratulations, you've made a fortune!" "Don't dare to be, it's not as rich as you made." "Smart! Boy. If you follow the rich man, you will have small money. If you stay by my side, I will inevitably take care of you." Ding Shaomei stood up. "Really, did you invite me to eat here, or should I go home and have noodle soup?" Oda Hideyoshi also stood up, greeted the Commander and said goodbye. On the way back, Oda Hideyoshi only said one word to Ding Shaomei: "I joined forces with you to help you do something earth-shattering. I don't want you to be so irresponsible." Am I irresponsible?Ding Shaomei was looking for someone to scold.You old boy is right, I have no responsibility to any of you, from now on, the only one I will be responsible for is myself. The White Russian doctor pulled out dozens of wooden thorns from Ding Shaomei's back, then tied him up like a wooden barrel with bandages; Mrs. Song cut off a small strand of hair, washed it clean, and forced him to swallow it. Only then did he seduce the half pot of "Hu spicy soup" in his stomach. After taking painkillers and custard, he slept soundly on the cool rush mat.Surviving a catastrophe is a great time to rethink your life.He was only in his twenties, and he had to change his way of life once he came back from the Temple of Yama. When he opened his eyes in the morning, he found that Yu Nong was curled up like a kitten, sleeping next to her, with fine beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, and her thin silk nightgown had fallen to her lap. She has that kind of light golden skin, which feels as smooth as silk, warm and lovely.Being able to have this group of lovely women in his arms should be regarded as the blessing of his previous life and the blessing of this life.He didn't believe in these karma and fate, but when he woke up today, he found that it might make a lot of sense.This is not seeking self-discovery. Once a person has experienced life and death, karma and retribution is the most appropriate explanation. No matter how many foreign things I have learned, I am still Chinese after all! "We didn't get married until today, isn't it a bit late?" He sprinkled sweat on Yu Nong's face, gasping and losing his tone. Yunong tilted his head on the pillow, hooked his feet with his feet, and just groaned.