Nanjing, the National Government, was the most prosperous place at that time.

When Hawthorne arrived with Feng Yang and Li Quan, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

The three of them left the train station and were surrounded by six or seven shops who were soliciting customers.

"Sir, do you stay in a hotel? Cheap, clean and safe."

"Sir, come to our store and you will be satisfied."

"Sir, we have everything in our store and you are satisfied with it."

Various introductions, various temptations.

"You have everything there?" Hawthorne's eyebrows were flying, his eyes glowing.

He was concerned about everything.

Feng Yang and Li Quan laughed loudly on the side.

Men understand the meaning and have content that they like.

"Okay, it's all for you." Hawthorne's intention was to drink. He chose this hotel called "Kelaishun", which has everything and stayed in.

When he arrived at the hotel, he asked for two rooms opposite the easternmost gate on the second floor, one of them himself, one of them Feng Yang and Li Quan.

Choose the second floor and you can jump off the building at any time if you have something to do; opposite the door, and there are two streets to choose from after jumping off the building, and there is one more way out.

The three of them entered their own room, first observed the terrain, and knew it.

Zhang Xuchu took the same train with him, got off the train and stayed in another hotel, only 50 meters away from "Ki Laishun".

According to the prior agreement, he would leave the hotel where he lives the next morning after Hawthorne went out and check in to "Ke Laishun".

The next morning, Hawthorne went out to find the address Thomas told him.

He didn't call Feng Yang, and Li Quan followed him. If time permits, he still wanted to go to the bookstore.

Nanjing, a place where Hawthorne could turn around with his eyes closed, and he once spent a year in military academy here.

However, the changes have been too fast and too much in recent years.

At that time, every weekend, young students took different ways to take leave and even sneaked in and out of the school gate.

Of course, the students caught will definitely not have good results.

Physical punishment for running, standing in military posture, fighting, etc. The final result is a perverted contest between perverted students and perverted instructors.

Hawthorne's performance is not good or bad, and throwing it into the crowd is not conspicuous. It is the kind that makes the instructor feel most at ease.

Any secret operation he participated in was never caught by the instructor once.

The classmates thought it was incredible and praised him for his good fortune, but only he knew it. That was called ability.

The ability to lie, the ability to pretend to be stupid, and the ability to sacrifice others for oneself.

When I come to Nanjing again, the times change, people and things are different.

Hawthorne pretended to be a first time in Nanjing and asked about his way around with a note.

As soon as he left the door, he noticed a tail behind him.

Those who knew that he came to Nanjing were Cai Dawei, Thomas, and Wang Jinyi. What is certain is that the tail behind him was Cai Dawei's man.

Hawthorne pretended not to know, walked, made a rickshaw, and kept changing. He went down the road, staring at him firmly, without getting rid of it.

This tail is a bit capable.

After finding Damalu Street, Hawthorne continued to ask for directions, and finally found Jinyuan Hotel.

Jinyuan Hotel is an exquisite and compact type, imitating Suyuan, with landscapes, antique pavilions, shaded by green trees, and blooming flowers, with unique scenery.

When he walked to the front desk on the first floor, Hawthorne asked: "I want to find a gentleman from No. 3o1, how can I contact him?"

The waiter looked up and saw that it was a Chinese man. He asked disdainfully: "Do you know the gentleman of No. 3o1?"

That kind of look, contempt, contempt is unforgettable.

"The species of blue eyes are more noble than your fellow countrymen, no, they should be said to be more noble than you?" Hawthorne retorted.

The waiter ignored it.

With Hawthorne's outfit and the way of seeking advice, he should be chasing Mr. 3o1 and asking for help. There are several such people almost every day, which is very annoying.

The waiter continued to take an indifferent attitude.

Hawthorne suppressed his anger: "I want to contact Mr. 3o1."

The waiter replied arrogantly: "Unless you say the gentleman's name, our store cannot reveal his information."

His reasons seem reasonable on the surface.

Hawthorne lazily lay on the counter, tapping his finger a few times: "I asked you the last time, should I contact you or not."

The waiter shrugged.

He has seen too many bad guys and nobles, and Hawthorne's outfit is the most inconspicuous one.

An aunt next to her who seemed to be cleaning up secretly hit Hawthorne and said kindly: "Sir, give him a little tip and he will tell you right away."

"Thank you, I'm not going to treat his bad habit today." Hawthorne thanked Aunt.

He picked up the phone number on the counter and dialed out a number: "Hey, I am Jinyuan Hotel, are you the Jinling Daily?"

"Yes, do you provide news clues?" the other party asked politely.

"Yes, I just saw your newspaper collecting news clues, admiring foreign countries, relying on bad people, bullying his compatriots, do you need such clues?" Hawthorne tilted his head, tilted his body forty-five degrees, and staring in one direction.

Next to him, a man sitting in a high chair was holding a copy of today's "Jinling Daily".

That man tilted his head to look at it.

Hawthorne could only tilt his head.

The waiter Hawthorne, who refused, was anxious at this moment.

He couldn't hear the sound on the phone and didn't know the reply from the Jinling Daily.

But local people know that the Jinling Daily is a public opinion position for propaganda and unity and anti-Japanese. It hates the foreigners and is unwilling tolerate the actions of being born in the capital and admiring foreign countries.

Once you enter the newspaper, your life will never be easy.

The waiter put down what he was doing, ignored the protests being received by the passengers, and rushed to Hawthorne and pulled off the telephone line.

"Sir, what do you mean?" He continued to look down on others and tried to suppress Hawthorne, who was obviously a foreigner in front of him through the final intimidation.

Hawthorne was unreasonable and retorted loudly: "If you tell me honestly, there is nothing wrong. The phone line is pulled off, right? It's okay. I'll change the location when I go out. Now, I'll continue to call the public telephone booth over there. Jinling Daily is very interested. Let's compare and see who has the best ability."

Hawthorne began to walk out, but his pace was not fast and not big.

He intended to wait for the waiter to come over.

During this period, he deliberately bumped into a fashionable woman in twenty-one or two years old.

That woman was surrounded by two men.

It's someone who can fight.

"Ah," the woman screamed, and the small bag in her hand fell to the ground.

The two men yelled at the same time: "What are you doing? You are looking for death!"

Like a bodyguard.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Hawthorne apologized and squatted down to pick up the bag for the woman.

The woman looked angry and waited for Hawthorne to pick up the bag before doing it.

The waiter rushed out of the front desk, caught Hawthorne, and raised his hand to grab him.

Hawthorne calculated the time to stand up, and the small bag he had just picked up touched the waiter's hand and landed again.

The woman stamped her feet and wanted to cry.

The two men standing beside her fists.

Hawthorne lowered his head and sideways, dodging, and his fist landed on the waiter accurately.

The waiter shouted.

The lobby on the first floor of Jinyuan Hotel was in a mess, and the onlookers formed a circle.

This farce was designed by Hawthorne.

When the crowd was in chaos, he bent over and walked over to the crowd watching, and quickly walked to behind a wooden pillar in a corner of the hall.

There were a few people watching the fun.

His figure disappeared behind the cylinder.

Hawthorne stood behind the pillar and whispered to the person who stood in front of the three, "I am Yese, the tall man in a gray suit in the crowd in the front right, keeps track of me."

The man in front ordered the two behind him: "You go and follow the man in a gray suit to see where he lives and who he interacts with. After asking for it clearly, he will come back to report me."

"yes."

The two men replied softly and walked towards the crowd.

Hawthorne faced the man who ordered him, and was incredible: "I didn't expect to meet you here."

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