Turning his head, the huge man said to the two Eastern soldiers in Oriental dialect, "Your Excellency Taijun, he is here to help the chef, you are reliable!" While speaking, he gave the two chefs who originally wanted to speak a sharp knife.

"You wash the vegetables and cut them. You two, come with me. There is a big guy over there to dismantle! Taijun wants to eat fish slices at noon!"

The two chefs who had originally wanted to defend themselves immediately stopped talking when they heard this.

The fat man in front of him was the assistant between the Eastern and Chinese workers. They had to offend him appropriately, and they could kill them with just one mouth.

Luckily glared at Du He a few glances. In their opinion, Du He, who was completely shooting himself in the foot, was left alone in the middle of a large pile of vegetables.

Du He sneered.

The two Oriental soldiers were very familiar with Chinese language, but most of the time they relied on the assistant to translate and convey, so they trusted him very much. After hearing the assistant's explanation, they nodded and left with a blank expression.

Originally, I was asked to kill fish, so it would be best if you have new people to help cook, so it would not waste time.

They also want to hire a chef from Dongyang, but unfortunately, the salary given by the military is not much higher than that of Dongyang Restaurant in Hongkou.

After everyone left, Du He looked around, closed the kitchen door, looked around, and walked back to the floor where the sound was wrong.

The yacht should have been transformed from old-fashioned military ships. There are rust marks in many places, but this place looks different. The traces around the floor look more like moldy and blackening, rather than the other floors that only have oil stains and dirty marks.

Du He didn't have much time, so he started to do it quickly. He pried up the floor in just a few seconds. After a gentle sound of friction between the wooden boards, a stream of heat came to his face.

There was indeed an open space below, and a large open space. The roar of machines inside came faintly, and there were also a slight friction of human activities.

The most important thing is that when Du He put his ear on the wooden board, he vaguely heard a little water sound.

Du He approached the hole, and after his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could see something clearly.

At this time, he looked at the other pair of eyes.

"ah--"

The eyes below exclaimed in a low voice, Du He trembled in his heart, thinking that he had dug up the warehouse of the Eastern people, and he was about to cover the wooden board again with a trembling hand. At this moment, the man below tentatively opened his mouth and asked hoarsely, "Is it... Chinese?"

The sound is straight and round, not the soft and soft accent in the south, but it has a bit of the meaning of the central and northern part. However, no matter where it is, it must be Chinese here.

Du He put down the wooden board in his hand and returned, "It's Chinese, why are you here?"

"...I, I don't know why I am here, but I know that this place is the territory of the Eastern people, so how did you come here?" The man said, and his eyes became stern again.

Du He smiled bitterly and explained his identity and purpose, saying that he was a magician invited by the Japanese to perform. Even so, the person below was still skeptical. After a few breaths, the man asked again, "Since you said you are a magician, do you know Du He of Liankuiban?"

Du He was stunned and murmured, "Do you know me?"
Chapter completed!