"Don't worry about it. At worst, we'll find Boss Du to solve the problem." Lu Ming continued to move forward without stopping.
"What happened? I didn't see He Jin, where is he!" Zhang Ziyang felt that Lu Ming was overreacting and didn't know what he saw.
"It's not He Jin. The female assassin has appeared again. We can't let her escape this time."
Lu Ming saw the back of a slender woman wearing a cheongsam. Lu Ming was very familiar with this back. When the female assassin broke through the window and jumped out that day, her back was facing him. That was the moment of life and death.
, this back view is deeply etched in his mind.
Lu Ming has not seen the face of this female assassin until now, but this figure from behind will never be forgotten.
"Brother, you can't use the gun. Tell me who he is and I will catch him." Zhang Ziyang said.
Lu Ming was not willing to listen to him, but rushed over quickly. Unfortunately, after chasing her around the corner, the woman disappeared, so he had to put the gun back.
"Fake!" Lu Ming was so angry that he cursed loudly and spun around in a circle.
He didn't hate this woman, but felt anger mixed with fear.
This woman is like a beautiful snake hiding in the dark, but she always appears around you inadvertently, and she might give you a fatal blow at some point.
"Who is Fake? Is that woman French?" Zhang Ziyang was confused.
Lu Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him and searched several nearby streets, but the woman disappeared as if she had never appeared before.
Lu Ming firmly believed that his eyes would not make mistakes unless he had hallucinations.
"She is Chinese, not Japanese." Lu Ming said, he wanted to understand one more thing at this time.
Japanese women have worn kimonos since they were young, and their gait has been customary since they were children. But the way this woman wears a cheongsam, you can tell at a glance that she has been used to it since she was a child, and her walking posture is also a Chinese habit. It feels like
It can't be wrong.
It's like Chinese people are used to wearing long robes and mandarin jackets. Wearing a suit suddenly will make you feel uncomfortable all over your body.
Asian men wearing suits are not as good at showing off the beauty of the human body as European and American men wearing suits. This is due to innate habits.
The beauty of Chinese women wearing cheongsam is something that European and American women cannot achieve.
Clothing and diet are similar in that they are genes engraved in the blood of a race.
Lu Ming also gradually got used to wearing suits after arriving in the United States for a year. After he got used to it, he still felt awkward changing back, so he always wore suits. Before returning to China, he was afraid that there were no good tailors for suits in China, so he went to Italy to have them customized.
Several sets.
"Didn't you say that the female assassin is Japanese?" Zhang Ziyang was completely confused by Lu Ming. Why did he suddenly change? What on earth is he?
The two of them got back into the car, and two people hurriedly gestured to Zhang Ziyang, telling him that the target had appeared and was in the hotel.
"He Jin is here. He just entered the hotel." Zhang Ziyang said.
"Can you tell me which room he is in?" Lu Ming asked.
"No, I can see the window of the room they live in, but I don't know the hotel's structure diagram, so I can't tell their room number." Zhang Ziyang said.
"Then just go in." Lu Ming said, getting off the car and heading straight to the hotel door.
"No, don't be impulsive, you can't get in." Zhang Ziyang pulled him and said hurriedly.
"Why? They won't let me stay if I want?" Lu Ming was surprised.
"If this method worked, we would have used it a long time ago. Let me tell you, we and other people have gone in and asked for accommodation, but they were all kicked out. The security guard of this hotel didn't know how to recognize us.
Yes, they won’t accept our booking of accommodation anyway.” Zhang Ziyang said with a wry smile.
"That's because I didn't come. When I came, they didn't dare to refuse. What's more, what I'm looking for is not He Jin, but Miss Sheng Xianghe." Lu Ming said.
Lu Ming walked directly into the revolving door of the Hendry Hotel, and a security guard came up to intercept him. Just as he was about to say something, Lu Ming took out his American passport and said, "I am an American citizen."
When the security guard saw the American passport in Lu Ming's hand, although he was a little suspicious, he honestly let it go and blocked Zhang Ziyang from the door.
Lu Ming felt a bit sad. When he entered a hotel on Chinese soil, he had to take out his American passport to enter. Zhang Ziyang, a dignified detective from the Shanghai Police Department, was turned away, but he had no right to protest.
Lu Ming walked to the counter and said to the blond waiter: "I am entrusted by President Sheng Youdesheng to come to see Miss Sheng Xianghe. Please provide convenience."
"I'm sorry, the hotel has regulations. We can't disturb guests casually. I can't comply with your request." The waiter spoke blunt Chinese and politely refused Lu Ming.
"President Sheng's face is not good, then can I invite Mr. Du Yuesheng and Mr. Du?" Lu Ming continued to put pressure.
"Sir, you can't make trouble in our hotel, otherwise we will call the police." The waiter said.
In fact, Lu Ming wanted to speak English with him, but the French have a mysterious sense of pride, that is, they are against the British in everything, and their attitude towards English is the same. Many of them can speak English, but they just don't, thinking that this will
Damage their image of France.
In fact, English is transformed from French, so it will be much easier to learn French after learning English, and vice versa. French and English are somewhat similar to Chinese and Japanese.
"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble. I have an urgent matter with Miss Sheng Xianghe." Lu Ming said.
The waiter had no choice but to call the manager, and then apologetically motioned to Lu Ming to wait for a while.
When it comes to matters involving Chinese people, Du Yuesheng's name applies throughout Shanghai, including the French Concession.
Mr. Du remained calm, but he had a hundred ways to prevent a hotel from opening in Shanghai.
After a while, a middle-aged French man came down from the second floor. When he saw Lu Ming, he smiled and said, "It's Mr. Lu. I've admired him for a long time."
"You know me?" Lu Ming asked in surprise.
"Of course, to use your old Chinese saying, no one in Shanghai knows you."
Lu Ming smiled, this foreigner still had a lot of knowledge about China.
"Didn't we drink red wine and eat oysters at the last cocktail party at the British Consulate?" the manager said with a smile.
"Oh." Lu Ming remembered.
At the cocktail party at the British Consulate, he did drink Bordeaux red wine with a foreigner and ate fresh oysters shipped from France.
However, people were dancing at the time, the lights were dim, and neither the foreigner nor he introduced themselves. He then forgot about the foreigner. After all, it was normal to meet a foreigner in Shanghai.
"Are you Mr. Hendry?" Lu Ming asked.
He has never been to the French Concession, but he also knows that this hotel is named after the founder of the hotel, just like the Hilton Hotel, but the popularity of the Hendry Hotel cannot be compared with the Hilton Hotel.
"Mr. Lu, why are you looking for Miss Sheng Xianghe? Is it really President Sheng who is looking for her?" Hendry asked.
"Yes, that's exactly what Chairman Sheng means. If Mr. Hendry doesn't believe it, you can call Chairman Sheng and ask."
"Then there's no need. I'll take you there myself." Hendry thought for a moment and smiled.
He believed that Lu Ming would not lie to him about this kind of thing. There was no need. After all, Lu Ming was a top student from Harvard, not a loser from Shanghai.
Although he had only met Lu Ming once, he knew a little bit about Lu Ming's background. This was also the basic quality of a hotel owner.
Everywhere you go, you must first find out the basic information about the local celebrities, and then the customs and habits.
Lu Ming followed Hendry to the sixth floor in the elevator, and when he walked to the door of room 608, Hendry stopped.
"Mr. Lu, Miss Sheng Xianghe is inside."
Lu Ming stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Xianghe, it's me, Lu Ming, please open the door."
There was a panicked cry from inside, and then it fell silent. After a while, the door opened a small crack, revealing Xianghe's face and one bare shoulder, wearing only underwear.
"Master Lu, why are you here?" Xianghe was shocked when she saw that it was Lu Ming who was outside, but felt relieved.
"Let me go in and talk." Lu Ming said.
At this time, the door opened, but the muzzle of a Colt 38 pistol was pressed against Lu Ming's forehead.
"Mr. He Jin, don't be nervous. I'm Lu Ming. I'm here alone, representing Chairman Sheng." Lu Ming raised his hands and said calmly.
"What are you doing? This is Master Lu, not an outsider. Put your gun away quickly." Xianghe scolded He Jin.
Seeing Xianghe, Lu Ming felt a sense of intimacy. In his heart, Sheng Muyi's personal maids were just like his sisters. After all, they had grown up together.
Xianghe and other personal maids were all bought when they were young and grew up with Sheng Muyi. Lu Ming had played with them for several years.
"Are you really here to represent the event?" Although Horgan put away his pistol, he was still a little nervous.
He was not afraid of anything else, but he was afraid that if Sheng Youde found out about him and Xianghe, he would kill him and use it as fertilizer to grow flowers.
Although these maids of the Sheng family are maids in name, they are actually treated as adopted daughters. If they have a private life without Master Sheng's permission, they will be punished.
"Xianghe, don't be with this guy anymore, otherwise you won't know how you died." Lu Ming glanced at He Jin and said.
He didn't like this guy the first time he saw He Jin. Although He Jin was very tall, one inch taller than him, with a straight nose and thick eyebrows, he could be said to be handsome, but he was missing something.
The temperament a man should have.
He was a little suspicious of Sheng Youde's vision. Why did he find such a bodyguard for his daughter to protect her personally?
"Master Lu, I know your name and your relationship with the master and the young lady, but don't talk about me like that in front of Xianghe." He Jin protested weakly.
"Then what do you want me to say? Let me tell you, your partner Xia Heng is already dead. He was assassinated just at noon today. I'm afraid you are not far from death." Lu Ming sneered.