Zhang Tianhao felt agitated for a while and even wanted to curse.
Just like this, another twenty minutes passed before the two people who had an affair next door ended their affair hastily, then closed the door and headed to the front yard. The entire backyard once again returned to its previous quiet state.
Zhang Tianhao looked outside, then looked at the time, and continued to turn on the flashlight and search throughout the room. After all, an activist like Mei Miaomiao, or even a newcomer who might join, would definitely leave some traces.
"How come there isn't? It's such a small place, it shouldn't be!"
Zhang Tianhao searched carefully again. Except for the bed and cabinets, which had not been moved, he searched every other place he could find, and even searched for some traces on the ground.
Then, he turned his attention to the cabinet and the bed. As for the corners of the bed, he also looked carefully, and there was no sign of any movement.
The bed was quite tidy. Zhang Tianhao searched around it and almost lifted the bed board, but he could only say that he saw nothing.
Then, he opened the dressing table where the cosmetics were stored and the cabinet where the clothes were stored and looked for them. After all, this Mei Miaomiao is also a woman who knows how to dress up or do simple makeup. This was the case last time.
He opened the dressing table, then carefully pulled out the drawer and checked the cosmetics inside. There were quite a few cosmetics inside. There were even a lot of imported cosmetics.
"Hey, no, why is this place so short? There can't be something hidden behind it."
He just saw that there were no signs of movement on the ground, but the dressing table was not big and could still be moved.
He gently moved the dressing table behind, handled it gently, and then put the dressing table aside. Looking behind him, he saw traces of being opened on a wall panel behind the dressing table.
It seems that there is a small door at the back, but there is no handle.
He gently took out a dagger and carefully opened the door. A wooden board seemed to be the same color as the surrounding walls, and he saw a small hidden compartment.
What caught his eyes were some oceans, about three to four hundred in number, and there was even a small gold bar inside. Compared with the dozens of oceans in her outside drawer, there were obviously many more oceans here.
There was also a small notebook inside. He slowly pulled out the small notebook and opened it with the light of a flashlight. What caught his eye was a delicate Song style calligraphy.
The beautiful pen handwriting looks quite beautiful and neat.
On May 25, the 25th year of the Republic of China, I rescued a person. I don’t know his name or his origin...
On June 1, the 25th year of the Republic of China, he let me know what faith is and what doctrine is, and my hateful heart slowly calmed down!
Republic of China...
Looking at this diary, which is not too thick, it records Mei Miaomiao's entire process from understanding the Red Party to becoming an activist, and even some of her efforts to raise funds for the Red Party.
It's just that she used to provide some funds for the Red Party, but since the last incident, she has lost contact with her superiors, and she doesn't even know who to look for.
Later, she wrote about a person, a person who claimed to be a superior, who just asked her to wait for two months. It showed her anxiety and what she thought was a test.
Looking at this diary, Zhang Tianhao could imagine the confusion she felt when she was originally attached to an organization and now that she has lost it, and even had a lot of self-examination.
After reading this diary, even though he only glanced through it hastily, Zhang Tianhao realized that he had been reading it for a quarter of an hour, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately no one came, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to explain it.
A firm believer, that is, he was a little envious of Boss Mei. It was really not easy for a person who was not a party member to do this.
"It seems that I still have to go to Lao Tang to find something to do. After all, an activist who has lost his organization still needs to be protected."
Slowly, things returned to their original positions. Even the money and the like, Zhang Tianhao did not move at all, and the table returned to its original position as required.
Then he sat in front of the dressing table and thought about it, even thinking about how he would interact with Mei Miaomiao next and what he would teach him.
As for the small pistol, Zhang Tianhao just smiled. After all, the small gun with only six bullets had not been used for a long time. Now it is almost becoming a commodity.
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In the front yard of the opera house, the play was still going on, and Mei Miao had already returned to her original appearance, no longer the same as before, and was removing Mei Miaomiao's makeup backstage.
"Miss, Mr. Zhang from the front has sent us wedding invitations again!"
"Throw it away, wedding invitation. What's his idea? If I don't know, let me do it as a child. There's no way!" Mei Miaomiao curled her lips in disdain, and a trace of sullenness flashed across her face.
"Miss, the young gang leader of the Money Gang has also been here in the past two days, saying that this is their territory. Miss, why is it so difficult to sing a show now?"
"Mei, you don't understand. I don't know what these people are planning. Humph, if I wanted to have a foreign wife, I would have already become someone else's foreign wife, or a concubine!"
Mei Miaomiao's voice immediately changed and she sighed: "Oh, it's really hard for us women to get a foothold. If it weren't for Mr. Miyamoto taking care of us, our troupe might have closed long ago and these bastards would come to our door.
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"Okay, sister, stop talking. It's almost time. I'm a little tired. Please help me unload. I'll sleep for a while, and my whole body is about to fall apart."
"yes!"
Just as she was taking off her makeup, the guests in front of her were leaving one after another, and the door of the opera house was slowly closed, ending the day of singing, cleaning, and tidying up.
As the boss, she was too tired to move.
"By the way, sister, if you have someone you like, the dowry I will give you will be generous. You have become a big girl, and it is not a problem to always be by my side!"
"Miss, I will always follow you. I don't want to get married!" Chou Mei smiled and stamped her foot, and said shyly, "Miss is here to make fun of me again."
"I'm not making fun of you, but you are already eighteen. If you don't get married, you will be old soon. It will be difficult to find a good family."
"Miss, you are here again. I will not marry. I will always stay with you, really."
"Okay, okay, okay, you will always follow me and become a big girl with me. I'll see if you can't get married then, let's see what you do!"
While the master and servant were chatting and laughing, they took off all their makeup, and Mei Miaomiao also stood up and moved her body, only feeling soreness all over her body.
"Miss, why don't you rest for two days? Erfeng and the others are here to support you, otherwise you'll be exhausted. You won't be able to go on like this. Your body will be exhausted and you'll fall down, so what's the point?"
"It's okay. Let me put the water in. I'll go back to the room and wash up. I'll go to sleep right away. I'll have nothing to do the next day. Go ahead, I'll go take a look in front!"
Upon hearing this, Mei Miaomiao immediately responded and walked to the backyard, while Mei Miaomiao also went to the front hall to see how the cleaning was going.
When Zhang Tianhao heard the footsteps again, this time he did not act like a gentleman, but rolled directly into the bed.