It can't be reached from Shanghai to Nagasaki in just one or two days.
Zhou Weiguo spent nearly a month on this small ship before finally getting out of this small space and landing at Nagasaki Pier.
As for the location and password of the connection, he had already memorized it in his mind.
The first step is to post a thank-you note on the notice board on Nagasaki East Street. It probably means that the lost big fat yellow cat has arrived home safely, and I would like to thank those who have helped me.
This thing does not need to be broadcast. As long as you can do it, you can do it yourself. Zhou Weiguo first went to stay in a hotel in the joint, and found some paper to write the content. Then he went out, called a rickshaw, and found the notice on East Street.
column and posted the content in a conspicuous place. He had no intention of waiting here.
There are people coming and going here, and he knows that there must be someone who has been waiting for a thank you letter all day, but who it is, he doesn't want to think about it. With this in mind, it is better to go back to sleep peacefully and wait for the contact person to come to him. After nearly a month of bumps,
But he almost broke himself apart from the torment.
As for the secret code for the second step, Zhou Weiguo really couldn't figure it out. It seemed that this secret code was like bargaining with a girl.
The hotel is located in the middle of the separation between the urban area and the suburbs of Nagasaki. The mixture of fish and dragons here is a natural protective color. Zhou Weiguo is very satisfied with this arrangement. If he were to make the plan, he would naturally choose a place with such a mixture of fish and dragons.
The owner of this store is quite good. At least this place is located in such a chaotic place, but it is quite peaceful. The room is relatively clean and there is no peculiar smell.
Zhou Weiguo simply washed himself and fell on the bed.
In confusion, someone knocked on the door.
Putting on her coat and opening the door, she saw a woman wearing a pure white kimono, with thick white rouge on her cheeks that made her look as white as a ghost. She couldn't tell whether she was fat or thin, and she was holding a typical musical instrument on her chest.
In front of her, she looked at Zhou Weiguo, bent down to salute, and said with a respectful smile: Sir, do you need service?"
No wonder, it turned out that the person meeting him was a woman. Zhou Weiguo suddenly realized when he looked at the woman in front of him who didn't want to look at her at the first glance. He also understood why the code word for meeting was so goosebumps.
According to the contact code, if the other party needs services, he has to use I only have five yuan and seventy cents to contact him.
"I only have five yuan and seventy cents." Zhou Weiguo casually rummaged through his trouser pockets according to the secret code he had memorized, with a look of helplessness on his face.
The woman lowered her head and thought for a while, not knowing whether it was because she had less money or something else; "It's a little less, but the business is decadent, so I can only take on the job so that I can support my family."
Zhou Weiguo touched his trouser pocket: "I'm sorry, the sixty cents are gone, only five dollars and ten cents."
It must have been accepted. There was no reluctance, but a hint of excitement; "For the sake of my 5-month-old child at home, even though it is a little short, I will still agree."
After hearing Wu Yue, Zhou Weiguo motioned for the visitor to come in, turned around and looked outside, and then walked to the window. When he saw nothing happened, he turned back to the woman and said, "I know where the person is."
The woman did not speak, but tilted her head at the moment she nodded: "Would you like to hear me play and sing a song?"
Without waiting for a response, the woman had already played the strings, cleared her throat, and started singing.
He was really not in the mood to listen to this babbling song, it sounded like he was going to explode.
After finally waiting for the woman to finish singing, Zhou Weiguo, who was already sitting on the sofa next to him, saw that the person coming to join the conversation was coming again. He trembled in fright and waved his hands, "No, no, go away. I can't appreciate it. You go and torment other people."
Bar."
The woman stood up with a smile and walked towards Zhou Weiguo: "At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, go to the dining room on the second floor of Nagasaki Sushi Restaurant. Miss Muzi will find you there and explain the situation to you."
The woman who had finished speaking in a low voice suddenly changed her voice and raised her voice to thank Zhou Weiguo for his support. Seeing that she was about to open the door, Zhou Weiguo quickly stepped forward to block the door and stared at her; "Ming, tell someone differently, I really
I just can’t bear this heavy dressing up.”
Muzi was responsible for the planning of this incident and was responsible for the actions. To put it bluntly, he was his partner. The woman nodded blankly, "Okay, I understand."
After seeing the contact person away, Zhou Weiguo turned around and vacated the room after she left with the musical instrument. He was not sure whether the contact person had rebelled. He was careful not to make a big mistake and found another hotel to stay in.
Practical.
Braving the salty wind, Zhou Weiguo, who had changed hotels, put on a light white suit and went out to the Nagasaki Sushi Restaurant.
Nagasaki Sushi Hotel is a typical wooden structure hotel with three floors. The first and second floors are mainly for individual guests, and the third floor is for private rooms.
Although he was an individual traveler, ordinary people could not afford such a mid-to-high-end place. Zhou Weiguo's decent clothes made the waiter's face smile like red flowers. He came to the second floor and asked for a seat near the window to sit down.
Ordered tea and waited for others.
When it was almost nine o'clock, Zhou Weiguo was drinking tea to kill time when he saw a tall man wearing a blue-gray home kimono, holding a small leather bag in his hand, with black hair spread back in a vest, about 1.65 meters tall, and about 60 years old.
The twenty-one or twelve-year-old woman went upstairs and looked around.
Zhou Weiguo's slender eyebrows, small cherry mouth, and skin as beautiful as mutton fat and jade made Zhou Weiguo a little obsessed. Although he was beautiful, compared with Xiao Ya, he was still a little
But the difference is not very big. If Xiao Ya is a kind of beauty with gentle connotation, then this is definitely the kind that shines all around.
"Hashimoto-kun, you are here. I thought you were going to miss your appointment again today." Zhou Weiguo saw the woman showing a smile and walking over directly, saying hello and sitting opposite him.
Zhou Weiguo squinted his eyes as he looked at the visitor but did not speak.
"Hashimoto-kun, I thought you were satisfied with my singing yesterday." Zhou Weiguo's hesitation made the woman speak again.
I simply can't imagine that the ghost-like outfit yesterday could be such an iconic beauty.
"It's wonderful." Zhou Weiguo said this against his will. He slightly raised his hand to signal the waiter to come over, opened the menu, turned around respectfully and handed it to the woman in front of him; "Miss Muzi, please."
Muzi himself is currently limited to the names he knows. As for her real name, this is not within the scope of his obligations. It is impossible for others to tell.
Muzi ordered five or six dishes without being polite, which made Zhou Weiguo feel pain in his stomach. He had the funds provided by his superiors, but the problem was that this meal was too expensive.
Looking at the exquisite food that was served, although it looked delicious, and looking at the sweet muzi that was being eaten, Zhou Weiguo sighed and swore in his heart that next time, he would never let a girl order so generously, and let a girl
Ordering food is definitely going to hurt your wallet.
