Chapter 96 The third world (what are their identities)
Mai Fan looked enlightened: "Of course! I have already thought of a countermeasure."
"After tonight, it will be fine if that woman doesn't come to provoke me. But if you want to do any harm, don't blame me, Mai Fan, for not caring about the friendship between classmates."
"I will definitely explain this matter to my father from the beginning, so that her poor family will know what it means to truly use force to suppress others."
Oops, this is not right either!
Mr. Ji really finished his work in front and behind, and finally persuaded Master Mai to stop.
In order to make the young master feel better, Mr. Ji also specially packed the young master with a pack of croissants baked in the morning, sent him to the door, watched him turn the corner, and then closed the door of the bookstore.
But after returning to the bookstore, Mr. Ji did not continue business as usual.
He flipped over the opening sign on the study door handle and... locked the door from the inside.
Mr. Ji didn't see it either. Mai Fan walked around the corner and didn't go home directly as usual.
Mai Fan squatted in the blind spot at the street corner and watched Mr. Ji put up a sign saying he would be closed for the day. After that, he turned around and continued on his way.
At this time, Mr. Ji will definitely not know that his identity has been inexplicably exposed to Mai Fan.
Just like Bai Qianqian in Qing Qianzhai, she didn't show many flaws, but she was taken advantage of by Mai Fan who owned the diary.
Yes, Mr. Ji is an intelligence officer for the Red Revolutionary Party.
In normal times, Mr. Ji takes advantage of his status as a local in Haishang to manage this bookstore with an excellent location.
While collecting various intelligence, he was also responsible for passing this information to his superiors in Anyan City.
Regarding the secret arrival of the traitor Ono Jiro in Shanghai... Mr. Ji has also received news.
It's just that I don't have a serious invitation letter, so I still can't figure out how to enter.
Now, Mr. Ji knows through Mai Fan who is on the invitation list for this dinner...
This is very useful intelligence for organizations.
As for Bai Qianqian, her difficulty is much more obvious than that of Mr. Ke Zhiji.
A promiscuous woman who hangs out in the land of fireworks, the people she associates with... are all big shots that the fireworks woman can't even imagine.
But none of these big shots regarded her as their forbidden love, and their comings and goings were accidental and hurried.
As long as a careful person pays attention, he will naturally find clues.
As for who she represents and who she relies on, the answer is obvious.
Mai Fan had no psychological burden regarding the use of these two people.
Professional things should be done by professional people.
Not only can it increase the success rate of the assassination, but it can also save his young and precious life.
As a student who has not yet graduated, Mai Fan feels that his duty is to study hard.
And because a woman lost her life, a complete family would be torn into pieces because of her death.
Well done Maifan!
He raised his fist and rang the doorbell of No. 122 Huayuan Road.
This is a small foreign-style building owned by the Mai family in the concession area. The place is not too big compared to other mansions, but it has a garden, a foreign-style house, a housekeeper, and servants.
The jingling doorbell summoned the concierge guarding the door.
The other party trotted all the way and opened the big iron gate for the young master.
"Where are the master and his wife?"
"Master, we are having breakfast in the front hall."
Mai Fan hummed and walked around towards the backyard.
He planned to sneak into the room through the back door to avoid being seen by his parents in the front room, who would inevitably nag him.
I just didn’t expect that…
Mai Fan saw a person on the porch at the back door.
This man was wearing a sleeveless silk hurdle shirt, a pair of silk trousers with leggings, no socks on his feet, and a pair of shoes with the heels flattened, which were used as slippers and pulled up on the soles of his feet.
This man looks familiar. He is squatting by the railing of the corridor, head buried in what he is tinkering with.
"Dad? Are you old?"
"What are you doing?"
Mai Fan was so shocked that he uttered a sentence from his hometown.
And the man was also frightened. As soon as he turned his head, the piece of cake in his mouth... fell to the ground.
"You did something wrong, I lost the food!"
Mai Wencai quickly picked it up, blew on it, and stuffed it back into his mouth.
Mai Fan looked up at the sky speechlessly and rolled his eyes: "Dad, are you solving a personal breakfast problem here again?"
As he said that, he walked around in front of his father.
As expected, there was a bamboo tray placed on the corridor of the small garden.
There are two plates and a bowl on the tray.
There were two freshly baked millet pancakes on one plate, and two green onions as thick as a thumb were placed on the other plate.
The small bowl in the middle contained half a bowl of pork sauce fried with peanuts.
His father, Mai Wencai, was squatting in front of the tray, scooping out soybean paste with green onions and rolling pancakes to eat.
Seeing such a familiar scene, Mai Fan sighed: "My mother made you eat something you can't eat again?"
Mai Wencai nodded vigorously, swallowed the pancake, and smiled at Mai Fan: "Son, you won't tell your mother, right?"
"Those lettuce leaves, half-cooked steak, and milk bread, I really can't get used to it."
"But your mother takes a nap every day, saying it's good for her health."
"I think this pancake with scallions is the most appetizing. I can't get used to eating those bread balls that are only about the size of a fingernail."
"But your mother has cooked everything, and I can't stop eating one bite. So every time before breakfast, I have to come here to make two pancakes."
"At any rate, let's make sure that we can eat enough, right?"
"Also, don't tell your mother everything... Huh? That's not right? You brat, I haven't asked you yet, why didn't you come home last night?"
"Did you go to that dirty place to play again? Hey, hey, hey! As for you, don't leave."
Mai Fan knew that his father would definitely turn his attention to him. If he didn't take advantage of this opportunity to run away, he would be slapped with a feather duster.
Mai Fan ignored his father's shouts and stopped him, carrying his croissant and trotting into the front hall.
Now that his father has discovered it, it is useless to dodge. It is better to go to the dining room in front and seek shelter from his mother.
In front of his mother Chu Shaoxue, Mai Wen was the obedient and strict wife.
Sure enough, when Mai Fan waved his hand and came to the front hall, his mother who doted on him happily welcomed him to the dining table covered with white tablecloth.
"Fan'er, why did you come home just now? Did you sleep well at night?"
"Oh, I'll just come back when I'm back. You even went to Siwen Studio to buy some snacks? You're really thoughtful."