Lost and Spy

Chapter 83
At 7 o'clock in the morning, the 39 students of the crash course had all lined up.

Han Haizhong prepared two trucks for them and took them directly to the most lively and prosperous Sixinfang area in Hangzhou.

This Sixinfang is located on Xueshi Road, with Xiaonv Road in the east, Changsheng Road in the north, and Bodhi Temple Road in the west.

In the 20s, an investor named Chen Xingong built a house here, so it was named Sixinfang in memory of him.

Later, Xuanshouli and Chengdeli were built here, which are also Shikumen buildings.

Therefore, people call this series of buildings Sixinfang.

Speaking of Sixinfang, this is definitely a "feng shui treasure land".

This traditional Shikumen neighborhood is close to the lakeside and next to Longxiang Bridge.

The houses here have a special feature. They are only rented but not sold. The tenants are all middle class. There are also many private villas built around Sixinfang, and the owners are either rich or expensive.

There have been many famous people left in this area. The old traces of the last dreams and the longing of feelings are unforgettable, and they have become a wonderful symbol of Hangzhou culture.

It is a pity that the students of the crash course came here not to enjoy the scenery and feel the cultural atmosphere, but to actually come to practice.

The 39 trainees were divided into ten groups, one for tailing and one for taking off.

Each team appoints a team leader and chooses three team members.

Meng Shao was originally the team leader, and he formed a team with He Guangtao, Hou Danliang, and Chen Rongyang from his dormitory based on the idea of ​​using familiarity instead of raw.

What's weird is that there are only three people in the group of the accelerated class monitor Ren Pingmao, so the teacher Han Haizhong actually joined their group.

The teacher joins the class directly. Isn't this cheating?
Who is being targeted by them, can they still run?

What's even more speechless is that Ren Pingmao actually chose Meng Shaoyuan's team as their opponent.

"It's over."

He Guangtao wailed, "How can this be compared?"

Meng Shaoyuan didn't speak, always feeling as if Han Haizhong had arranged this on purpose.

In the morning's actual combat training, Meng Shaoyuan's team was in charge of stalking, and Ren Pingmao's team was in charge of stalking and man-marking. Once the four members of the stalking team successfully got rid of the stalking and reached the designated place to complete the meeting, they would win.

"How to do?"

The three of He Guangtao looked at each other: "Who is going to stare at Teacher Han's tip?"

"Shall I come?" Meng Shaoyuan frowned and smiled bitterly.

You are the leader of the team, who else is there if you don't focus on the most powerful target?

But the problem is, Han Haizhong is an old agent.

Meng Shaoyuan was not at all sure about it...

……

There are four paths in total:

Zhinong, Xuanshouli, Nagjingnong and Yaoyuanli.

Han Haizhong went to Xuanshouli.

He has always been in a hurry in front of him.

On the way, I stopped a newsboy who was selling newspapers, bought a newspaper, and stood there to read it for a while.

Hangzhou in the morning is already very lively.

All kinds of hawkers set up their stalls early, and the clamor continued one after another.

There is a bamboo stall, a bamboo plaque on the left, a steam oven on the right, and a pot in the middle, which sells wontons.

The boy who was carrying two baskets, carrying a burden in one hand, and playing a flute in the other, sold gadgets such as combs and mirrors.

Carrying the same burden, the two sides piled up layer by layer, and from time to time a "bean... le" shouted from time to time, it was a tofu seller.

All kinds of colorful, bizarre.

Especially those who sell tin pots and fortune tellers, everyone has a unique skill.

For example, a tin pot seller has a whistle-like piccolo in his mouth, and the sound it blows is pleasant to the ears. Sometimes it is a bird chasing the phoenix, and sometimes it is a mountain and flowing water. It must be as beautiful as it is beautiful.

The fortune teller's ability is even more incredible.

Spread a piece of paper on the stall, with a brush in the thumb of the right hand, a brush in the tiger's mouth, and another in the wrist.

With one hand and three strokes, he was able to write three beautiful lines of calligraphy on paper at the same time.

This ability, it is absolutely impossible to do without ten years of hard work.

If it weren't for the task at hand, Meng Shaoyuan really wanted to take a closer look.

such a pity.

Han Haizhong read the newspaper there for a while, then started walking again.

Meng Shaoyuan always kept a certain distance from him.

His eyes were fixed on him, not daring to relax for a moment.

Han Haizhong suddenly stopped, stopped in front of a wonton stand, ordered a bowl of wontons, and chatted with the hawker with a smile while eating.

Meng Shaoyuan was so angry.

I haven't had breakfast yet, I'm hungry.

This one is good, eat it.

The problem is, Meng Shaoyuan has no way to eat.

Bear with it.

After finally waiting for Han Haizhong to finish eating, he put down the bowl, stood up, and paid with his back to Meng Shaoyuan.

He began to walk unhurriedly forward again.

Meng Shaoyuan quickly followed.

But just when passing the wonton stall, an accident happened.

The hawker took the half bowl of wontons that Han Haizhong had eaten just now, and poured out the soup and juice.

Half of it was splashed on Meng Shaoyuan's body.

"Hey, look at it."

Meng Shaoyuan hurriedly jumped backwards.

"Ouch, sorry boss, sorry boss."

The peddler rushed out quickly, blocking Meng Shaoyuan's way with a towel and trying to wipe it for him.

"You too... get out of the way!"

not good!

Meng Shaoyuan reacted, quickly pushed the hawker away, and looked forward.

Broken, broken, Han Haizhong is gone.

There are people everywhere, where can I go to find him?

"Boss, don't be angry, don't be angry." The hawker still apologized repeatedly.

Meng Shaoyuan tilted his head and looked at the hawker: "How much did the wonton eater give you just now?"

"Ah?" The hawker was startled, and then smiled: "Boss, what did you say?"

"It's nothing." Meng Shaoyuan actually moved over the small bench and sat down: "Bring me a bowl of wontons too, ah, I asked you something, if you answer it, I'll give you a piece of ocean."

"Really?"

"real!"

……

"Qixiangju Teahouse".

Two Pingtan artists specially invited from Suzhou sang "The Legend of the White Snake" there.

Han Haizhong asked for a pot of tea, and while listening to Pingtan, he smashed melon seeds leisurely.

But that's all, He Ruyi told himself that there was a student named Meng Shaoyuan in this batch of students, and he should focus on cultivating them, so he was personally responsible for getting rid of them.

Who knows, he got rid of Meng Shaoyuan's stalking casually.

It seems that the qualifications of this student named Meng Shaoyuan are like this.

With so many students, he has never seen a so-called "genius".

Suddenly, Han Haizhong's eyes fell on the gate.

His face was in disbelief.

A guy walked in slowly with a bowl in his hand.

Meng Shaoyuan!
Meng Shaoyuan was holding a bowl of wontons. He smiled and walked to Han Haizhong and put the wontons in front of Han Haizhong:
"Mr. Han, you only ate half of the wontons just now, so I ordered another bowl for you."

(End of this chapter)