Kentaro Miyazaki looked around Stiepunk's car and exclaimed a few times from time to time.
Even Pang Yuanju, who was not very happy to meet Miyazaki twice, was also attracted by this Steepunk at this moment. The two of them also commented on the spotless Steepunk at the door and expressed their respective opinions.
Toshihiko Okada watched coldly. Although he admitted that Citigroup's Steepunk car is indeed very beautiful, he was not very interested in luxury cars.
"Mr. Gong, are you still satisfied with this car?" said Toshihiko Okada.
"Satisfied, very satisfied." Cheng Qianfan said happily. He touched the vehicle, "It would be better if it wasn't black."
"What does it mean?" Toshihiko Okada asked in confusion.
"I once saw a brown-red Stypunk in Shanghai and I like it very much." Cheng Qianfan said.
"asshole."
"I arranged for Pang Yuanju to find a way to help you get Stie Punk, to support you to further please Chu Mingyu, not to satisfy your personal preferences!" Okada Toshihiko called Kentaro Miyazaki to the office and scolded him.
"You must always remember that you are an agent of the Great Japanese Empire, and don't indulge in enjoyment."
Cheng Qianfan was scolded by Toshihiko Okada and could only apologize in shame, saying that he would never forget his mission.
A few minutes later, watching Kentaro Miyazaki leave with joy in his heart, Toshihiko Okada couldn't help but shake her head and snorted coldly.
In this matter, Kentaro Miyazaki was suspected of trying to please Chu Mingyu and asked the Mei agency to help him get Stie Punk.
Nothing else, just now Kentaro Miyazaki subconsciously said that he didn't like black, which actually exposed his true thoughts-
The first thing he thought of was to use Stie Punk himself, rather than the vehicle he was really willing to prepare for Chu Mingyu.
As Chu Mingyu, especially during the current Nanjing talks, it is not suitable for the unique color of the vehicle such as brown and red.
...
Cheng Qianfan rolled down the car window and the speed was not slow. The wind outside the window blew in, blew the ends of his hair.
He deliberately "subconsciously" expressed his dissatisfaction with the color of the vehicle.
There is only one purpose, creating the consideration that he had never considered handing over this car to Chu Mingyu for negotiating the car of the convoy.
Cheng Qianfan is the most convinced of the creed of preparing for the future. He believes that doing homework in details in advance is exhausted, but you will never know which detail is ready to save your life at critical moments.
...
"Is this the car that Cheng Qianfan went to the car business again and again and finally fell in love with?" Dingmutun stood by the window and looked into the yard.
"Yes." Tong Xueyong said, "It is said that this is a car from Citiland, called Steepunk."
He also looked into the yard, and Cheng Qianfan stood beside the front of the car, showing off his car to the agents around him who came to watch the car.
"It can be seen that Mr. Cheng likes this car very much." Tong Xueyong said with a smile, "But he will be reluctant to leave it later."
"Hahaha." Cymmuntun said with a smile, "Yes, for those who like cars, the car they have to be given out as soon as they get it, which is like sending the bride to another bed."
Cheng Qianfan went to the car dealer yesterday morning and then to the car dealer again in the afternoon, which naturally attracted the attention of the agents who were monitoring him.
The news that Tong Xueyong sent someone to inquire was that Cheng Qianfan fell in love with a car at the ideal car shop. It is said that the car was also quite liked by Secretary-General Chu, so Cheng Qianfan repeatedly urged the car shop to deliver the car earlier.
...
Cheng Qianfan got on the car and started the vehicle.
He sat in the cab, poked his head out of the window, and continued to introduce (boast) to the onlookers. From the engine of the vehicle, to the shape of the body, to the comfort of the seat, he was talking and spitting everywhere.
"If you don't say anything else, just this car horn." As he said that, Cheng Qianfan sounded the horn, "I have driven so many cars, but there is no such a nice horn."
...
"Who is honking the horn?" Chu Mingyu raised his arm to make it easier for Liu Xia to tidy up his long gown. He heard the horn sound and frowned and asked, "There is no rules."
Liu Xia handed the cold hat to Chu Mingyu, and she picked up the phone and microphone and said casually, "I'll ask."
"Hey, this is Secretary-General Chu's office, who is honking the horn?"
"Okay, I get it."
Liu Xia put down the phone and microphone, couldn't help but smile and said, "Secretary-General, it's Cheng Qianfan, he is showing off his car."
"Show off... Is it Steepunk?" Chu Mingyu was slightly surprised, then looked surprised, "Let's go, take a look."
...
"I tell you, this car is very modern even in Shanghai." Cheng Qianfan talked with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Sir Jason from the Public Concession Works Department has a Steepunk, which is brown and red, and that's fashionable." He tsk out and squeezed his eyes. "The car was driving out, and the little girl cried and shouted to get in."
The agents laughed, obviously very interested in the topic that Mr. Xiao Cheng said.
"Cough cough." Chu Mingyu coughed lightly, "Qianfan."
The cigarette that Cheng Qianfan bit fell. He heard the sound and quickly drove the car door out of the car, looking very happy, "Secretary-General, the car is back, how do you want to try?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Mingyu was very moved, but he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and was about to set off to the venue.
"Secretary-General." Cheng Qianfan patted the front of the car, "I just drove around and felt very wonderful."
The corners of his mouth raised, and his eyebrows were dancing. He suddenly glanced at Liu Xia who was following Chu Mingyu with his bag. He blinked, "Secretary-General is going out."
The joy in Cheng Qianfan's eyes flashed, "Don't worry, Secretary-General, I'll drive out for a few more times and check the vehicle. You're back and use it with peace of mind."
Chu Mingyu, who had already had the idea of ​​"test drive" at this time, felt unhappy when he heard what his nephew said.
Looking at the new and shiny, extraordinary Steepunk, Chu Mingyu felt itchy. When he thought that he had come back from the venue in the afternoon, he might have been able to get enough car, Chu Mingyu felt a little uncomfortable.
"Secretary-General, we are ready to set off." Chu Mingyu's driver Du Weiming came over and shouted.
"Little Du." Chu Mingyu pointed at Du Weiming, "Driving this car."
"Ah?" Cheng Qianfan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Chu Mingyu to make such arrangements. He was still secretly happy that he could "enjoy" this car for a while and was obviously a little caught off guard.
Seeing Cheng Qianfan's appearance, Chu Mingyu was satisfied.
He loved luxury cars and beauties, but he was not so impatient. However, when he saw the little thought of this nephew in front of him that "it seemed generous, but actually hoped that he would play with the car secretly after he went out, he enjoyed the feeling of exposing his nephew's little calculations.
"Secretary-General." Du Weiming was a little wild.
"Okay." Chu Mingyu suddenly pointed at Cheng Qianfan, "Qianfan, you come and drive today."
"Ah?" Cheng Qianfan was stunned.
"Ah what?" Chu Mingyu snorted.
"What's stupid?" Liu Xia also smiled charmingly and quickly kicked Cheng Qianfan with her toes, "Thank you, Secretary-General."
"Thank you, Secretary-General." Cheng Qianfan suddenly realized, was very happy, and hurriedly thanked him.
...
Everyone around also looked at Cheng Qianfan with envy.
Secretary-General Chu is obviously referring to Ctrip Qianfan:
This is to take Cheng Qianfan to the Nanjing talks venue. Not to mention anything else, but to show off at the venue, this is an extraordinary qualification.
Of course, the most important thing is that this shows that Cheng Qianfan has gained Chu Mingyu's trust, which is the most critical signal.
...
"This car is really good." Chu Mingyu sat in the back seat, touched the seat leather, and nodded with satisfaction.
What he was most satisfied with was the interior space of this Steepunk. He was tall and big, and some cars felt frustrated when they sat in, and the space of this car made him quite satisfied.
"Uncle Chu." Cheng Qianfan's eyes were still moved. He glanced at the reflector and said, "Your intention to support your nephew, and your nephew is heartfelt, but will this..."
"If you want to drive, you can drive." Chu Mingyu glared at the back of Cheng Qianfan's head, "You are someone Mr. Wang has met."
"Mr. Wang has gone to the crowd." Liu Xia said with a smile, "Qianfan, remember, please be more effective than anything else to please the Secretary-General."
"What are you talking about?" Chu Mingyu was angry.
"Sister Xia, I remember it." Cheng Qianfan agreed.
He skillfully activates the steering wheel and according to the guard's command, he parks the vehicle steadily at the 'starting ground'.
At this moment, cars drove over one after another in the ‘departure ground’.
All of them are Citroen cars, with the same black vehicles lined up in line.
Cheng Qianfan took a look at the vehicles and knew that Wang Baihai and his wife were in one of the cars, but all the cars were pulled on the curtains and there was no way to explore them.
He was nervous. For today's action, he had already achieved the ultimate goal, and he was just missing the last piece to make the move.
He was worried that Chu Mingyu's Steepunk car would be asked to replace the vehicle because it was an "alternative".
He was worried, but Cheng Qianfan's expression was as calm as he looked at the reflector. He saw Chu Mingyu closing his eyes to rest, so he remained quiet, looking calm as if he was waiting to set off.
Tang Pei, who was in charge of the convoy's guards, counted the vehicles at the "departure ground". A man next to him held a folder and used a pen to check the vehicle code behind the vehicle code.
"What's going on with that car?" Tang Pei asked in a low voice.
Steepunk was mixed in more than a dozen Citroen, all of which were black vehicles, and at first glance they almost didn't see anything strange.
"Director, that's Secretary Chu's car."
Tang Pei glanced at the car again, and finally nodded, without saying anything more. He waved his hand and said, "Take according to the established plan."
The gate of Tiger Bridge Prison is open.
There are four cars in a group, and they come out in a row.
"Qianfan, follow that car." Chu Mingyu suddenly said.
"Yes!" Cheng Qianfan nodded, stepped on the accelerator and followed a car.
There is nothing unusual about the appearance of this car from other vehicles. However, Cheng Qianfan followed behind the vehicle and immediately noticed the "characteristics" of this car with his keen observation:
There are two-cent nickel-sized scratches under the taillights on the back of the vehicle, which are not conspicuous and cannot be seen without careful look.
If we take this point, this should be considered a vehicle with subtle flaws in appearance. Who would have thought that Mr. Wang would choose such a car?
...
Sixteen cars were divided into four convoys and drove out of the prison gate.
Outside the gate, eight Japanese three-wheelers were already waiting to take their seats.
Each convoy has three wheels with arms around the front and back of the Japanese military police armbands and the rear.
Cheng Qianfan's eyes shrank.
He didn't understand what caused this change:
A few days ago, when Wang Baihai's convoy set off, there was no Japanese military police accompanying him to guard him.
What does the Japanese smell?
Or is it that today's talks are very special, so Japan has improved its security guard level?
Cheng Qianfan didn't know the reason behind this.
However, it is obvious that the three rounds of Japanese military police joining the two sides will add considerable difficulties to possible assassination operations.
Yes, it's just 'the assassination that might come'.
After sending the secret message to his home in Shanghai, Cheng Qianfan could only wait. He waited alone and made all preparations alone. As for whether Zhou Ru successfully deciphered the secret message? Did Chongqing successfully receive the secret message? And after receiving the order from the Chongqing headquarters, can Nanjing successfully gather its forces to launch an assassination operation in such a tight time?
These are unknowns.
Thinking of this, Cheng Qianfan suddenly felt longing for Ruolan, Xiaobao, Xiaozhima, Lao Huang, sister, Comrade Lu Dazhang, etc.
If everything goes well, maybe 'Cheng Qianfan, a traitor from the French Concession in Shanghai, is about to die in the upcoming assassination of the traitors of the Wang family's big and small'.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, for Ruolan and others who are still in Shanghai, he died in this way by the assassination from the Military Control Commission, which is actually a good thing.
Cheng Qianfan raised a smile on his lips, and a long sigh in his heart.
The whole person seemed to have felt much more relaxed in an instant.
He has always been too tired.
"What are you thinking about?" Chu Mingyu noticed the smile of his nephew and quipped.
"I remembered Xiao Sesame." Cheng Qianfan said with a smile, his eyes full of longing and joy for his son. "I don't know if I'll know you when I go back in the past few days."
"The child is my father, and blood is thicker than water. Let's spend more time with the child when he goes back." Chu Mingyu sighed, "I feel very relieved to see that you have already started a family and started a career. I still remember that when I first met you in Shanghai, my child was arrogant and wanted to fight with me for a drink."
"No, Uncle Chu talked nonsense." Cheng Qianfan showed an embarrassment and said quickly.
...
Time goes back three minutes.
The Wang convoy left the Tiger Bridge Prison and drove in three directions. There was a convoy on the east and west sides, and two convoys on the south side were eight cars traveling together.
"Finished." Xiao Kun put down the telescope in his hand. He said to Chang Xiaoyi next to him excitedly, "Call the signal and leave Dashiqiao Road, the car is heading towards Yushi Street, four cars, and the second one is raised."
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