Fang Shiqi has been consulting and prescribing medicine. I have a little free time, and I will communicate with the shopkeeper of the pharmacy.

Everything looks normal.

Fang Buwei was not in a hurry.

He guessed that in addition to informing his superiors of the information on the activities of spies in Hong Kong City, Fang Shiqi must also ask for instructions on whether to go to Nanyang.

This is not something that can be said clearly in one or two sentences, nine times out of ten, Fang Shiqi will report in person.

Otherwise, on the way to the pharmacy, he would casually find an opportunity to pass on the information.

Fang Buwei dismantled the rickshaw into a pile of parts and took 20 minutes. But it took an hour to put it up.

This was done with the help of two kind drivers passing by.

It was estimated that the time was almost up, so Fang Buwei was ready to go to the pharmacy to have a look. As soon as I got up, I saw a man in his early thirties sitting under the telephone pole opposite.

In this hour and a half, there were many people who stayed under the telephone pole, and as long as there was no strange movement, Fang Buwei generally didn't care.

The man was ordinary-looking, wearing a short brown coat, and he didn't look around when he sat there, but just lit a cigarette, smoked it, and left.

Waiting for the man to leave, Fang Buwei glanced at it from a distance, and the mark on the wall was gone!

This person is definitely not unintentional.

Because Fang Buwei didn't see how he erased the mark at all.

Glancing in the direction the man left, the street leading to the drugstore.

Fang Buwei pulled the rickshaw that made a "bang" and followed far behind.

When he was about to arrive at the drugstore, the man slipped into a trading house.

Fang Buwei did not stop, pulling a rickshaw past the door.

Even if this person is here to connect with his father, Fang Buwei is not prepared to waste props.

He just had to keep an eye on Fang Shiqi.

Fang Buwei continued to walk forward, and when he was still about ten meters away from the pharmacy, he saw a shady place on a street corner, where several rickshaws were lined up, and several drivers were sitting there to rest.

It is diagonally opposite the drugstore.

Fang Buwei also parked the car.

"Brother, is your car broken?" A coachman looked at Fang Buwei's broken car and said with a teasing smile.

The coachman spoke Cantonese official dialect, and Fang Buwei could still understand it.

Fang Buwei nodded.

Seeing that Fang Buwei's interest was not high, several coachmen thought that his car was broken down and he couldn't get out of work and were unhappy, so they ignored him anymore.

The sun was a little big, and just walking with an empty car made me sweat. He took off his coat and draped it over himself, while he sat on the handlebars and fanned himself with his hat.

A few coachmen knew each other, and they were blowing nonsense there. Although Fang Buwei could understand, he couldn't speak, so he didn't follow along.

He felt that the difficulty of learning Cantonese was no lower than that of English.

Fang Shiqi was fine there. In addition to the normal consultation, Fang Buwei only heard him get up and relieve his hands once.

But Fang Buwei didn't expect that the man who had wiped the mark appeared again.

The man's short coat was gone, and he was shirtless. Pushing a wheelbarrow with both hands piled up with a pile of groceries inside.

"Brother Shan, are you going to make cakes today?" Fang Bu shouted for a coachman in front of him.

"What month has it stopped?" The guy replied.

It turned out to be an acquaintance of this piece, so coincidentally?

Does Fang Shiqi know the details of this person?

Waiting for the guy to push the cart by, a few coachmen chatted, and Fang Buwei heard it.

The man is a guy from a foreign firm. His boss believes in Buddhism, and he will give alms on the fifteenth day of the new year.

But by industry, on the first day of this month, that is, today, it is the turn of the rickshaw driver.

There are not many things, just one bite to eat, but in this era, it is enough to live people.

This routine is somewhat familiar.

Fang Buwei concluded that if this foreign bank was a den of espionage organizations, then Bacheng was opened by the underground party.

The Secret Service would not have used such a cumbersome and time-consuming method to gather intelligence.

They generally take money and sell police, township parties, and even officials.

After that, the guy passed back and forth in front of Fang Buwei three times.

When I came back, it was empty, and when it used to be, the wheelbarrow was piled up with miscellaneous items, and it seemed that it was being transported.

Fang Buwei noticed that when this guy passed by, he would look around the pharmacy from time to time.

On the last trip, he stopped and chatted with a few coachmen, but most of his eyes stayed at the door of the pharmacy.

Hell if that's fine.

The guy was clearly just observing.

After chatting for a while, it should be time, the guy beckoned a few coachmen to go to the door of the foreign store to get food, and Fang Buwei naturally followed behind.

It is not far from the pharmacy, at most fifty or sixty meters. But at the wrong street corner, at the door of a foreign company, there is a neat row of rickshaws. Two well-dressed women were handing out bread to the coachman.

The drivers who had received the cakes all sat neatly on the side of the road and nibbled on the cakes, and after eating first, they would solemnly thank the two women and pull the rickshaw away.

Fang Buwei followed the coachmen and was at the back.

The man threw the car at the door, entered the business house by himself, and said hello to the two women before entering. It seemed that he was nodding his head, but Fang Buwei didn't hear a hint of humility in his tone.

A few minutes later, the man came out again. Fang Buwei walked forward along the line, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man turn into the pharmacy.

This goes to the joint?

Just when Fang Buwei was stunned, a crisp voice interrupted him.

"It's your turn......"

Fang Buwei looked up subconsciously, and a woman in her early twenties, as glamorous as a peach and plum, stood in front of him, holding a piece of baked cake wrapped in oiled paper in her hand.

The woman spoke the real official language, and was obviously not a local.

It turned out to be his turn.

"Sorry for ......"

Fang Buwei took the cake, bent over, lowered his head, and said two words of thanks.

Damn, why are you stunned?

Fang Buwei held the cake and sat down on the side of the road along the line.

The cake is sorghum and purple in color, not ordinary porcelain.

But for people in this era, it is a great blessing to have something to eat.

Fang Buwei bit at the same time, listening to Fang Shiqi's movements.

When Fang Buwei's bread was almost finished, he heard the man's voice.

"Where's the discomfort?" Fang Shiqi asked as usual, and his tone was unchanged from before.

"Doctor, I'm here to prescribe medicine on behalf of someone else...... the guy replied.

"Oh!" Fang Shiqi responded, "What's your name!" ”

When the old customer finishes taking the medicine, it is normal to ask someone to bring the medicine, and it is often encountered by doctors.

"Haven't seen it with you before......" the guy replied.

"What are the symptoms of the patient, and what medications are you going to prescribe?"

"Ren Dan ......," the guy replied.

"Just go to the shopkeeper and open it directly, why waste my time?"

Fang Buwei didn't expect that Fang Shiqi would be angry.

This is not attached to the painting style of the imaginary joint?

"Next ......"

Listening to the movement, Fang Shiqi directly picked up the guy.

The guy didn't get angry, said thank you to Fang Shiqi, and went to the shopkeeper to prescribe medicine.

A few minutes later, Fang Buwei saw the guy holding a paper bag in his hand. Went straight to the trading house.

The guy's move was obviously doing preliminary reconnaissance.

Fang Buwei sighed secretly.

It seems that Fang Shiqi's status in the organization is not high.

The nest was right under his nose, and he didn't even know it.

Fang is not suspicious, this should be related to Fang Shiqi's previous arrest in Shanghai.

Three or two mouthfuls stuffed the cake in their hands into their mouths, and Fang Buwei got up and entered the trading house.

Now that the goal has been determined, Fang Buwei is not ready to wait.

Size is a waste of a bug.

It is said to be a trading house, but it is actually a grocery store that sells everything.

When I went in, there were also a few coachmen who were picking things up inside.

Fang Buwei listened, there was indeed someone talking inside, and one of them was a man's voice. But with the door closed, and the noise of people in the shop, he couldn't hear what was being said inside.