Chapter 922

At night, the city lights up. It turned out to be the best time for tea and supper business, but the "Luyu teahouse" on the 28th floor of the international trade building, located in the downtown area, is still open for business, but it is very cold and quiet. Inside and outside, there are many serious and unsmiling people in black. These people just stand with a straight face and don't sit down, which makes people feel very strange. Even the tea guests who want to come for entertainment can't help turning around and leaving as soon as they come in and see such a scene.

Yang Xiaobao took a look at the stone carving signboard at the gate of "Luyu teahouse" and stood still. Seal characters are hard to recognize. Yang Xiaobao's ink is limited, so he doesn't know these four characters very well. He's a little uncertain whether it's this place or not.

Looking up at the glass door of the teahouse, Yang Xiaobao immediately realized that it was the right place. This group of Japanese bird people always like to play this tune. They make a big fuss about a little bit of nonsense. They look very serious. It seems that this is the only way to fulfill their duties. In fact, they do serious work, but they don't show up.

Seeing that Yang Xiaobao was walking towards the teahouse, a man in black stepped forward quickly, opened the glass door for him, bowed himself and made a gesture of "please come in". In Chinese, he said, "Mr. Yang, please come in."

Yang Xiaobao quickly glanced at the people in black standing full in the hall of the tea room and said sarcastically, "it seems that you not only have contracted the whole restaurant, but also have contracted the work of the waiter and doorman. You are really model customers."

The man in black laughed awkwardly and continued to say abruptly, "Mr. Yang, Mr. Matsumoto is waiting for you in the VIP Hall."

Yang Xiaobao nodded and strode in.

When you open the wooden door of the VIP Hall, you can see an antique small square table. A small, dry, middle-aged man with a small beard kneels behind the table. It's Matsumoto.

When he saw Yang Xiaobao come in, he touched the corner of his mouth and seemed to smile. Then he reached out and made a gesture of please, pointing to the opposite cushion: "Mr. Yang, please sit down."

But Yang Xiaobao did not sit down. He turned his head and said to the man in black standing at the door, "take the chair."

The man in black was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what Yang Xiaobao meant. There was a cushion on the floor. Why did he want to sit in a chair?

Matsumoto's face was slightly heavy, and he said coldly, "Mr. Yang, this is our site. Please take the mat as you please."

Yang Xiaobao sneered and turned out a big white eye: "you are a daydream, aren't you? This is clearly China, OK? When did it become the territory of your Japanese people? If you want the lobbyists to follow the rules of the Lord, then I am the master - you should follow the rules of China. You Japanese like to sit on your knees. We don't have this hobby. "

Matsumoto's eyes flashed a trace of anger, then forbeared, coldly said: "Nakamura, you just according to Mr. Yang's meaning, get him a chair."

The young man in black named Nakamura trotted out immediately, and soon brought a high back chair to Yang Xiaobao and stuffed it under his ass. Yang Xiaobao leaned back comfortably on the chair, cocked up his legs, lit a cigarette leisurely, and looked down at the one sitting on the opposite side of the coffee table, looking relaxed and casual, without any psychological burden of being in danger.

"Let's get to the point. I've spent so much time asking you out for tea. I want to ask you for some advice. " Matsumoto was born thin and short, and looked a little bit obscene. He knelt down and sat down, and looked up at Yang Xiaobao when he wanted to speak. He felt very uncomfortable.

"For advice?" Hearing what the other party said so politely, Yang Xiaobao couldn't help frowning and sneering. His past experience in dealing with Inoue Kuan and others tells him that the more polite these Japanese people are to you on the surface, the more sinister and vicious their plans are.

But it's just a trivial matter. Matsumoto put up with his stomach full of discomfort, frowned and took out a long prepared list from his arms. He patted it in front of Yang Xiaobao with no expression on his face and said coldly, "Mr. Yang, as long as you answer all the questions listed in this list one by one, we are satisfied with the answers. We will send you and your friends away safely. "

Yang Xiaobao took the list in his hand and scanned it casually and quickly. It's a long list. It's covered with two A4 sheets of paper. There are no less than 30 questions from the beginning to the end. All of them inquire about the important secrets of Chinese military intelligence.

What makes him particularly alert is that each of these 30 questions is extremely targeted. How to ask questions accurately is often more important than how to answer them accurately. This extremely unusual phenomenon is enough to show that the Japanese are still determined after Inoue Kuan and his disciple Kimura fell down one after another, and their spying on the important military intelligence of China has not stopped.

"Mr. Yang, these questions may be a little too many. You can recall them carefully and answer them slowly. We're ready. There's plenty of time. " Matsumoto finished with a clap, and immediately a man in black came in with a computer bag.

Without saying a word, the man opened his computer bag, took out a laptop and put it on the desk. He was ready to take dictation shorthand. It was almost the same as the interrogation of prisoners taking notes. The only difference was that the prisoners were put on trial in handcuffs and shackles in the cell, while Yang Xiaobao was sitting in a comfortable tea room with fragrant tea.

"Please, Mr. Yang." Matsumoto's bark like face, smiling, wrinkled into a chrysanthemum.

Yang Xiaobao folded up the list of questions, put it in his pocket, and said with a smile, "Mr. Matsumoto, you have listed too many and too detailed questions, I just can't remember them for a day and a half. Or shall I take this list back with me, think it out slowly, and give it to you when I have finished my answer? "

The implication of this statement is that it is clear that it will not answer any question. And not only will he not answer, he will take back the list of questions from the Japanese side and submit it to the Chinese intelligence department for review and study.

This two-piece question list is an important intelligence material in itself. From the list, we can judge what the Japanese side has mastered and which intelligence they are most interested in from the Chinese side. If you really let Yang Xiaobao take this list away, it will be that stealing chicken will not eat rice.

Matsumoto is not a fool, of course, to understand Yang Xiaobao's meaning, suddenly changed his face. By this time, there is no need for modesty and politeness on the surface. He waved with a cold face. Four young men in black rushed in from outside the room. They surrounded Yang Xiaobao from left to right. They looked at each other fiercely.

"Arrogant and stupid Chinese, do you really think you can go?" Matsumoto gave a scornful sneer, looked at Yang Xiaobao sarcastically and said, "you dare to come here alone. That's arrogance. It's stupid to come and leave without leaving anything. Arrogance is wrong. Stupidity is two mistakes. You have made two mistakes in a row. Can you expect a good ending? "

"You said one less thing." Yang Xiaobao laughed and looked at Matsumoto with sympathy. He said faintly, "I'm not only not going to stay, but also ready to take something from you."

Matsumoto, like hearing an extremely funny joke, laughed and said, "so what do you want to take away? Take your friends with you, and the list of questions I gave you? You think too much, don't you? I hope you're not stupid enough to count on your rear reinforcements.

I can tell you frankly that not only your friend surnamed Qi fell into our hands, but also the whole tea room was controlled by us from top to bottom by more than 30 employees. Otherwise, why do you think we need to serve you tea and water in person? If you want to blame the manager of this teahouse for being too illiterate, he refused to take the staff out obediently... "

Yang Xiaobao's face is expressionless, his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and he is leisurely breathing out cigarette rings, as if he has never heard what Matsumoto said.

When Matsumoto was proud, he continued with a smile: "with so many hostages in hand, even if you can be so cruel that you don't care, the Chinese government can't care. Since you care, you can't do this to us. So from the beginning, we were invincible. It's ridiculous that you're still here trying to take your friends and this list! "

At the moment, the elated Japanese are not only Matsumoto Kiyoshi, but also the four Japanese agents who are waiting for an order from Yang Xiaobao, and then they can't help smiling.

It's very common for the intelligence departments of two countries that don't deal with each other to fight openly and secretly. Even if they use knives and guns secretly, it's nothing to kill some secret agents. However, flagrantly violating the life safety of the common people means breaking the rules, and the consequences are very serious. Matsumoto also knows that his practice is indeed insidious, but it is effective enough, which is completely enough.

"You are wrong." With a cold smile on his face, Yang Xiaobao said slowly, "what I said is to take something away, not including my friend surnamed Qi. First, he is not a thing. Second, I will let him walk away without taking me. As for that list of questions, it's not that important - because I want to take you! Throwing you in the interrogation room is no better than a list menu? "