At 3:00 pm.

Chu Mufeng and Xue Feng started to take a walk after lunch.

It is said to be a walk, but it is actually to understand the nearby terrain.

Chu Mufeng will never pretend to be someone else in this way.

As the saying goes, hearing is false, seeing is true, what can the data obtained from intelligence information?

If you don’t see it yourself, it’s just a matter of talking about it.

The most taboo thing in carrying out tasks is to talk about it on paper.

This bustling street is called Longxing Street in Xinjing City. There are shops on both sides of the street, some selling fine wine, some selling tea, some pubs and some are tramps.

In short, as long as it is a popular industry, there is no shortage here.

This afternoon is the busiest time again.

"Boss Cao, I heard that your second child is coming to our new capital, right?"

"Yes, he heard that I had made money here and had to come to do business, and he really thought that gold was everywhere here."

"Shopkeeper Tong, how is your business today?"

"Did you hear that something big happened in Fengtian City."

...

There were such discussions one after another. They spoke dialects from different places and spoke completely different accents, obviously from all over the country.

"It takes 345 steps from the Half Moon Bay Hotel to the Art Museum, and it takes ten minutes. If you run, you should save at least half of the time."

After Chu Mufeng secretly remembered this number, he started counting again.

After all, if the art gallery says it belongs to itself, it is the center of the circle, and everything must be done around the center of the circle, so it only needs to measure the pace and distance.

"The first one is a spice restaurant, the second one is a tavern, and the third one is a grocery store..."

"There is an electric rail car here..."

"The military police headquarters is ahead. It takes five hundred steps to get here in the painting gallery, and the approximately distance is four hundred meters."

"A such a distance will take at least one minute even if it is a sprint. The headquarters of the military police headquarters is the headquarters of the Special High School. The distance between the two should be about 400 meters."

"So it is 800 to 900 meters from the Painting Museum to the Special High School Headquarters. In this distance, there are twelve alleys on the left and right sides. If you have time, you have to go around where these alleys lead."

...

"The headquarters of the Special High School Course is ahead. The guards here are indeed very strict. Not to mention that there are more guards at the door than in other places, there are gatehouses on both sides of the left and right, and there are two machine guns inside."

"Cross firepower can definitely stop many people's steps, and it is definitely not a wise move to break through rashly!" Xue Feng whispered after glanced at the door.

"Don't worry, take a closer look!"

Chu Mufeng bought some gadgets from the stall, and after handing them to Xue Feng, the two of them walked into the teahouse opposite.

If you want to know the situation inside, watching it in the teahouse is naturally the best choice.

It’s strange that the headquarters of the Special High School Course actually allows such a two-story building on the opposite street. Are they not afraid of their arrangement being peeked out?

But when Chu Mufeng walked into the teahouse and arrived at the window on the second floor, he suddenly realized that even on the second floor here, he could not imagine seeing the scene opposite him.

This so-called special high school department headquarters actually uses a building in front to isolate everyone's sight, while their real administrative building is behind this building.

All others can see is a building.

"I've blocked it, what else can I see!" Xue Feng pouted speechlessly.

"A normal mind."

Chu Mufeng drank tea and looked at it slowly.

At this moment, suddenly, the sound of uniform footsteps came from the entrance of the Special High School Department, and then several cars drove out.

"This is the pervert Shibazaki Yuki's face is coming out again."

"Who said no! Every time he comes out, he will mobilize all his troops like this."

"There is no way, who made him a person from the special high school class, and he was also a Zhongzuo."

...

Judging from the location of Chu Mufeng, naturally, I couldn't see who was sitting in the car.

But he heard the discussions of the tea shops in the teahouse and learned that the person sitting in the car was Shibasaki Yuki, who was Nakasa from the Special High School.

According to his understanding, Zhong Zuo's level is already a veritable master in the special high school class.

He is a lustful person.

After Chu Mufeng secretly wrote down this, he left the teahouse slowly.

There is no point of observation left here, but it will attract attention if you leave it again.

After walking around the consultant meeting headquarters, he left and returned to the Banyue Bay Hotel.

As soon as I entered the hall, I saw Fukuyama Hana Tsubasa already waiting.

"Sir, you're back!" Fukuyama Hana Tsubasa hurriedly walked up and said with an anxious look on his face.

"Why, your matter is handled properly?" Chu Mufeng asked with a slightly raised eyebrows.

"Yes!"

Chu Mufeng saw the most embarrassing scene, so Fukuyama Huajun had no shame and said directly.

"I have contacted Kuroki Saburo as you told me. He promised me that as long as I take the money owed, I will give me the IOU immediately and will not cause trouble in the painting hall again."

"In addition, I have already contacted the Housing Management Bureau. As long as we have the money here, we can go and go through the procedures immediately. You see, why don't we go and do it now, so that you can also live there directly, so as to save yourself from staying in a hotel again!"

"Go now?"

Chu Mufeng pondered for a while and said slowly: "No problem. If you say you have done everything here, I will accompany you."

"But we have to go to the Housing Management Bureau to transfer the property first, and then I want you to explain clearly to Kuroki Saburo in front of me. If you can do it, we will trade it now. If you can't do it, please give yourself a try."

"no problem!"

Fukuyama Hana Tsubasaki nodded impatiently. He really didn't want to see that bastard Kuroki Saburo again, and just wanted to take the money and return home quickly.

As long as he can achieve this goal, he can even ask for less money. Because he knew that if he really said that if he was exhausted like this, he would probably not even be able to get a penny even if the gallery sold it.

"Then let's go!"

Not to mention that Fukuyama Hanatsu is still a little embarrassed in Xinjing City, the procedures will be completed soon.

Chu Mufeng also took 400 yen and handed over it. As for the rest, he had to wait until he saw Kuroki Saburo.

Is it trivial?

Yes, this kind of triviality is what you want.

Chu Mufeng is now an island businessman. He is a person who comes to Xinjing City to find some ways to do business. If he doesn't do things like this, he will be very happy to take out the money directly.

Such an error may seem nothing at first glance, but if you are known later, you will follow the clues and doubt his identity.

After all, this is a territory for islanders.

So Chu Mufeng naturally needs to be more cautious, rather tedious than being suspected.

In the gallery.

When Chu Mufeng followed Fukuyama Hana Tsubasabu, Kuroki Saburo was already standing at the door of the door where a few ronin people were here. When he saw these two people, his face was a little strange.

"Keimu, where is my IOU? Now I will give me the IOU and I will give you the money!" Fukuyama Hanatsu said to the point.

"Yoxi, I didn't expect you to have such great courage to sell the art gallery. What I didn't expect was that someone really dared to come and take over your business."

"Okay, I'll give you an IOU, we'll have to settle the two!"

Kuroki Saburo is seeking money. As long as he can get money, everything is easy to say, so he simply handed over the IOU.

"Okay OK!"

Fukuyama Hana Tsubasa suddenly felt a new life, so he quickly took the IOU over and said happily: "Kuroki, from this moment on, this painting museum will be the gentleman."

"I hope the holidays between you and him can be written off. Sir, can you give me the final payment now?"

"Take it!"

Chu Mufeng did not procrastinate anymore and readily handed over the remaining money, and then he turned over to Hei Mu again.

"Sure, then there is nothing I have to do here. I'll leave first, two of you!"

Fukuyama Hana Tsubasa turned around and left without looking back. As for the pictures and the like here, those are not worth it.

Now he just wants to take a boat immediately and return to the island country town and never come again.

Kuroki Saburo shook the stack of yen up and down, and his eyes looked at Chu Mufeng with a provocation.

"Hey, what's your name? Can you tell me?"

"Endo Yangping!" Chu Mufeng said lightly.
To be continued...