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Chapter 23 23. Still follow up with this ability!
Yang Denghuan sat at the table, took a mouthful of wontons and sesame seed cakes, heaved a sigh of relief after eating them, they were quite sweet, he did not look at the man in gray at all, and concentrated on eating the wontons.He didn't seem to be eating slowly, but when the Shanxi old customer who came later than him finished two bowls and checked out, there was still less than half of Yang Denghuan's bowl.

Finally, Yang Denghuan finished eating the wontons in the bowl. Hui Yi thought he was going to leave, so he poked his head out from the corner. Yang Denghuan seemed to be unsatisfied, and said loudly: "One more bowl! Put more shrimp skin seaweed, more chili and coriander, and more wontons."

The stall owner laughed and said, "This man is really good at joking, I might as well serve you two bowls." As he spoke, he quickly filled another bowl and brought it over.

Yang Denghuan also laughed, as if he was quite proud of his sense of humor, picked up his chopsticks and started eating wontons again.

Just after eating a few of the second bowl, Yang Denghuan saw a middle-aged man walking from the north of Zhushikou Street from afar.

The middle-aged man is about 40 years old. He wears a woolen top hat with a certain dress on his head, as if he is very afraid of the cold.

The middle-aged man was wearing a blue quilted robe and gown, which stretched up to his feet. Under his feet were a pair of thick brown cotton boots. Yang Denghuan clearly saw that the middle-aged man had a copy of "The Legend of the Swordsman in Shushan" under his arms.

Although the middle-aged man couldn't see the expression on his face, he looked around and looked very alert. After looking around a few times, the middle-aged man stepped into Wanghai Tea House.

This person should be the one he was connecting with. Yang Denghuan glanced at the watch on his wrist from the corner of his eyes, and it was five minutes to seven.

If the middle-aged person can't see himself at seven o'clock, according to the agreement, he will leave after 5 minutes, and at this time the next day, he will come to the same place again for a meeting.

The middle-aged man didn't have a tail behind him, and the man in gray who followed him didn't even pay attention to him. It seemed that the man in gray was only targeting himself, not this joint action.

When Yang Denghuan finished eating the wontons in his bowl, the middle-aged man came out of the Wanghai Tea House with "The Legend of the Swordsman in Shushan" between his hands.

After the middle-aged man left, Yang Denghuan burped contentedly, stood up, threw a copper dime on the table, and walked towards the south.

Zhushikou Street is known as "Northern Elegance and Southern Customs". Just a few steps to the south along the street, you will find the world-famous Tianqiao. There are all kinds of acrobatics, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras can be heard constantly from teahouses and theaters. Compared with the big theaters in the north, the price here is much cheaper. You can listen to a big show for [-] cents.

Because most of the Tianqiao performances are performed on the ground, it is quite disdainful by the artists on the north side of Zhushikou Street, but anyone who is capable is not willing to perform in "Daonan".

Most of them are poor people who are able to hang out on the overpass, and most of them are coolies, rickshaw pullers or porters. These people who rely on their strength to eat work hard all day, and at night, spending a few pennies to watch the excitement can be regarded as the happiest time of the day.

Although it was past seven o'clock and the sky was completely dark, there were still many entertainers lighting up the sky bridge to perform, and there were also many people onlookers, and bursts of cheers came from the crowd from time to time.

Yang Denghuan shuttled back and forth among the crowd, as if he was interested in everything, he gave two points for looking at one side, and three points for looking at that side, even if he didn't give money, he was willing to say hello twice.

The man in gray at the back followed Yang Denghuan steadfastly, the distance between them was no more than five or six meters, and he was afraid that there would be too many people and Yang Denghuan would be lost after him.

Look at this kid's posture, he should be a novice, Yang Denghuan thought to himself, he deliberately slowed down his pace, and would yell loudly from time to time to attract the attention of the man in gray, lest he might not be able to keep up with him.

Of course, Yang Denghuan was not thinking about how to shake his "tail", but wanted to lead him to a secluded place naturally for a good trial.

According to the tracking technique of the man in gray, Yang Denghuan was sure that this person would definitely not be a spy sent by Cao Youguang.

This made Yang Denghuan even more curious, if it wasn't Cao Youguang's person, then who was this gray-clothed man?What is his intention after following him?

You have to ask more clearly!Yang Denghuan made up his mind and stopped at the entrance of a theater, looking carefully at the hanging water sign.

"Tianqiao Ma Lianliang and Liang Yiming starred in "Lost in the Sky"..." Yang Denghuan seemed to be talking to himself, reading the words on the water sign.

"Welcome to the theater, there are literary and martial arts, white knives go in, red knives come out, it's very lively, two cents a piece, two cents a piece!" A helper at the door, holding a large stack of theater tickets in his hand, yelled vigorously, letting customers in.

"Twenty cents a piece is really not expensive. If Boss Ma performed in Ruifeng Building, it would be at least an ocean." Yang Denghuan shook his head as he spoke, as if disappointed and said: "But it's a pity today, I really don't have time."

When Yang Denghuan was speaking, he turned sideways and looked at the man in gray out of the corner of his eye. This guy was hiding in the crowd of people watching fork juggling and staring at him.

Yang Deng left the studio with a smile, turned a few turns, and turned into Baishun Alley.

Baishun Hutong is another well-known, narrow street, full of beautiful and skilled women, waving handkerchiefs of various colors sprinkled with inferior perfumes from time to time to attract business.

"Master, long time no see, don't look for Cuixi today, come and praise my show!"

"My lord, don't look at it, you will be blinded if you look at it again. It is better to be a family than to pick a thousand. We are old-fashioned in both flood and drought..."

"Stop the car and have sex with Fenglin Wan, my little sister is red in February Flower..."

There are bursts of cordial invitations, and the fragrance of cosmetic powder that comes out from time to time makes people feel like falling into a dream.

Yang Denghuan was very interested, his eyes were chattering around, as if he was picking out products, but he didn't seem to be interested in any of them, so he walked straight through Baishun Hutong, turned east and west, and turned into Shaanxi Lane.

Compared with Baishun Hutong, Shanxi Alley is much more luxurious in style, and the houses on the roadside look much neater, most of which are in the Xieshan style. Almost every house has a big red courtyard door. Although there are no women at the door, the red lantern hanging high above the door shows that it is open for business.

Yang Denghuan didn't seem to have enough eyesight, he looked around greedily, and turned into a more remote alley.

The man in gray followed Yang Denghuan all the way, and when he saw him turning into the narrow alley, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.He is quite familiar with the streets and alleys near the overpass, and he knows that most of the alleys in this alley are part-time secret doors.

It turns out that this grandson's good mouth made my legs thin.Unsuspecting, the man in gray turned into the small alley.

As soon as he turned into the alley, a fist as big as a sand bowl came to meet him. The eyes of the man in gray went dark, and he fell backwards straight.

Xiao Mian, with this ability, he is still tracking!Grandma!Yang Denghuan looked at the man in gray who was lying straight on the ground, sneered, and said to himself.

(End of this chapter)