Just as Yang Xiaobao was chatting with tengyeyuan, he opened two big tables of rich food and wine in the big private room of a restaurant opposite the gate of the city hospital. The waiter pushed open the door and was stunned to see the scene in the private room. No one sat down on the two tables. More than 20 men in suits stood upright beside the table, all with serious faces. The food and wine on the table didn't even move their chopsticks. This strange atmosphere is not like a dinner party, but just like a meal after the funeral.

A middle-aged man with a gloomy face was pacing anxiously back and forth. He seemed to be thinking about something important. When he saw the waiter break in, he seemed to think of something, and his eyebrows suddenly stretched out.

He nodded at the waiter, deliberately slowing down the tone, said: "Hello, I ask you a little help."

"You said The waiter nodded. If the guests have needs, they should try their best to satisfy them.

"Do you know the hospital opposite?" The middle-aged man opened the curtain of the private room and pointed to a red cross sign on the building across the road.

"Yes, municipal hospital." The waiter nodded with a smile, thinking that this is not nonsense? I'm not blind. I work here every day and I don't know the hospital.

The middle-aged man nodded and asked in a deep voice, "then I want to ask you again, did many police cars drive to the hospital this morning?"

"There is such a thing." The waiter tilted his head and recalled, "our restaurant is close to the hospital. Doctors and patients who are not used to eating in the canteen often order meals here. It's just a few steps away. We don't specialize in delivery. The waiters deliver them by themselves. When I went to the hospital to deliver tea this morning, I saw a lot of police cars... By the way, by the way, why do you ask this? "

At this point, the waiter suddenly became a little alert. What are these strange people doing to inquire about the whereabouts of the police? How can a decent citizen care about the police.

The middle-aged man's eyes twinkled, and he laughed with pity: "just ask. Oh, by the way, you just said that your restaurant provides meal delivery service, right? "

The waiter nodded uneasily.

The middle-aged man smiles, points to the table full of wine and vegetables, speaks a very strange Mandarin, and says: "then I'd like to ask you to make some dishes and help me to the inpatient department building of the opposite hospital. By the way, help me to see how many policemen are there, and also pay attention to whether there are plain clothes. If there are, a few, write down the number

No matter how stupid the waiters are, they understand that these people are not good at fault. They are mostly lawless people who are ready to do nothing good. They say that they are delivering food, but they actually want to step on the plate for them. It's one thing to inquire about things, but it's another to help stampede. It's getting into trouble. The waiter was flustered and shook his hands: "no, I can't, I can't, I don't know anything, I can't recognize the police, and I can't recognize plain clothes."

The middle-aged man gave a little smile and motioned to one of his subordinates, who immediately took out a small stack of red banknotes from his pocket and put them on the table in front of the waiter. He could see dozens of them.

"As long as you deliver this meal for us, these will be your tips." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Money moves people's hearts. These thousands of dollars are equivalent to a month's salary and bonus for a restaurant busboy. The waiter looked at the pile of money, swallowed a stream of saliva and nodded.

The waiter brought the lunch box, packed the food to be delivered to the restaurant, looked up and asked, "who are you going to give these food to? If you want me to deliver meals to the hospital, which room should I deliver them to? "

"Give it to this man." The middle-aged man has a slight sneer floating around his mouth. He takes out his mobile phone from his pocket and turns out a photo of a young man. The photo is very vague. It's obvious that he was secretly photographed in the distance. The man in the photo is holding a cigarette obliquely with a careless expression on his face. At first sight, it's not a good fault.

The middle-aged man pointed to the mobile phone screen and motioned to the waiter to recognize the person: "this is the man. His surname is Yang Xiaobao. You can carry your lunch box around the inpatient department and look around, especially to see if there is this person. If you do see him in the hospital building, you can give him these meals. "

The waiter nodded, suddenly thought of a question, asked: "if he asked me, who ordered his meal, how should I answer him?"

"That's a good question." The middle-aged man laughed and said faintly: "he will definitely ask this question. You answer him like this: it's a greeting from the place of sunrise. "

"Greetings from sunrise." The waiter silently repeated the words, which were both elegant and awkward, and left with the packed delivery box.

"Mr. Nakamura, is it appropriate for you to do this? Isn't this the same as letting the Chinese know that we are here and that we have already targeted this hospital? " A subordinate of the middle-aged man raised the question carefully, and his face was a little uneasy. In the Japanese tradition, the hierarchy between the superior and the subordinate is usually strict. It is very offensive for the subordinate to question the superior, and he will be punished if he is punished.

Fortunately, the leader of Nakamura was in a good mood, so he didn't care about the offense of his subordinates. He just laughed and said nothing.

He opened the curtain of the private room and watched the waiter carrying the delivery box across the road and across the hospital. Then he turned around and said in a deep voice, "let's go. It's time for us to change places."

It's going to be exposed soon. It can't stay long.

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Twenty minutes later, as like as two peas in the doorway, the attendant saw Yang Xiaobao smoking at the door at the entrance of the five floor of the city hospital. People recognize it, but after all, he is timid and hesitant.

"What do you do? Why are you looking at me all the time? " Yang Xiaobao glanced at the lunch box in the hand of the waiter and said with a smile, "don't you deliver food to me?"

"You are Mr. Yang Xiaobao, aren't you?" The waiter summoned up courage and handed the packed lunch box to Yang Xiaobao. "This is the meal someone asked me to send you."

"Is it really for me?" Yang Xiaobao was stunned and laughed. He had just noticed that the waiter was sneaky and deliberately asked a question with a smile, but he didn't think that the other party was actually delivering food to himself.

But it's all smiles, but Yang Xiaoding also knows that it's not easy. Knowing that they are now relatives and friends in the hospital, only Qi Jianlin and Zhao Liangcheng are acquaintances. These two people are not the kind of considerate women who can be careful enough to remember to order their own takeout. And those confidants who can do this kind of thing don't know their specific position.

After delivering the meal, the waiter said thanks and was ready to leave. Yang Xiaobao stopped laughing, stopped him and asked, "wait a minute, which restaurant's waiter are you from and who asked you to send them?"

The waiter was a little nervous and wiped the thin stem on his forehead: "it's the old northern restaurant opposite the hospital. The person who ordered for you asked me to tell you: This is a greeting from sunrise."

Yang Xiaobao's ink is limited in his stomach. He has no feeling for this kind of obscure and elegant code. For a moment, he did not want to understand what is called "the place of sunrise". But there is no need to think about it. It's the Japanese who did it. The purpose is to give him a warning: I know you are, we are staring at you, you be careful!

Seeing Yang Xiaobao's calm face and silence, the waiter felt some uncomfortable and oppressive feelings and asked timidly, "Mr. Yang, can I go now?"

Yang Xiaobao raised his head and looked up and down at the waiter. His eyes fell on the pair of hairy brand sports shoes he was wearing on his feet. He said faintly: "when you go back, just tell the truth. There is no need to hide or exaggerate what you see and say. Also, after taking the reward, remember to buy yourself a pair of good shoes. In this way, the next time I find out that you are a Japanese spy, you can run faster in it, and then I won't let you go again - if you are still alive at that time. "

The waiter was dumbfounded when he heard that. This guy actually guessed everything as if he had seen it with his own eyes. For a moment, he was in a daze and forgot to move. In particular, the last sentence implied the meaning of death, which made his legs soften. Until Yang Xiaoding said "you can go", he left in a hurry like a ghost. He couldn't even wait to take the elevator. He pushed open the fire door and ran down the stairs.

He just went down to the corner of the stair landing. A dark shadow suddenly flashed out from the corner, covered his mouth and dragged him to the door. He asked in a deep voice, "do you see Yang Xiaobao in the picture after you deliver the meal?"

The waiter was surprised to find that the strange people in the restaurant were already waiting for him. One of them was the middle-aged man who just asked him to deliver the meal. Obviously, after they left the restaurant and went to the hospital, these people came directly after them. All these people have fierce faces. They have changed their friendly and murderous faces. He had no choice but to say it as it really was - this was what Yang Xiaobao had ordered.

"Good. Thank you very much." Nakamura nodded, grinned at the waiter and winked at his men. The waiter suddenly felt the danger and was thinking of shouting for help, but it was too late. A pair of strong hands hugged his head from behind and snapped his neck. At that moment when his consciousness was vague, he finally understood what the young man surnamed Yang meant by "if you are still alive by then".

In the ward, Yang Xiaobao opened the package of the lunch box he had just sent, picked up the delivery list, looked at the name of the dish, and said with a smile, "Oh, it's very rich. It's a local famous dish. You guys have a lot of insight in eating." Then he pushed the lunch box to the bedside table in front of Fujiwara. "Here, I'll treat you to it."