At half past nine in the morning, when the ghost guy and Liu Changhua were still snoring like thunder in their respective rooms, Su Jingxian had already gotten up and washed up.

Putting on the suit ironed by the hotel waiter last night, Su Jingxian came out of the hotel alone, and he did not go back to Tsim Sha Tsui directly, but first trimmed his hair at a barber shop owned by a Huangpu man in North Point.

In the forties and fifties, many Huangpu people went south to Hong Kong, and among them, barbers, cooks, manicures and tailors were listed as the "Huangpu Four Knives", and they became popular all over Hong Kong.

In the past, these southbound masters served the warlords and tycoons of Huangpu Beach, and in just one year after arriving in Hong Kong, they let a group of Hong Kong turtles and colonial ghosts see what real wealth is. Take a small barber shop as an example, when Hong Kong people still popular to cut their hair at the trimmer who picks a picker on the street, Huangpu people have set up red and blue chairs in the barber shop, corresponding to male and female customers respectively. The master of cutting men's hair, cutting hair and trimming must be in the line, and the master of cutting women's hair, in addition to trimming hair, but also perm a "big wave", in addition to the barber, there are always waiters with towels and tea, ready to serve customers at any time.

After cutting his hair in the barbershop, he asked the barber to press his shoulder and loosen his bones, Su Jingxian only felt refreshed after going out, and walked a little briskly.

When he left the hotel, he wanted to rush back to Tsim Sha Tsui to get the materials at home, and then go to the Information Department and the Audit Office to register a newspaper, but he changed his mind in ten minutes at the barbershop.

Putting aside the identity of a plainclothes agent, he is now half a boss, not to mention enjoyment, and it is too identifiable to run errands and do it himself.

Taking the tram from North Point to Central, So King-yin went straight to the University of Hong Kong, handed out a cigarette to one of the Indian-born doormen in the school's communication room, and picked up the hand-cranked phone in the communication room and called back to the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

"Hello? Xiaolong, call Ah Yong to listen. In the communication room, Su Jingxian sat on a chair and gently tapped his fingers on the table.

It didn't take much effort to hear a rustling sound from the phone receiver, and Lin Zhiyong's familiar voice rang out: "Brother Xian, I heard that you are messing with me?" ”

Su Jingxian changed the phone to the other hand, leaned back in the chair and said, "Ah Yong, I'm in Central now, please go to my house and ask my aunt to bring you the file bag on the attic desk." You take the file bag and go to the Xuejin Bookstore last time to find Chen Bingzhong, and ask him to send his things to Central, and I will wait for him at Lu Yu Teahouse. ”

"Understood, Brother Xian." On the other end of the phone, Ah Yong agreed, and when he saw that Su Jingxian had nothing else to explain, he hung up the phone.

Coming out of the University of Hong Kong, Su Jingxian saw that it was still early, and walked to Jishili Street without calling a taxi, and in a small road less than a car, Su Jingxian walked into Lu Yu Teahouse.

Strictly speaking, Lu Yu Tea House should be called a tea room, and even the signboard clearly writes the four gilded characters of Lu Yu Tea House, but in the early years, Hong Kong people were used to the name of tea house, and it has been inherited.

Don't look at Su Jingxian's familiarity with Lu Yu Teahouse now, in fact, when he first came to Lu Yu, it took a lot of effort. Because the traffic in Central is complicated, it is either a three-way intersection or an intersection, and in contrast, the street where Luk Yu Tea House is located is even narrower and smaller, and you may miss it if you take an extra step. Su Jingxian, who went to Lu Yu Teahouse for the first time, walked around for half an hour, and finally found the location of the teahouse under the leadership of a passerby.

Different from the Lianxiang Tea House in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lu Yu Tea House is famous in Hong Kong for its large shelves and not enthusiastic to greet customers.

When he went up to the private room on the second floor, Su Jingxian asked for a pot of flower tea and a few snacks, and after writing it down with his guy who went upstairs, he quickly sent it up, and he was light from beginning to end, without saying a word to Su Jingxian, and his attitude was far from Lao Zhang of Lianxiang Teahouse.

However, Su Jingxian knew that Lu Yu Teahouse had always been like this, and most of the regular customers were rich and famous, literati and scholars, and ordinary people would not take a second look when they came in. To a certain extent, Lu Yu Teahouse sells not only tea and snacks, but also network resources.

Although Su Jingxian sat in the private room, he did not close the door, afraid that Chen Bingzhong would not find his place when he came to the teahouse.

On the singing stage of the teahouse downstairs, a burst of graceful and long pipa sounds sounded, accompanied by the singer's charming singing, melodious and melodious floated into the ears.

“…… The second spring in the world, at the foot of Huishan Mountain, the spring water is clear and the tea leaves are fragrant. At the end of Xishan, it is opposite to that Huiquan Mountain, and the two halves of the lower corner of the mountain are open a mud Buddha shop......"

There is no need to mediate between the ghost superintendent and Liu Changhua like the previous two days, Su Jingxian is alone in the teahouse eating snacks, drinking flower tea, and can also hear Wu Nongjiao's Jiangnan tune, at this time he is quite in a comfortable mood.

However, it didn't take long for this leisure to be interrupted.

"Su Jingxian, you are really here." A slightly surprised voice came from the doorway.

Su Jingxian leaned on the back of the chair, opened his slightly half-closed eyes and looked at the door, his face was slightly surprised when he saw the visitor, and then showed a helpless look: "Let me make it clear to you first, I have serious things to do today, and I don't have time to practice table tennis with you." ”

He never imagined that he had waited for a long time, but instead of Chen Bingzhong, he waited for Liang Jiayin.

"I didn't say you should be a sparring partner." Liang Jiayin walked into the private room with her slender legs open, and sat opposite Su Jingxian unceremoniously, "The doorman at the school gate told me that I had seen you, and I knew that you must be here as soon as I guessed, aren't you very smart?" ”

"yes, smart." Su Jingxian responded casually.

Seeing Su Jingxian's perfunctory attitude, Liang Jiayin frowned and was about to speak, but a middle-aged man in a Tang costume walked in quickly, came to Liang Jiayin and politely presented a new tea set and a new pot of tea.

Su Jingxian's eyes widened, and he recognized the middle-aged man as the manager of Lu Yu Teahouse at a glance.

Pounce on your mother! Your Abba only came here to greet the guy who was not salty or light, and this half-Tang Fan ghost sister even came forward to entertain the manager in person?

The manager of the teahouse didn't know that he had been greeted by the man in front of him in his heart, and after putting down the tea set, he had a flattering smile on his face: "Miss Liang, I heard that the guy said that you are here, I specially prepared a pot of high-grade Junshan silver needles, do you have any other instructions?" ”

"No, you just have to bring it with you when you go out." Liang Jiayin didn't even look at the manager of the teahouse, and waved her hand casually.

Su Jingxian raised his eyebrows, and saw that the manager of the teahouse was about to close the door and leave, so he stopped him in a loud voice: "Slow down, just open the door, I have friends to come later." ”

The manager of the teahouse glanced at Su Jingxian, and then looked at Liang Jiayin, with an inquiring look.

"Listen to him!" Liang Jiayin turned around and said, and the teahouse manager nodded and exited the door.

Looking back, Liang Jiayin saw Su Jingxian's gloomy face, and said strangely: "Are you not feeling well?" Why did your face suddenly become so bad? ”

Su Jingxian took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile: "Oh, I don't know how strong my body is, I don't believe you called the one who rushed in the street just now, I can punch him." ”