There was no sound in his ears, and the driver should be looking down at this time, maybe staring at himself.

I did stop for a moment just now, and then looked into the alley a few times. Fang Buwei couldn't guess whether this person was related to the driver, whether he came down to test himself.

"Oh, that's a coincidence!" Fang Buwei smiled with a smile on his face, looked at the man with the eyes and said, "I'm here today to find a place to live...... Boss, you're the landlord here, right? ”

"Huh?" The man did not answer directly.

"Do you have any free there?"

"It's full!" The man replied.

From the beginning to the present, this man has been monosyllabic when talking to himself, only this time he said two words.

The accent was a little weird, and Fang was not shocked.

In his previous life, he was also an old driver, and he secretly studied art films in the middle of the night. This charm is very familiar.

This is definitely Japanese.

"Okay, you have to go, I'll go see you off first, and I'll come back when I'm done...... Boss, where are you going? Fang Buwei asked, and at the same time put down the handlebars.

If this person is the driver's person, he must be in charge of guarding at this time, and he will definitely not leave here.

Sure enough, the man waved his hand, meaning to let Fang Buwei go to find a house.

Fang Buwei sneered secretly, bent over, and smiled on his face: "I'm sorry for you!" ”

Fang Buwei pulled the car forward, and when he walked to the next alley, he turned in.

The door of the latter family was open, Fang Buwei stopped the car, and asked a woman who was washing clothes in the yard: "Sister, do you have any spare room here?" ”

"Landlord......" The eldest sister roared at the top of her voice, startling Fang Buwei.

The bespectacled man who happened to pass by the alley also listened.

An old man in his fifties walked out of a room on the first floor. With his hands in his sleeves, he looked at Fang Buwei, and then at the rickshaw parked at the door.

"Want to rent a house?"

Fang Buwei nodded.

"There's one on the second floor, shaded!" The old man said.

"It's good to have a place to live, how can you care about this?" Fang is not a return.

The old man led him upstairs.

Fang Buwei found that behind the window of this room, it was facing the building where the driver entered. The windows are glass, there are no curtains, and you can see outside.

Fang Buwei didn't dare to look around, turned his back to the window and asked the old man: "How much is it in January?" ”

"Five?" The old man raised a slap.

"It's a bit expensive, huh?" Fang is not a return.

In fact, he really doesn't know the housing prices in this place, but he just lowers the price.

Fang is not only willing to go out of three oceans. But the old man was reluctant to reduce the price, and the two of them talked for a long time.

At this time, the driver was standing behind the opposite window, pulling the curtain open a crack, watching the two people bargain.

In the end, there was no agreement, and the old man sent him downstairs because he wanted to go elsewhere to have a second look.

I asked again, and the price was still about the same, but I didn't agree to it as an excuse that it was too expensive.

Finally, there was movement in my ears, and someone should have entered the driver's room.

The person who came spoke Japanese, but Fang Buwei could hear it, it was the man with the eyes.

This person is supposed to be a guard post, and what he will say may be a report to the driver about testing himself.

The driver asked a few more questions, and the man with glasses went downstairs after speaking.

Voices rang out again in the room.

Fang Buwei breathed a sigh of relief.

The driver and the man and woman were there, indicating that they were not suspicious.

The neighborhood of that building is no longer possible. If you want to go, you have to put on new makeup, and you can't pull rickshaws.

Fang Buwei went out of this street, found another place, changed his clothes and license plates. The makeup on the face has also changed dramatically.

The voice of the driver and the man and woman did not stop, and Fang Bu guessed that it should be a meeting.

He found a shop and asked, and the shop owner heard him say that he was going to make a phone call, and looked at him strangely.

The public phone in this year is really not something that ordinary people can call.

The boss pointed him out the place, Fang Buwei said thank you, and pulled the rickshaw around the neighborhood.

It really allowed him to find a place to park the rickshaw.

Look at the place at the entrance of a Western medicine clinic, several rickshaws are neatly parked at the door, and several drivers are drinking water and eating.

Fang Buwei pulled the car over and stopped in the last position.

Thinking that he was also a colleague who was going to drink water and rest, a coachman was still greeting him.

Fang Buwei showed a simple smile, saying that he was going to buy something at the street in front.

When I got to the public phone I asked, when I didn't want to call, the boss looked up and down.

When Fang didn't hand over a piece of silver dollar to the boss, the boss smiled and pushed the phone over.

Although he seems to be poor now, it is more normal than pulling a rickshaw.

He went straight to the headquarters of the Secret Service.