Chapter Seventy-Five: Tracking

"Yawen, are you busy, I have taken a fancy to a cheongsam, and I can't make up my mind, I want you to help me take a look!" Mrs. Ye's voice trembled a little.

It was indeed a woman on the other side of the phone, but after Mrs. Ye finished speaking, the woman paused for at least ten seconds before speaking.

"Look at the cheongsam!" The woman on the other side of the phone asked rhetorically, but Fang Buwei could hear that the woman's breathing was obviously a little short.

Both women looked frightened.

"It's just not busy, so let's see you at the old place!" The woman replied again, and Mrs. Ye hung up the phone.

Fang Buwei quickly found Feng Jiashan.

"Have the brothers who are following you arranged?" Fang Buwei asked.

"Two rickshaws, four brothers take turns to play the coachman and guests, this woman really wants to go out, she will definitely not lose it!" Feng Jiashan replied confidently.

Seeing Mrs. Fang's appearance, she was very nervous, although she was a little different from her own guess, but the purpose of startling the snake had been achieved.

There was a rustling sound in the eavesdropper, and Mrs. Ye seemed to be changing clothes. Looks like I'm going to go out soon.

Fang Buwei said to Feng Jiashan quietly: "You should also prepare, in case this woman wants to go out, you must remind the brothers to be careful and not to show their feet." If this woman finds out that you are following her, don't hesitate to arrest her! ”

Fang Buwei went back to the hotel, changed his clothes and put on makeup. At this time, Mrs. Ye was locking the door.

I don't know where Mrs. Ye is going, but Fang Buwei definitely won't let him leave the listening range of the eavesdropper.

Fang Buwei walked out of the hotel and walked in the direction of Mrs. Ye's house.

He now wears a three-piece suit, a top hat on his head, gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a mustache on his lips.

As long as it wasn't bumping head-on, Mrs. Ye would never recognize it.

When he was about to be near Xiaolou, Fang Buwei heard Mrs. Ye calling a rickshaw. He raised his eyes and saw that Mrs. Ye was less than ten meters away from him.

Fang Buwei swept around the street again, there were too many rickshaws coming and going, and he couldn't tell which one was dressed up by his subordinates.

When Mrs. Ye's rickshaw started, Fang Buwei saw an empty rickshaw following Mrs. Ye. Looking further ahead, there is also one in front.

The arrangement was quite reasonable, Fang Buwei nodded subconsciously, and also called a rickshaw.

Fang Buwei heard it very clearly, the place Mrs. Ye said was Wenlin Road, and he didn't need to follow Mrs. Ye anymore, just let the coachman go over.

It turns out that Wenlin Road is not very far. Fang Buwei had just arrived, and Mrs. Ye had also arrived.

He heard Mrs. Ye get out of the car.

"Fresh big stick bones...... Take it well, guest officer! ”

There was the sound of a guy shouting at the door, Mrs. Ye should have entered a restaurant, the sound inside was very noisy, and there was a sound of shouting for the guy to serve the food.

Could it be that Mrs. Ye put the location of the joint here.

Fang Buwei heard the sound of coppers colliding with each other, and then the man laughed: "Guest, if you have anything, just command!" ”

"Where's your back door?" It was Mrs. Ye's voice.

Oops!

Did Mrs. Ye find out that someone was following her?

"Is there a big stick bone sold at the door of the house?" Fang Buwei asked the coachman urgently.

"It's ahead!" The coachman pointed.

Fang Buwei shouted to the rickshaw driver to pull him over quickly.

In the small storefront, a guy looked at a large cauldron, still shouting, exactly the same as the sound he heard in the bug just now.

Listening to the voice, the guy had already led Mrs. Ye out the back door.

Fang Buwei threw a silver dollar to the rickshaw driver and hurriedly walked into the restaurant.

He grabbed a guy who had just finished serving the food and threw him a silver dollar: "Where is the back door, take me there!" ”

The guy was a little frightened, but the silver dollar was real, and he pointed it to Fang Buwei.

It turned out to be in the back kitchen.

Fang Buwei asked the guy to take him over, and heard Mrs. Ye call a rickshaw again.

Hearing that Mrs. Ye didn't mean to urge the rickshaw driver, Fang Buwei breathed a sigh of relief.

She probably didn't notice the men who were following her, just in case someone was following.

Fang Buwei looked left and right, and sure enough, he didn't see any trace of a few of his subordinates.

The five good followers were thrown off by Mrs. Ye in this way.

Mrs. Ye's movements were too fast, and Feng Jiashan and several of his subordinates didn't have time to react at all.

Fang Buwei's face was gloomy and he returned to the front door.