Golden Time Cafe is located on the second floor of the street, and through the glass of the window, you can clearly see the people coming and going on the street. When it opened in the morning, there were no other customers in the café except for the yellow customers. When this person came up, the female owner of the café was a little surprised, as if the yellow-skinned natives rarely came here to consume.

Liang Hong sat alone by the window and looked out. This location he chose after asking Brian, the advantage is that he has a wide field of vision and can monitor the surroundings, and there is a railway line not far away, and there is a residential area behind him, so it is easy to escape and run.

Finally, he saw Douglas's tall figure, and the strong man next to him turned out to be Oda Duo, probably accompanied by him as a bodyguard. Look closely behind them, there is no suspicious person's tail. As soon as it was dawn today, Liang Hong broke into Brian's house, pulled him out of the bed, and asked him to go to Douglas to come and meet. The Fenian Society was organized by the Irish expatriates in the United States, and after a period of activity, it gradually declined under the suppression of the British. Liang Hong wanted to reach out and pull a hand, the demands of the Irish were in his interests, and the common enemy was Britain, the most powerful of the day.

Douglas went upstairs alone, and the first thing he said when he saw Liang Hong was.

"What's the urgency of meeting so early?"

"Sit down first, and I'll show you two things."

Liang Hong said, first picked up the coffee pot and poured the other party a full cup, and when he saw the female boss walking into the distance, he put down the coffee pot and whispered.

"Your clover restaurant is already under surveillance, and it's dangerous."

As he spoke, he took out two small hard-shell notebooks from his arms and pushed them in front of Douglas. This was what he took from the tracker last night, and when he looked through it later, he felt speechless. All are photo documents, the Transvaal Military Survey Bureau (Note 1), hehe, the military commander of the Boers.

"Liang, what's going on?"

Douglas picked up the hard-shell and flipped it open, looked at it, and then asked in surprise. He had heard of secret intelligence agencies in the Boers, such as the Jameson affair, but had never actually been in contact with them.

"When I came out of the restaurant last night, I was followed by these two people, and I think they may have been staring at you for a long time."

"Bastard Boers, we're Irish!"

Isn't the enemy of my enemy a friend? Douglas was frustrated as to why the Boers had gone against their anti-British Irish.

"Maybe people think you Irishmen are British."

Liang Hong half-jokingly said that when he recalled that when he was in school, he really thought like this.

"And now these two people—"

Douglas stopped after asking for a while, and if he could get the documents from his body, these two people would probably have become dead things. Thinking of this, the eyes that looked at Liang Hong were different again.

"Liang, thank you for this, damn it, we were all in the dark, I didn't expect the Boers to do things so badly."

"You're welcome, but we're going to do it."

Liang Hong said it very easily, in fact, only he knew best, and he almost brushed shoulders with death last night.

"The Boers have been killed by two spies, and the city may be uneasy lately, and I plan to leave as soon as possible. I'm afraid that if you have to deal with the aftermath too, they may retaliate. ”

Liang Hong pointed to the document with his finger, and put the two hard-shell notebooks into his arms by the way.

"Liang, thank you again, without your reminder, we might have all planted this time. I'm going to make some arrangements here, and the people at Clover don't know who we are, except for the owner. ”

"That's good, there won't be any change in the deal we discussed, right? In addition, I want to get the good things I said yesterday as soon as possible. ”

Out of an abundance of caution, Liang Hong needs to confirm again. If before, he was only a lowly native in this Boer country, then the trade of fierce gunpowder would have touched the scale of the Boers. As for what was wanted, it had already been agreed on last night, Paul's identification and smokeless gunpowder rifle cartridges.

"No change, still sent to the mines in Rustenburg, the first trade of a thousand pounds, the money and goods in person. The bullet can be picked up at any time, and as for the documents you want, I asked Odauda to take you there, and it should be made soon. ”

Douglas replied. Rustenburg, about 100 kilometres northwest of Johannesburg, was the site of Fenia's investment in the Transvaal, but it was only discovered that it produced only white gold and not gold, and the price of platinum was now less than a third of gold.

The guy who forged the certificate was a European, and the proof was actually a piece of paper, almost immediate. Paul's identity, a citizen of the city of Munich in the Kingdom of Bavaria, is a handwritten certificate of citizenship issued by the town hall with a bright red seal. Until the First World War, with the exception of a few countries, such as Britain, Russia, and Ottoman Turkey, the vast majority of the rest of the countries embraced the principle of free passage and did not have passports and visas. Munich is the outback of Germany, and as long as the format is correct and the stamps match, it was almost impossible to verify authenticity in the era when there were no faxes.

In the afternoon, the road north of Johannesburg was crowded with people leaving the city. On the one hand, it is a time to go out of the city, and the foot is fast, and you can rush back to the capital before dark. On the other hand, it is said that there was a fierce shootout outside the city last night, and quite a few people died, and this morning the police force cordoned off the entire northwest part of the city. For a while, there were many rumors, and the most popular rumor was that the British tycoon Rhodes sent out an expeditionary force again, and the striker fought again with the elite Johannesburg police force, so many people panicked.

The group of three set foot on the road again, but this time it was a return trip, and Brian made it all the way north to the junction out of town.

"Uncle Brian, I'll go back to Pretoria first, and I'll come back to see you when I have a chance."

Anne waved goodbye with red eyes, and before leaving, she did not forget to tell her again, "But remember the oath you made to my mother, not to engage in those dangerous things, otherwise I will tell my mother." ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you. You all know, I have promised to do research for Liang, and you have seen the contract, this thing is not fake. ”

Brian confidently copes with her niece. He and Liang Hong have signed a radio transmitter research and development contract, all funded by Liang Hong, Brian is responsible for technology research and development, remuneration is paid in the form of salary and bonus, research and development results belong to Liang Hong, Brian has the obligation to keep the technical achievements confidential.

"Okay, I'll trust you for now." Anne suddenly leaned down on her horse, leaned into Brian's ear and whispered, "That beam isn't a good thing either, you have to be careful." ”

"I know."

Brian glanced at Liang Hong, who was standing on the side, and replied vaguely. If he can engage in technology research and development, his IQ cannot be low, and he can guess some things.

"If you're done, let's get ready to go."

Liang Hong saw that the two of them were looking at him, and thought that he was asking about the departure, so he urged the horse to come to Brian.

"Brian, I'll send someone over soon for your research. During this time, we should first think about the technical plan, and make a budget for the materials and funds needed. ”

Then he leaned down and whispered to Brian.

"In the future, let's engage in R&D with peace of mind, and don't interact with the people of the Fenian Society, especially don't go to that clover restaurant again."

"I know."

Brian replied equally vaguely.

Note 1: The Transvaal does have an official secret intelligence agency, the name is DeGeheime-Dienst, I don't know how it is translated in Afrikan, this military name is given by the author.