December 1899. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On Christmas Eve, the streets of London were dyed white by days of snow, and the winter fog and snow combined only made the vision more hazy. The bitter north wind blew through the filthy surface of the Thames, and this winter seemed to be colder than usual, like a cold Siberian snap blowing into London - a layer of ice on the Thames, which rarely freezes, is not too thick, but it seems to have a different meaning after stopping for the winter.

It was still snowing heavily, and it was 7 o'clock on Sunday morning, and there were no other pedestrians even on London Bridge, except for the occasional horse-drawn carriage passing in the direction of St. Paul's Cathedral, proving that there was no other than poor John on this morning? There are other Londoners in action outside of Strand.

After crossing the bridge, wrapped around the collar of his coat that stood up, he felt that the patrolman across the street was watching him, John? Naturally, Sterland took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and in a black woolen coat and a woolen hat, he continued to walk unhurriedly towards the public tram stop on the banks of the Thames.

As we walked towards the public tram stop, the newsman at the roadside newsstand was screaming.

"Look at the newspapers, read the newspapers, Lord Salisbury swears to carry the war to the end!"

Apparently the news referred to by the newspaper seller was about the war - two months earlier, the Second Boer War had broken out, and unexpectedly Britain had suffered defeat after the outbreak of the war, but in spite of this, belligerence had risen in Britain, and Prime Minister Cecil's policy of "carrying the war to the end" had received unprecedented support.

"Look at the newspaper, read the newspaper. Russian troops carry out brutal massacres in the Philippines ......"

In the cries of newspaper sellers. John? Stralan walked to the public tram stop. As for the news in the newspaper seller's mouth, it doesn't seem to have any impact on him, which is really normal, after all, these news are only public, and behind the public news, there are more insiders involved, and Cha John? Strandand is a professor at the University of Cambridge. It was Prime Minister Cecil's personal staff. As its most admired student, John? Strandah can learn more about the "news".

The public tram, which is an invention from the East, no, more accurately, it was the Chinese who brought the tram to the world, and even the London Underground benefited from Chinese tram technology, so that passengers no longer had to endure the choking soot. Now, since the tram entered London six years ago. For six years, London has built a dense tram line.

Then. The public tram coming from Downing Street happened to appear on the street, and John felt the patrolman turn away from him. In fact, how could the police have noticed this young, well-dressed upper-class gentleman?

Poor British policeman!

London's trams on Sunday mornings are always as punctual as clockwork. John stood in the empty carriage and looked to the back, and he saw only one, a girl in a tartan coat and a tweed hat sitting there alone with her head bowed. After dropping a few pennies, John walked slowly towards the girl, and as he went, he put down the collar of his coat that protected him from the wind and snow, and when he walked to the girl, he looked like a gentleman, and standing in front of the girl, John asked in a standard gentleman's posture:

"Miss, may I sit next to you?"

O man!

Seeing the young man sitting politely next to the girl, the middle-aged conductor smiled and thought: Men are always like this, always full of interest in the opposite sex, even on such a cold winter day.

As the tram clanged, John withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at the book of Pride and Prejudice in the girl's hand, and whispered:

"A rich bachelor always has to marry a wife, this is a universally recognized truth!"

This is the first sentence of the opening sentence of Pride and Prejudice, and it is this sentence that introduces the reader to Austen's art world, where the girl coldly glances at the red checkered cashmere scarf peeking out of the collar of his coat with clear blue eyes, and does not pay attention to his accosting.

But John was persevering and continued.

"Now, a lot of girls are like Charlotte and feel as strong as men."

Charlotte, this is clearly the heroine of "Jane Eyre". Surprisingly, the girl replied with a slightly shy look:

"Men conquer the world, and Elizabeth goes to conquer men."

Elizabeth is the heroine of Pride and Prejudice, and this simple dialogue seems to indicate that the two are not on the same timeline, but that doesn't stop the two from communicating.

John, who communicates with girls like many men who pick up a conversation, is quite helpless in his heart, thinking: I really don't know who wrote the code of this joint, it is simply the donkey's head is not in the horse's mouth, but he still has to say it seriously, if it is replaced by an ordinary conversation, he is confident that he has dozens of ways to talk to him, and there is like this...... What kind of lame dialogue is this!

John complained in his heart as he uttered the last sentence of the code in a tone that was almost exclusively audible to him: "It's really too coincidental, I like Ran too?" The character of Agen! ”

After completing the inspection of the joint code, the two of them stopped talking and looked at each other carefully. The girl looked at John's pale green eyes, his complexion was slightly pale, not much different from those young gentlemen in London who rarely bask in the sun, but in her mind repeated the information she memorized before leaving: code name "003", male, 22 years old this year, father of Irish descent, as for the mother ominous, who was born in Ireland and was adopted by the European Affairs Department of the Intelligence Bureau seven years ago, and came to England last year after six years of training in the intelligence school.

This is all the information about John, while the girl is remembering the information, John is also silently recalling the information he received a few days ago: code name "Violet", female, 19 years old, born in an ominous place, with ominous parents, adopted by the Intelligence Bureau in Paris eight years ago, and has been studying at the Intelligence School for the past eight years.

John, who had studied and lived in the intelligence school, naturally knew very well what the so-called schools were all about. The so-called school was actually a "small town", and some villages with different national architectural styles were built, and in the English village in that ravine, John's original Irish accent was corrected to an Oxford accent thanks to the "Western employees" invited from Shanghai, Tianjin and other places.

The conductor at the front of the carriage occasionally looked at the man and woman at the back of the car, and couldn't help but be a little jealous: it seems that the man and woman have begun to fall in love with each other! But deep down, he sympathized with this girl, because they obviously didn't seem to be from the same class, perhaps, for men, this girl was just a whim!

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged male conductor looked at the girl holding the business card given by the man, and kept looking back at the back of the man walking on the side of the road outside the car window, with a little jealousy and a little malicious guess: The girl began to be trapped by this man, and this man seems to be not hiding! Maybe in the next few days, men will ask out girls, but maybe not a good thing for girls, after all, they don't seem to be in the same class.

It's just that this conductor will never understand in his life: just now, right in front of him, "003", which has been lurking in Britain for 1 year and has successfully broken into the British upper class, as one of the first "submarines" sent by the Intelligence Bureau, contacted his assistant for the first time after infiltrating the UK, which means that "003" that has been lurking for many years has been awakened.

"Those damn Russians!"

Almost as soon as he entered the professor's office, John heard Professor Chris's grumbling.

Russian!

The professor's complaint made his brow twitch slightly.

"John, here you are, you see, the Russians have once again rejected our request......"

Professor Chris's demand refers to the fact that Russia took the opportunity of the "Spanish-American War" last year to protect its overseas Chinese -- in fact, the so-called overseas Chinese were just a few hundred "Japanese" businessmen who took advantage of the fire to invade the Philippines and extend their claws into Southeast Asia.

In order to avoid their support for the Boers, Britain was forced to make concessions on some issues, but the Russians took the opportunity to put forward new conditions to Britain, not only withdrawing last year's promise not to send a detachment to the Philippines, but also saying that they would build a new naval base in the Philippines.

"These Russians have no international credibility at all, and now their military presence in the Philippines not only threatens Britain's fundamental interests in the Far East, but will even pose a threat to the Straits Settlements and India......

The professor's words made John's expression solemn, and he immediately realized that perhaps it was an eventful time for England, which was now facing challenges from all sides for the first time since the Battle of Trafalgar, so that even if it was so powerful, it was difficult to cope with many challenges.

"Perhaps, we should reach an agreement with Germany as soon as possible, otherwise the pressure from the mainland will undoubtedly be a disaster for Britain!"

John's seemingly casual suggestion silenced Chris for a moment, and then he silently picked up his cigar, stared at his most trusted student, and said in an almost helpless tone.

"You have to understand that sometimes, negotiations are just negotiations!" (To be continued.) )