"I'm in Shanghai now, and the residential communities here are all very well planned, haven't you seen it, every household has installed solar heating. I remember that the photovoltaic power generation company was called ...... What's the matter, they really haven't been blind for decades, the popularity rate is too high. ”

"China's vast land and vast resources have led to a very diverse range of energy supply methods, which is completely different from Japan, which is purely dependent on nuclear energy. It's really a little envious, but Mei Dongsan, you suddenly stepped into the real estate world with such fanfare......"

"Ah, hey? Ah, hey, hey? I'm sorry, Mozi-chan, the phone signal in China is too poor, what do you say? Ah, hey? Wow, it's broken, damn it, what kind of garbage is Apple! Toot ......"

With the last familiar electronic tone, the phone was finally hung up completely. Miyamoto Moko sat in front of the izakaya bar, blinking a pair of bright and innocent eyes, stunned for a while, and finally chuckled.

"Pretending to be deaf and dumb ......"

This is a shopping street next to the Wakabayashi Gymnasium in Sendai City, and not far from the light industrial area, there are spacious parking lots everywhere. At dinnertime, the sky was clear and cloudless, and although the cold wind was a little steep, it still could not hinder the mood of office workers. The shopping street is actually quite deserted, but the lights in front of the izakaya are always the same, which is why Moko chose this place.

A friend of Yu Meidongsan Orphanage, who lived in the room of Futaba for half a month, and survived the typhoon season, Mozi chose to leave. As for her future goals, considering that the typhoon had just stopped at that time, it was inconvenient for her to continue to stay in Hokkaido, so she chose to go south.

According to Mito-san, the consortium is making a lot of money for the incoming orders for fishing boats, which is very good, so Moko really came to Sendai with a happy mood.

In fact, in the past 20 years of Mozi's life, there have been only a handful of opportunities to travel independently. Although she had even visited a villa in Hawaii, she was far from being able to visit her home country, and it was obviously not a big place. Therefore, now that she has changed her identity with Mei Dongsan, her decision to travel to various places is also reasonable.

"This typhoon is really amazing, three in a row, and there are not many chances of encountering this situation in September. You say, could this be caused by global warming? ”

The office worker at the bar changed the subject, and unsurprisingly chatted about the recent incident.

"Sendai was not affected, thank God, and my grandfather still can't forget the flood that year. Fortunately, Hokkaido is mountainous, but the damage to Hakodate is not small, and the loss of fishermen this year is also a great way to tell your grandchildren. ”

"Speaking of fishermen, have you heard that Chinese fishermen have salvaged US military equipment again. It's really amazing, it would be nice if our fishermen could do this, but why didn't the Chinese frigate give us a chance? Oops......"

This is the complaint of the Sendai locals, or it is also a low-level white-collar worker in Miyagi Prefecture who came to work in the big city, Moko sat on the side and listened calmly, and made recognition in his heart, quite a feeling of sitting in a tavern and hearing the world. What matters to her is this fresh feeling, what she can hear from the conversation is secondary, and if she really needs inside information about such events, how can she rely on such channels?

"By the way, have you read the recent news, after Benzhou Heavy Industry took over our last two direct drives, the keel has been laid, and it seems that it will soon be able to reach the stage of stacking sections. This efficiency is amazing, how did they do it, it is a behemoth of nearly 30,000 tons! ”

"Because Honshu shipyards are among the most intelligent shipbuilders in the world. I heard that their utilization rate of robots has reached 70%, 70 percent, what kind of concept is this, a 30,000-ton quasi-aircraft carrier needs three or four hundred workers at most! ”

"It's more efficient, but when you think about it, it still doesn't seem right."

The person who spoke was definitely an industry person, or a military fan, and he judged very professionally: "Even if the shipyard in Honshu is efficient, isn't Mitsubishi Heavy Industries?" Honshu is indeed outstanding in the shipbuilding industry, but it seems that it is not the leader of Japan, although they have won the construction of the previous batch of Kaga class, but since the new ship has been taken over by Mitsubishi, how can it be said that it will be replaced? ”

This sentence did hit the nail on the head, and for a while, the room full of male office workers chatted freely, their volume was neither high nor low, but it was definitely enough for the people around to hear it really brightly. Mozi listened silently, because she happened to sit in an inconspicuous corner, and would not attract anyone's attention, so she was happy to eavesdrop as long as she could.

However, since this group of people was constantly circling around the periphery of related conspiracy theories, Moko couldn't help but look around with a weak heart as he took the orange-colored Asahi beer. Although she knew that this was purely superfluous, since the matter was related to her family, indifference was really curious.

Fortunately, there doesn't seem to be any uninvited guests in this izakaya.

Since the interest has risen, Mozi simply observes the customers carefully.

The seven men and three women office workers in front of the bar, drinking and jerking off, were chatting passionately about the helicopter destroyer. In the various rooms in the depths of the izakaya, the sound of drinking and merrymaking comes and goes, and of course Moko can't see anything in the front area of the store, but the sound of waiters going back and forth is not an ornament. The sound of the door slamming and the food being served, the sound of the staff urging each other, and even the shouting of the barbecue master on the side of the bar, the scene was not ordinary.

Therefore, unless there is a pick-up customer who specifically focuses on the plainly dressed Mozi, no one will care about her at all.

"But...... There was still a chill behind me. ”

Mozi knew that since this feeling was coming from behind, the sight should indeed come from behind, if it existed. But she obviously can't turn back rashly now, otherwise the action is so obvious, if there is really a gentleman who is secretly spying, wouldn't she be exposing the other party, and then putting herself in danger?

"What should I do if it's Miyu-san now?"

Mozi muttered softly, months of street life had made her brain much more active than it had been in the past twenty years.

"Boss, check out!"

Raising his white and soft palm, pulling the gray sleeves of his jacket, Mozi chose to leave here first. I hope that the cold feeling behind this lasts for a few minutes is indeed just a temporary illusion of hers, otherwise she doesn't know how to end up next.

Because it turns out that there is indeed a pair of eyes that are secretly watching her.

The doorway of a suite in the depths of an izakaya, where the line of sight comes from.