Chapter Ninety-Nine: Not Playing Cards According to the Routine

Out of caution, Fang Ziyu did not take the initiative to contact Ouyang Jie, but Wen Yan and Yang Dazhuang relayed the information as a third party, so the two sides did not finalize the time and place of the meeting until two days after arriving in New York.

In New York in January, the average temperature is 24.8 to 37.4 degrees Fahrenheit, which is converted to minus four to three degrees Celsius.

With the quadruple protection of a trench coat, coat, vest and shirt, Jiang Lan did not feel cold at all, but was irritable because of the gaze of the pedestrians around him, and his face was hot.

"I said, who did you learn this way from? It's true that men's clothing should be layered, but they can't be black from head to toe? Jiang Lan hugged the snow-white Liuyun and couldn't help complaining, "Now that I have a 12% return rate, whoever sees me has to look at it twice." Last time, I was bluffing in a room where no one was around, but this time I was dressed like this to go out, it was a public execution! ”

"Very good." Fang Ziyu's revenge was successful, and he could barely hide his smile, "If you wear a mask and ring of black light, the effect will be better." ”

Jiang Lan sighed, even more speechless, and walked towards the agreed meeting place with a suffocated face.

It's a small but clean Chinese restaurant with boxy tables neatly arranged inside the restaurant that looks like a school cafeteria. The restaurant is doing well, and most of the diners are Chinese faces with black hair and black eyes, as well as foreign friends with square faces, high noses, and hair colors.

The waiter had long noticed the uniquely dressed guest and greeted him with a smile that was more enthusiastic than the smiling beckoning cat: "How many of you? ”

"One." Jiang Lan smiled politely back, "Box." ”

"Sorry, we don't have a private room here." The waiter shook his head.

"Oh, I forgot to tip." Jiang Lan said, handing out a playing card.

The waiter took the plum J representing Lancelot, and immediately changed his tone: "He is waiting for you on the second floor, and I will take you up." ”

Jiang Lan stuffed another 20-denomination bill in the waiter's hand, and followed him briskly to the second floor of the restaurant.

The second floor is more rudimentary than the downstairs, but the soundproofing is excellent, and when the waiter closes the door, it seems to completely separate the small room from the outside world.

There was no air conditioning or underfloor heating in the room, but the room temperature was high, because there was a steaming hot pot on the small square table in the center of the room, and the original soup in the bone tube was bubbling in the pot, gushing out a strong fragrance.

"So interested." Jiang Lan praised it, first bent down to put down Liuyun, then took off his windbreaker and coat, and then sat down on the stool opposite Ouyang Jie.

"Oh, taste it." Ouyang Jie handed over a pair of wooden chopsticks, "You just came to the United States, it may not be uncommon, if you stay for a long time, you will definitely miss this taste." ”

"I'm starting to miss it." Jiang Lan took the chopsticks very naturally, picked up a piece of fat sheep from the boiling soup, and said while eating, "VPN has been blocked a lot, and I basically can't see the news of the U.S. Federation in China. The famous Graffiti Boulevard in the Bronx is almost entirely filled with graffiti about you, and you can hear your legends everywhere, and there are fights in bars, eight times out of ten, because of an argument about whether you are good or evil, truth or criminal. ”

"Oh yes, I heard that last month your followers spontaneously organized themselves to destroy a large Ku Klux Klux Klan stronghold in Montana, and it was said that the two sides were fighting like a civil war, and the state police were beaten to the ground, and the National Guard had to rush to the end. It's hard to imagine that in a few months, you've made it this far. ”

Hearing these words, Fang Ziyu realized that Jiang Lan was not really playing outside in the past two days, but was collecting useful information.

"Good luck, and moreover, high risk." Ouyang Jie didn't take Jiang Lan's praise seriously, "Eat, eat first and then talk about it." ”

Jiang Lan smiled and didn't speak, buried his head in dealing with the hot pot, and after a while, he was sweating all over his head, and he had to reach out and wipe the frames of his glasses from time to time, so as not to blur the lens with the heat and make Fang Ziyu unable to see clearly.

In terms of acting skills, Jiang Lan is not inferior to the Oscar winner, and when he moves his chopsticks, he interprets the feeling of being familiar at first sight just right.

Ouyang Jie didn't care about the image at all, and drank a large glass of Coke after eating half of the fat cow, and hiccups three times in a row.

Fang Ziyu's eyes jumped in the hotel, but the expression on Jiang Lan's face did not move at all.

"To be honest, I came to Ms. Yang to contact Jinyu through her, but I didn't expect you to come and help me." Ouyang Jie put down the cup, clasped his hands into fists and said thank you.

"I'll help you this time, and next time you help me, it's better to help each other than to calculate each other." Jiang Lan said something about the scene, and then said tentatively, "I'll be honest, I didn't expect you to see me in person at all." I thought you would send a puppet. ”

"If you have malicious intentions towards me, I already ...... last time I was in Huaxia" Ouyang Jie waved his hand, "Forget it, don't talk about this, is Jinyu okay?" ”

In order to ensure Luo Jinyu's safety, Ouyang Jie has never contacted her and does not know her recent situation - because of this, he did not know Fang Ziyu's appearance from Luo Jinyu, otherwise Fang Ziyu would not let Jiang Lan play himself.

"Yinjiang is very safe, she should be very safe, you can ask Ms. Yang for details, I don't know her very well." Jiang Lan blurted out the best answer without thinking.

Hearing Jiang Lan say that he didn't know Luo Jinyu's condition, Ouyang Jie was obviously relieved, and his tone became relaxed.

"It's safe to be safe, well, let's get down to business, Everett Charles, the Democrat, the pro-China, is in the primaries next month, and if all goes well, he'll be one of the presidential candidates after the Democratic National Convention. He had quite a few enemies, but most of them were political opponents and generally did not resort to assassination. ”

After briefly explaining the protection target, Ouyang Jie shook his head and sighed: "No matter who premeditated the assassination of Everett, in short, the killing intent is resolute, I have tried to change Everett's ending several times, but every time I temporarily contacted Everett to change his itinerary, it was only to postpone his death...... Obviously, Everett presciently avoided the assassination several times, but the other party did not seem to have the intention of giving up. ”

Jiang Lanjian raised his eyebrows: "Everett doesn't know about this matter?" ”

"I haven't told him yet, but he may have guessed that none of the people who can make a name for themselves in the American federal political arena are idiots."

"How many times did you make Everett change her itinerary? Why not try to wait and see? Jiang Lan asked again.

"Every time I foresaw the future, Everett would die in an explosion, and if he hadn't changed his itinerary in advance, there would probably have been civilians killed, and I wouldn't dare to risk it." Ouyang Jie stared at Jiang Lan with a strange look in his eyes, "Besides, it's unlikely that the killer will know the identity of the employer, it seems useless to wait for the rabbit, and it may expose myself." ”

"Oh-" Jiang Lan dragged out his long tail note, nodded heavily as if he suddenly realized, and then said a sentence coldly, which was amazing.

"Then why don't you assassinate Everett?"