He talked for an hour, but waited for two hours in the agreed cafe, and Yang Yi didn't wait for John Jones.

It started raining outside, and it was getting heavier and heavier. This kind of weather in London was too normal. Yang Yi picked up the coffee and took a sip, and glanced at the coffee shop gate.

A man wearing a windbreaker and a top hat pushed the door and walked in. He glanced at Yang Yi, then walked straight to Yang Yi and whispered: "It's you?"

"It's me."

It was raining outside. The man who had just come in took off his hat, took off his windbreaker and hung it on the coat rack next to him. He stretched out his hand to Yang Yi who was standing up and smiled and said, "I am John Jones."

"My name is Yang Yi."

John Cook's hair on his temples was gray and looked like he was in his sixties, but his hair was carefully maintained, his clothes were very well-fitting, and very delicate, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

John Jones smiled apologetically and gentlely on his face. After sitting down opposite Yang Yi, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry for letting you wait for a long time. The weather is so bad tonight."

"Yes, thank you for coming to see me in such a bad weather."

John Jones' smile suddenly frozen, and then he spread his hands and said, "Your father, he is not an easy-to-get-to-talk person. I didn't want to see you, but I thought that since your father asked you to meet me, I would have better come to see you, otherwise I would probably have to pay any unbearable price, so I came."

Yang Yi's expression also solidified, and he didn't know how to answer.

John Jones asked for a cup of coffee to the receptionist, and then he said to Yang Yi: "Now I'm here, what do you want to say can start now."

Yang Yi didn't know what to say. He was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and then whispered: "I may need your help."

John Jones nodded and said, "This is foreseeable, please continue."

"I……"

Yang Yi felt that he could not control the rhythm of the meeting. Compared with an old spy like John Jones, he was as tender as a newborn child. It was purely a humiliation to control the rhythm.

Since you can't hide it, have no choice, and cannot master the rhythm, then just say something.

After spreading his hands, Yang Yi said in a deep voice: "The whole thing is not complicated. Eleven years ago, my father and mother died. A few days ago, I learned the real cause of their death. I want to avenge them, but if I want to avenge, I have to become a spy. If I want to enter the industry, I need someone to take me, and I can only find you."

John Jones exhaled and said, "Revenge? This is a bad choice. Revenge is completely meaningless and will put you and everyone around you in a very dangerous situation, so I don't know how to help you. To be honest, if you want to find someone to help you revenge, then you have found the wrong person. I will never help you."

Yang Yi immediately said: "I'm not asking you to help me with revenge, I just need to enter the circle of spies and understand this industry."

John Jones stared at Yang Yi. After thinking for a while, he said in a deep voice: "So who is your enemy?"

"I don't know, I just know that my father was poisoned to death, and then pretended to be a car accident, and my mother also died of poisoning and pretended to be a heart attack, but I don't know who the enemy is."

John Jones shook his head and whispered: "Young man, when you seek help, you should at least be honest."

"I really don't know."

"No, you know, you are lying. Please don't test my patience and judgment. It is understandable that I refuse to explain it clearly in your capacity. That's why I am willing to listen to you tell the truth, but you are asking for my help, and I can choose not to help you, so you'd better tell the truth."

Yang Yi felt that he had been led away, but he still said that he had no choice and had no strength to hide, so he could not even lie in front of others.

"Well, the enemy may be the man in gray, but maybe, I really don't know more."

A hint of doubt appeared on John Jones's face, and then he whispered: "What is the man in gray... or who is he?"

John Jones doesn't know the man in gray?

Yang Yi became even more confused, so he whispered: "I don't know, I only know this name, it seems to be an organization, or a person. Really, I know so much."

John Jones stared into Yang Yi's eyes, and then he finally nodded and said, "Well, I believe you only know so much. I don't want to know who that man in gray is. In short, I will never be involved in your revenge, but now I will talk about your needs."

Yang Yi coughed lightly and whispered: "I just want to be a spy, not the kind that works for that country, but do it for myself. I don't know what your industry says, but I just want to be a spy."

John Jones smiled and said, "Spy is a spy. There is no special statement. No one cares who you work for. Of course, spy is just a general term, and there are some differences. For example, I am a commercial spy, and your father is an intelligence agent. He acquires and sells intelligence. Strictly speaking, he is not a spy, but this industry cannot be separated from people like him."

Yang Yi nodded, and John Jones immediately said, "How did your father say me, or his last words, or other ways, in short, I want to know what he said."

"He said you were trustworthy and left your name and phone number, saying nothing else."

"Is it the last words?"

"It was a codebook he left behind. After it was deciphered, it was a few words and phone numbers."

John Jones breathed a long sigh and said helplessly: "I really don't know if I am Xin Yun or unfortunate if I can be attracted by your father."

Yang Yi was very tactful and didn't speak. John Jones said helplessly: "Please say forgave me, your father is not a good person to get along with. He is cruel. If he is not dead, I will never refuse any of his requests, and I dare not refuse. But now he has been dead for many years and you suddenly appear and ask me to help you. This requires me to think carefully."

"It's understandable."

Yang Yi seemed very calm, but John Jones seemed very painful.

After a long time, John Jones finally said helplessly: "Your father knows so many people, he is so powerful when he is alive, and I am just a small, irrelevant, insignificant little character in front of him."

John Jones used several words to describe his insignificance in front of Yang Yi's father, and then he finally said with pain: "But your father actually left my contact information to you. God, I really hope he didn't value me so much. I'm just a small business spy."

Yang Yi didn't say anything this time. Young people usually have a little ignorant of the world and are confused. Fortunately, Yang Yi knew his weight, so he felt it was better to remain silent and express his opinions easily.

John Jones looked emotional, he shook his head and said in a deep voice to Yang Yi: "Your father is a devil. He has the magic of seeing through people's hearts. He has seen through everything about me. He knows what I will do. So, although I really don't want to have any contact with you, I have to choose to help you, because your father helped me once and saved my life."

He waved his hand reluctantly, and John Jones said helplessly: "So your father knows that I must repay him. He will use me as a way out for you before he dies. Is that true?"

Yang Yi said carefully: "Yes."

John Jones exhaled and whispered: "Well, I owe your father what I can only repay to his son, but I really advise you that as the son of an intelligence dealer, the idea of ​​revenge is extremely stupid and should not be there at all, so I advise you to give up."

Yang Yi immediately said: "I have been waiting for eleven years, just waiting for an opportunity, so I will not give up."

John Jones waved his hand and said, "If you want to be a spy, then tell me what you will do."

Yang Yi thought for a moment, then said carefully: "Is it easy to remember?"

"No, good memory is a talent, not a skill. I ask you what you mean by what you have mastered."

Yang Yi said carefully again: "Driving, my driving skills are very good."

"Well, then what about the others?"

"Nothing else..."

John Jones seemed extremely incredible, and then he looked at Yang Yi and said with confusion: "I don't understand. You said you have been waiting for eleven years to take revenge, and you are going to enter the spy circle, but now you tell me that you can't do anything? Then what have you done in the past eleven years? Is it just thinking? Young man, revenge really cannot be just thinking about it."

Yang Yi said in a deep voice: "I just learned the cause of my parents' death a few days ago. In the eleven years before that, I suspected that their death was abnormal, but it was just a doubt. I have never regarded revenge as my goal in life, so what can I learn? I don't know what to learn."

John Jones smiled bitterly, "So you are a pure rookie, you don't know any of the spies at all, but you come to me and tell me that you want to be a spy, and then find an enemy who doesn't know who you know to take revenge."

Although I was unwilling to admit it, Yang Yi could only nodded and said, "That's right, but the good news is that I learn things very quickly and everything I learn quickly. I just want to learn and learn everything I can learn. My desire for revenge is very strong, but I am not in a hurry, because I want to take revenge but not to die, and I am not blinded by hatred."
Chapter completed!