Xu Weiming and the broker discussed the details, and the two walked along Zhuque Street. While walking, the broker introduced the nearby municipal facilities and advantages, and obviously wanted to make the deal.

"Chief Xu, Zhuque Street is close to the newly built power station, and it rarely cuts off power. This is the only one in Jinling. Other places, even the National Government, do not supply power all day.

And life is quite convenient. Whatever you want to buy, you will have shops when you go out and want to eat. Go out of the alley and turn right. There are all kinds of restaurants such as Huaiyang cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, and Cantonese cuisine.

In addition, there are police stations and fire stations not far from this. People in a mess dare not be presumptuous here. Except for the Secret Service and the area around the Central Military Academy, the security here is the best in the city."

The broker pointed to a large area of ​​houses with great confidence and said, "I will take you to the yard I will see now, keeping you satisfied. The landlord is a chief in the Jinling City Government, and he is your colleague.

The yard is about 50 square meters, and there are roads in front and behind to other streets. The traffic is very convenient. The road in front of the yard is enough for cars to pass through. If you have a car, you can park on the side of the road."

Xu Weiming did not express his opinion with his hands behind his back, but he was very satisfied with the house he said, and the security of the other party was good. He could not do it seriously. The important thing is that there are few power outages.

Because he has to use the radio station every day, the battery is used very frequently. If the inability to charge causes communication interruption and miss Qiu Chan's information, it will be a death.

At the same time, the stability of power supply will make residents' enthusiasm for using electrical appliances higher, which can cover up their abnormal electricity consumption. It is unlikely that the spy would use this clue to find someone.

Besides, the landlord is a government official, and the daily inspections of the police station are not too strict. He doesn't want to be smashed by the police at any time and go into the house for searching. This will not only delay the matter, but also easily reveal his identity.

There are roads in front of and behind the house, which is a basic requirement for intelligence bases. The reason is very simple, so it is convenient for people to retreat. According to his experience, the more roads, the greater the chance of escaping.

Xu Weiming thought about it for a while, then asked slowly: "What does a neighbor do? It's said that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Having a good neighbor is more important than anything else. Mr. Yan, you said right."

"That's right, what you said is reasonable."

The broker gave a thumbs up and introduced it all in detail: "The couple are working in the factory on the left side of the yard, the man on the right teaches in the middle school, and the woman is watching the children at home.

These two families are original residents, and their social relationship is very clean and they have never been popular with anyone. If you don’t believe it, you can go and inquire. If there is a lie, I don’t want a penny for the commission for this house.”

He said this firmly. It seems that there is no problem with the neighbors. He is relying on credibility in this industry. Without credibility, he will be unable to move forward. And who would deceive an official for this little money?

Xu Weiming made a decision in his heart and raised his hand to signal the other party to lead the way. He wanted to go and see it on the spot. It was not intuitive enough to just listen to others' words. He had to personally determine the real situation of the house.

The broker surnamed Yan knew that the business was stable, so he walked into an alley with a smile, kept talking, and roughly explained the situation around the house, such as where to buy daily necessities.

"Captain Xu, look, this rice shop has been open on Zhuque Street for more than ten years. It is real. If you want to buy rice in the future, you will definitely not be short of weight. There is also a young man who will send it home."

He suggested with considerate advice: "If you are idle, this tavern and the tea shop in the distance can pass the time, but the tea shop usually won't open until the afternoon."

Xu Weiming looked at the other party's fingers and felt a little moved. This tea shop is a good surveillance location, and you can see the flow of people in several alleys around.

If the enemy sets up an observation post here, his whereabouts will be easily locked. It seems that he has to touch the details of the personnel there. If there is any problem, no matter how suitable the house is, he must give up.

He glanced at the corner of his eyes, remembered the location of the tea shop, and then followed the broker into the path. After a few minutes, the two stopped in front of an exquisite blue brick and gray tiled courtyard.

The yard wall is very high.

The house is constructed of cement.

There is no problem with the road ahead and behind.

The neighbor's house is very quiet.

Xu Weiming made a rough walk around and confirmed that the situation of the house was similar to what the broker introduced. The interior decoration was carefully considered, and the furniture was also very complete. The telephone line could be connected at any time.

Compared to the old building he lives in now, the environment here is better and more convenient for intelligence work. First of all, the unique courtyard is the biggest advantage. You don’t have to worry about being noticed by other residents when entering and leaving.

As he contacted Qiu Chan more often, he might go out frequently when encountering special circumstances. If it arouses suspicion from his neighbors, it is only a matter of time to expose it, and intelligence work cannot tolerate a trace of luck.

Finally, he walked to the door and touched the thick door panel. He was satisfied with the yard with a hundred people. This hardwood, ordinary pistols and submachine guns, could not penetrate the rifle at all, and even the rifle was in trouble.

With the cement walls everywhere in the house, even if the enemy wants to rush in, he has enough time to destroy the radio station and other important items with the advantage of terrain and bunker.

After careful consideration, Xu Weiming looked up at the broker with anticipation: "Mr. Yan, Rong Xu is considering it. I will send you a letter in two days. Please leave a contact information. You can see that this is good."

"Okay, no problem."

The broker smiled and said, "Renting a house is indeed a big deal. It is necessary to think more about it. Yan is waiting for your news in the teahouse. Don't worry, he will definitely tell you the cheapest price."

Xu Weiming responded with a smile, probably not even believe this, and such people become life by drawing. The so-called cheapest price is at most a complete sum of the total price, but this matter is not important.

Anyway, the Guo Party’s wool is not futile. He is a deputy director of the Zuzhi Department and will not pay for the rent himself. The Jinling Party Department will not make things difficult for him on this, otherwise it would be a bad rule.

The two chatted casually for a few words and separated in front of the courtyard.

Xu Weiming did not return to the office, but walked around nearby. When a qualified intelligence officer arrived at a strange environment, the first thing he had to do was to be familiar with the terrain and formulate a retreat route.

Where to hide.

Where can I climb over the wall?

Where can I fight back?

...

Memorize these situations over and over again, and deepen them over and over again. The ultimate goal is to find the right route to retreat without thinking in the dark night when you can’t see your fingers.

As an old underground worker, the job is very simple. He walked around with his hands behind his back, and countless information was collected and a complete map was slowly formed in his mind.

In just two or three hours, many remote routes that many old residents on Zhuque Street do not know about are also able to walk through. This is the ability of a professional intelligence officer.

During this process, Xu Weiming wrote down the rented revelations in his notebook. After all, there was no reasonable reason. It seemed suspicious that an adult man walked around in a residential area.

After getting familiar with the terrain, he raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already afternoon. It was time to go and see the tea shop. As long as there was no problem there, the courtyard could be settled.

He pretended to be helpless, as if he was not very satisfied with the house in revelation. Then he raised his foot and walked into the alley. Several curious residents glanced at this side and quickly forgot this scene.

After passing through a private house, Xu Weiming appeared again on the path he had just entered. He observed the situation around him briefly and walked towards the tea stall where tables, chairs and benches were placed.

"Hello sir, what tea do you have? We have West Lake Longjing, Dongting Biluochun, Huangshan Maofeng, Lushan Yunwu, Lu'an melon slices, Junshan Silver Needle, Xinyang Maojian and some small tea varieties."

A tea stallman saw a customer coming and quickly met him up and wiped the already shiny wooden stool. Although his clothes looked a little worn, the enthusiastic smile on his face made people feel quite comfortable.

The owner of the tea shop next to him smiled and stroked his beard. He didn't expect that the young man who just came here was so smart, but he couldn't hurry to recruit people, so he had to see how he made tea.

When this person came to apply for a job yesterday, he said that if he was not satisfied with his job, he would not have to pay a share of his salary. Even if the tea shop is not short of people, he must agree to such good things. In short, he will not suffer any loss.

"Any pot of green tea.

It doesn't have to be too expensive, just look at the snacks."

Xu Weiming walked into the tea shed and found a seat to sit down. He replied coldly for a few words, then took out the notebook in his bag and looked at it. He didn't care about the attentiveness of the guy at all, which made people feel difficult to get close to.

"Okay, wait a moment."

The young man smiled and didn't care. He quickly burned the tea set with hot water, took out a can of tea from the tea cabinet, opened it, pinched a pinch of tea leaves with wooden clips and put it into the teapot.

Under the boss's secret gaze, he brought another pot of half-open hot water, poured it down and lifted it up three times and poured the water into the teapot. As a burst of heat came out, a faint tea fragrance floated in the tea shop.

The young man held the wooden plate with both hands and walked to the table a few steps, whispered: "Sir, the Zhucheng green tea you want is here. The shop is in a simple way. Please take care of it. The snacks will be there in a while."

"Yeah, OK."

Xu Weiming lowered his head and waved his hand, focusing on studying the records in the notebook. He seemed to be uninterested in communicating with others. After the snack came up, he ate it in a few bites of tea and left.

The same rice raises a hundred kinds of people. The tea shop owner is not surprised by such cold customers. He just told the young man to ask more customers in the future and not to ask for the needs because the other party is cold.

"I understand, the shopkeeper."
Chapter completed!