Look at the time, it's noon.

Prepare to find a place to have a meal.

I want to have a good meal, but I don't want to pay for it myself...

Suddenly, the radar map showed an acquaintance appeared nearby.

Check it out and found it was Dickens.

Oh, the real person appears.

It is unclear whether the other party and Catherine are MI5 or MI7.

However, there is one thing that Zhang Yong knows. That is, if things are important, serious, and the key, Dickens must be the one who comes forward.

No matter which country, women are auxiliary roles. The ones who really take the lead are men. The intelligence department is of course no exception.

It seems that the telegram sent by himself attracted the attention of the British.

They began to attach great importance to themselves.

That's how people are.

If the knife doesn’t cut the flesh, it doesn’t hurt.

It doesn't matter if others beat you to death.

But if you are threatened, you will not be able to calm down.

I deliberately stood in an empty place and waited for Dickens to come over.

Sure enough, Dickens appeared soon.

He saw Zhang Yong.

After observing the surroundings for a moment, Dickens walked over.

"open."

"Dickens."

The two greeted each other indifferently.

No politeness, no false intentions.

Zhang Yong knew that the other party was going straight to the point and needed substantial negotiations.

"Zhang, let's find a place..."

"I haven't eaten yet."

"It just so happened. I didn't eat either. I'll treat you."

"Thanks!"

Zhang Yong nodded. Lunch was settled.

The two entered the concession and found a Portuguese restaurant in Lisbon Navigator.

The location is quite remote. Few people may find it here.

Don’t want to make money by opening the restaurant here?

"The owner of this restaurant is Mr. Raphael, a veteran navigator who has been to the Antarctic and the Arctic."

"There is also a Miss Lilu who is the heir to the Agot Chamber of Commerce."

Dickens' brief introduction.

Come outside the restaurant. Dickens rang a bell.

A moment later, a drunk, white-bearded old man appeared, rosacea, and his face was blushed.

There are many scars on my face and neck. I guess there are more on my body.

It's indeed like an old sailor. It's weathered.

"Mr. Raphael..."

"Stop! You still owe me seven pounds and five pence!"

"I'll give it to you now."

Dickens took out eight pound notes, all of which were worth one pound.

The white-bearded old man took it over, put it away, and did not seek change. Then he looked at Zhang Yong, nodded and said nothing.

"Mr. Raphael." Zhang Yong greeted politely.

"I won't call you Mr. Commissioner." Raphael responded in a nagging manner.

Zhang Yong:...

OK. You know who I am.

I wouldn't have come to such a remote restaurant if there was no one to lead the way.

"please!"

"please!"

Enter the restaurant.

There are no guests inside.

Empty.

After sitting down, Zhang Yong looked around.

There are many navigational portraits hanging on the walls of the restaurant, and there are many navigational tools and other things.

There are also many flintlock rifles, both in length and in length.

Check the radar signs. There are prompts to find them.

In other words, these flintlock rifles can be fired and can also be used.

Only when you see these things remind people of it that hundreds of years ago, Portugal seemed to have been one of the overlords on this earth.

In the Age of Discovery, Portugal also had its own glory.

Although it has come to an end now, there are still many overseas colonies. Brazil is a colony of Portugal.

In the southernmost part of China, there is also Macau...

Look down at the menu.

Slightly frowning. It's so expensive.

A very ordinary steak costs five dollars.

In the Western Restaurant of Kangle Park in Shanghai Concession, the same steak is just a big ocean!

The price difference is more than ten times!

It seems that this restaurant does not want to open.

No wonder there wasn't a single guest at noon.

But it seems that the area is still large, and I don’t know how to make a living.

I always feel something is wrong...

“So expensive.”

“Good value for money.”

"You treat me."

"certainly."

Dickens replied with a smile.

Zhang Yong then put down the menu and was too lazy to read it.

It is so expensive that you can't pay for it unless someone else treats you.

They are all profiteers...

"Drink? The wine here is very good."

"good."

Zhang Yong said there was no problem.

He can't drink white wine. He can still taste some red wine.

So I called a bottle of wine.

The price is actually fifty dollars.

It's really crazy...

"Zhang, your approach has seriously harmed the security of our country." Dickens spoke.

"Are you talking about the telegram about your battleship?" Zhang Yong's expression was plain.

"Yes. You leaked our military secrets. It's very serious."

"I didn't send that telegram."

"Zhang, I won't believe it. It must be you."

"I said no."
To be continued...