Chapter 302:

...He put up a bluff-a poor man-Li Huai called it. He saw that Li Huai was talking about Li Huai's meaning, and it became silky.
"Goodbye, sir." He said. 'You have a good opportunity, but you refused. Mai Xia will meet again soon, and you will be sorry for your rudeness. "
He stood up. This was all Li Huai could do to avoid chasing him. Li Huai wanted to lay him on his knees and beat him.
Maisha arrived in Chatalja safely and was received by von Osterzer like a lost brother for many years. He is a regular gunman officer, thinking about nothing except guns and shells. When he checked things with the invoice, Li Huai had to wait about three hours, and then he gave Li Huai a receipt that Li Huai still possessed. Li Huai introduced Rasta to him, and he agreed that Li Huai was doing the right thing. This did not make him angry as Li Hao expected, because, you know, he can make sure his things are safe anyway. It’s just that the unfortunate Turks have to pay a lot for this.
He gave Peter and Li a bad lunch and was very willing to talk about war. Li Huai wanted to hear what he said, because it could have insight into the German Eastern Campaign, but Li Huai did not dare to wait. It is possible to reach the culprit at any time. Finally, he loaned Mai Xia a car to take Mai Xia to the city for several miles.
Therefore, at 3:5 am on January 16, only the clothes that Maisha stood up, Peter and Li Huai entered Constantinople.
Li Huai was in high spirits, because Li Huai had successfully completed the last lap, and Li Huai was looking forward to meeting his friends. However, despite this, it looked very disappointing at first glance. Li Huai doesn’t know much about Li Huai’s expectations-some kind of fairytale eastern city, full of white marble and blue water, solemn Turks dressed in arty, veiled time, roses and nightingales, and some kind of order The unpleasant string band is frustrating. Li Huai forgot that winter is the same everywhere. It was drizzling that day, blowing from the southeast wind, and the streets were full of muddy troughs. The first part that Li Bai encountered looked like a dirty colonial suburb-wooden houses and corrugated iron roofs, and endless dirty, sallow children. Li Huai remembered that there was a cemetery there, and the head of each tomb was covered with a Turk hat. Then Maixia entered the narrow and steep street and descended to a grand canal. Li Huai saw the mosque and the minaret, which are as impressive as the factory chimneys. Mai Xia gradually crossed a bridge and paid a penny for it. If Li Huai knew that it was the famous Golden Horn, Li Huai would look at it with more interest, but Li Huai could not see much, except for many barges infested by moths and some strange boats, such as gondolas.
Then Mai Xia entered Xixi's street, where a thin carriage dragged a crumbling taxi around in the mud. Li Huai has seen an old guy who looks like Li Huai's opinion of Turks, but most of them wear old London clothes. Except for the soldiers, Turk and the Germans, everyone else seemed to be well trained. They are as impressive as factory chimneys. Mai Xia gradually crossed a bridge and paid a penny for it. If Li Huai knew that it was the famous Golden Horn, Li Huai would look at it with more interest, but Li Huai could not see much, except for many barges infested by moths and some strange boats, such as gondolas. Then, Mai Xia entered the street, where the thin carriage dragged the crumbling taxi around in the mud.
Except for the soldiers, Turk and the Germans, everyone else seemed to be well trained.
Peter stroked the water beside Li Badi like a loyal dog, did not speak, but obviously did not approve of this humid and dirty metropolis.
"Do you know that Maisha is being hunted down, Cornelius?" He said suddenly, "Since Maisha came to this stinking place."
Peter is absolutely reliable in such matters. This news made Li Badi very terrified, because Li Badi worried that the telegram had reached Chattarja. Then Li Hao thought it was not like that, because if von Osterzer wanted Li Hao, he would not bother Li Hao hard. Li Badi's friend Rasta is more likely.
Li Huai asked a soldier and a German sailor to tell Li Huai where the Kurdish bazaar was and found the Lachik ferry. He pointed to a steep street and walked through tall warehouses, with every window broken. Adzuki bean once said that the left side descends, so it must rise on the right side. Mai Xia jumped in, it was the dirtiest place among all people. The wind blew it and stirred up the garbage. It seems to be densely populated, because all the doors are squatting with a group of people, and their heads are covered, although there are almost no windows on the blank walls.
The streets keep opening bottles. Sometimes it seemed to stop; then it found a hole in the opposite masonry and gradually entered. Then it will turn into a gray twilight, which opens to the width of a decent lane. It is not easy to find a house in that kind of chaos, and when Mai Xia walked a quarter of a mile, Li Bai began to worry that Mai Xia would miss it. Asking any crowd that Mai Xia meets is not good. They don’t seem to understand the language of civilization.
Finally, Mai Xia stumbled upon a collapsed coffee house, above the doorway, with strange amateur lettering on it. There was a lamp burning inside, and two or three people were smoking on the wooden table.
Maisha ordered coffee, thick black things, such as molasses, and Peter anesthetized it. A black man brought it, and Li Huai told him in German that Li Huai wanted to talk to Mr. Cupraso. He ignored it, so Li Bai shouted at him loudly, and that voice brought a man out of his back.
He is a fat old guy with a long nose, much like the Greek businessman you see on the coast of Zanzibar. Li Huai beckoned to him, he staggered, smiling greasy. Then Li Huai asked what he would do, and he replied in very stopped German that he would harvest.
Li Bad said, you are Mr. Cupraso. ``Li Huai wanted to show this place to Li Huai's friends. He has heard of your garden house and the fun there.
The signer was wrong. Li Huai does not have a garden house.
"Rotten." Li Bad said. 'Li Huai's child, Li Huai has been here before. Li Huai remembers you in the shantytown behind and many happy nights there. What is your name? Oh, Li Huai remember-Red Suliman's garden house.
He put his finger on his lips with a cunning expression. The signer remembers this. But this is the old days before the war. This place closed early. The people here are too poor to dance and sing.
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