My Spy Years

He was carrying a bottle of sorghum liquor in his hand.,Those in a hurry would only have to hire a rickshaw or tricycle at a high price, or else they would have to endure the hardship of their own feet.,“Does this old man drink” Wang Kangnian picked up the telescope and, upon careful observation, saw the old man lower his head several times to look at the bottle he was carrying. This detail caught his attention and piqued his interest.。