Mr. Gu's wife is a little naughty

Chapter 142

Two flowers bloom, each with its own beauty. Let's put aside Fan Jiang's turbulent chapter for the moment and turn our attention to Tian Tian and Lin Tao. From the moment they set foot in Siam, a new story quietly unfolds.

Upon arriving in Siam, Lin Tao and Tian Tian did not rush to contact their people. Instead, they disguised themselves and transformed themselves into Hayada, an ordinary Tujia resident in the streets and alleys of the Siamese capital.

When it comes to the art of disguise, Lin Tao is undoubtedly a master. With his deft handiwork, Tian Tian instantly transforms into a gentle and charming local young wife, her every gesture exuding an exotic charm; while Lin Tao, on the other hand, blends in perfectly, becoming an authentic local youth.

Tian Tian was stunned by her reflection in the mirror; it was completely devoid of her past self. If she had spoken the local dialect, she would have looked like a native Siamese.

Lin Tao looked at himself in the mirror, a figure as ingenious as the movement of celestial bodies, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He was still very proud of the plan in his mind. Next, they would deal with everything here at their own pace.

"What should we do next?" Tian Tian suppressed her curiosity and looked at Lin Tao calmly.

Lin Tao thought for a moment before slowly saying, "I don't need you here for now. I need to go to a local Kawa tribe store first to see if I can find any clues."

Tian Tian was not very happy with his decision.

"You won't find anything if you go there now. We might as well go directly to the Kawa tribe. Maybe we can find something there."

Lin Tao smiled and touched her cheek. "Of course your decision is the right one, but we can't do that now. We came back in a hurry and didn't prepare many things. Your people and mine might have been targeted by them. In order not to alert them, we should make some preparations in advance."

Tian Tian frowned sweetly at him, showing a rare little girl attitude, gently pinching the corner of his clothes and shaking it a few times, "Then take me with you, okay?"

Lin Tao lovingly stroked the scattered hair on her temples and said, "No, you don't speak our language. Taking you out will easily attract people's attention. So for safety's sake, you'd better stay here and wait for me to come back."

Tian Tian had no choice but to let go of the corner of his clothes, pouted her lips and nodded reluctantly.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Lin Tao's words fell softly, and he gently kissed her forehead. He walked out of the hotel room slowly with reluctance to leave.

Tian Tian stared at the door slowly closing until Lin Tao's figure completely disappeared in the shadows behind the door. Helplessness and reluctance were intertwined in her heart. In the end, she could only sigh softly, sit back on the edge of the bed, pick up her mobile phone boredly, and immerse herself in the world of her favorite short dramas to comfort the emptiness in her heart.

After leaving the hotel, Lin Tao didn't go directly to the Kawa tribe's store. Instead, he took a taxi to another downtown area in Hayada. He wanted to go there first to find someone he was familiar with, a very secret contact known only to him.

Lin Tao, known in the underworld as the "Mr. Changeable," earned this nickname not only for his masterful makeup skills, allowing him to transform into countless different forms, but also for his unpredictable and cunning devotion to the ancient saying, "A cunning rabbit has three burrows." For example, in the somewhat bustling city of Hayada, he secretly established at least a dozen contact points. These hidden locations, like scattered stars, operate independently and remain unknown to each other. Their only common denominator is the lofty commander—Lin Tao—who serves as the sole link between these locations. His arrangements are completely unknown to the others.

This time, Lin Tao and Tian Tian quietly returned to the dangerous Siam. Those contact stations hidden in the shadows naturally became their most solid backing.

After passing through a patchwork of shantytowns, a slightly chaotic scene of simple living, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a scene of wealthy people. He was riding a unique local mode of transportation, resembling the donkey-riding tricycles popular in Northeast China in the old days, with a simple and rustic feel.

As the tricycle slowly approached a rather ordinary clothing store, he quietly told the driver to stop. He didn't rush to get off, but instead, using the dappled shadows cast by the shed as a prey, he quietly observed the outside world like a cheetah waiting for its moment.

After observing for a while, he nodded with satisfaction, took out the coins from his pocket, gently placed them in the driver's hand, and then signaled to continue a short distance.

It was not until the tricycle stopped at a more secluded alley that he slowly stood up and stepped calmly onto the cobblestone road, leaving behind the honest-looking driver and the tricycle that carried him across the line between rich and poor, quietly waiting in the afterglow of the evening.

It was a modest clothing store, tucked away in the streets. Its simple furnishings exuded an understated air. The owner, a young woman in her twenties with a healthy tan, sat at an old-fashioned sewing machine, her hands deftly moving through the fabric, meticulously embroidering a small yellow flower onto a piece of clothing.

Lin Tao stood at a distant street corner, his eyes fixed on the busy figure of the little girl, and his brows couldn't help but furrow slightly. The action of showing the small yellow flower on Wang's clothes was a pre-planned move. Once this contact point was exposed, this would be a means for them to secretly communicate with each other and inform each other that it was no longer safe here.

"What's going on? Has the news of our return leaked out?"

Lin Tao grumbled softly inwardly, then slowly took off the playful little round hat on his head and gently waved it in his hand, as if it were a portable fan on a summer day. He walked leisurely, with a casual and carefree attitude, into the unpretentious tavern on the corner.

This tavern is so simple it seems to have been copied straight from a bygone era. A single window juts out from the street wall, revealing a few rusty wooden tables and equally weathered chairs placed haphazardly outside, exuding a sense of unadorned intimacy and casualness. The tavern's owner, a man in his fifties, his face etched with the marks of time, yet his eyes gleam with a calm and passionate approach to life.

This is a favorite haven for drivers after a hard day's work and old friends who love to drink. For just a few dozen yuan, you can exchange a pot of mellow wine, paired with a plate of crispy and delicious peanuts, which is enough to comfort a weary soul for a moment.

Lin Tao blended in here easily, just like those inconspicuous guests.

Siam is a rich country, but it is only a rich country. The living standards of its people are probably only about the same as those in China during the Republic of China period. Some of the furnishings and shops here are not even as good as those in Shanghai at that time.

Lin Tao asked the boss for a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, and then sat there alone to drink. However, his eyes would glance around the clothing store without any expression, and in this way he actually noticed something unusual.