My Spy Years

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.,He clutched his ticket pouch tightly, his gaze piercing as he scrutinized every passenger up and down. "Tickets for those boarding!" he shouted from his perch.,This seems to be an HTML tag. Please provide the text content within the tags for translation.。