The porcelain bottle was tilted at an angle of 120 degrees, but not even a drop of water was poured out. Yang Jinglin was a little embarrassed.
"Well...Mr. Fei, wait a moment, I'll ask someone to make a pot of good tea."
"No, let's drink something else."
After Fei Jingting finished speaking, he waved his hand on the table and took out many things from the space with a thought. A bottle of Chivas Regal 18 Years Old, two square cups, and a box of two Havana cigars.
The beauty of the world in his sleeve made Yang Jinglin's scalp numb, and he recalled the horrific scene in the underworld that day.
Yang Jinglin's face was slightly stagnant, and then he raised his thumb flatteringly: "The immortal has good tricks! Isn't this what he has in his sleeves?"
"Oh, it's just a small skill, nothing worth mentioning."
"The Immortal is so humble... eh? I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Seeing Fei Jingting unscrewing the bottle and about to pour wine, Yang Jinglin hurriedly grabbed it and poured a full glass of wine for each of them. Turning around, he diligently cut the cigar and found a long-handled match to light it for them.
Yang Jinglin puffed out the smoke and immediately praised: "This smoke is rich and mellow, it must be of the best quality. Hey, you know, these Havana cigars are made by rubbing the girl's thighs, so the smoke is different from other smokes."
Cigars are different.”
This old pervert is really old-hearted.
After taking a few sips, the two of them also took a sip of foreign wine. Fei Jingting then said: "Director Yang, the situation in Tianjin is... a bit unstable recently, isn't it?"
"Mr. Fei, I see you clearly! Shangfeng wants to sign the contract, let alone Jinmen, let alone the best place in the capital. Maybe there will be a riot. Today Shangfeng even called me, saying that he must stabilize the situation...
...I will stabilize his grandma’s legs! If the students are unstable, then my patrol officers will be stable?”
Yang Jinglin is a traditional bureaucrat, following the bureaucratic habits of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, flattering those above and bullying those below, and being corrupt by nature. But if you want to say that he is a complete bad guy, then something is wrong. There was a flood in Jinmen two years ago.
, Yang Jinglin took the lead in donating 5,000 yuan, and this time resettled more than 20,000 refugees; this year there was another drought, and farmers who could not survive flooded into Tianjin. He took the lead in donating money and opening porridge sheds, which can be regarded as countless survivors.
Furthermore, after being frightened by Fei Jingting, Yang Jinglin really changed his ways. A few days ago, the coffin was opened for autopsy, and Sanjie Yang's case was directly characterized, and the main culprit was sent to court and sentenced to death.
The main criminal was not convinced and wanted to appeal. Yang Jinglin also said that if anyone dares to take money and meddle in this matter, don't blame him for being unkind. It is estimated that the appeal will uphold the original verdict, so that Sister Yang ran outside the police station to kowtow to Yang Jinglin.
Got three heads.
What happened to Yang Jinglin later is unknown, but at least now he is pretty good.
Fei Jingting mused: "The Paris Peace Conference has become a foregone conclusion, no matter how difficult it is to change. The capital intends to sign... I think there will be a riot in Jinmen sooner or later. Director Yang, the people are all for the country. Once there is a riot,
I also ask Director Yang to be noble and not to hurt the people’s patriotic heart.”
"This..." Yang Jinglin was a little confused: "Mr. Fei, it's not me who is trying to shirk the situation, it's actually Shangfeng who gave the death order. If I don't do my job well, this job will be gone."
Fei Jingting smiled and said: "Hey, Director Yang, do you think President Xu can still hold the position of president if he makes such a big fuss?"
"What do you mean, Mr. Fei?"
"I watch the sky at night, and I'm afraid that there are changes in the capital. If I were Director Yang, I'd better make plans in advance."
"Ah?" Yang Jinglin frowned and said, "Mr. Fei, please give me some advice."
Yang Jinglin is a fan of officials. He will naturally flatter whoever is in office. Only in this way can he control the Jinmen police force for more than ten years.
If there is a change in the capital, then of course it would be best to find a reliable mountaintop as soon as possible.
Fei Jingting said with a smile: "It depends on Director Yang's own wishes... However, with all the hustle and bustle these days, the only one with a gun is the grass-headed king."
Yang Jinglin understood instantly: "You mean... Governor Cao?"
"I didn't say anything." Fei Jingting said calmly.
"I understand!" Yang Jinglin already had a good relationship with Governor Cao, and he often made sacrifices to Governor Cao during the holidays. Now that he heard that Governor Cao might go further, Yang Jinglin started to curry favor. After thinking for a while, he came back to his senses and realized
Fei Jingting was looking at him with a smile, and immediately realized that he was neglecting him.
Yang Jinglin quickly apologized: "Oh, I was distracted for a moment and left Mr. Fei in the cold."
"It doesn't matter." Fei Jingting said: "I asked Director Yang before..."
"No matter what you ask for, since Mr. Fei has given you the order, I, Mr. Yang, will naturally obey it! But one thing is, you must not attack the concession. I have no control over those foreign devils."
"Okay, that's it."
Fei Jingting drank the remaining wine in one gulp and stood up to leave. Yang Jinglin hurriedly sent him off and walked him out of the door before returning.
Entering the bungalow, Yang Jinglin called over a servant and asked, "When did Mr. Fei come?"
The servant was a little confused: "Sir... I don't know either. I haven't seen him come in."
Don't think about it, it must be a magical method.
Yang Jinglin thought again. Fei Xian had such magical skills and recommended him to Governor Cao. There was no way that Governor Cao would remember his good deeds...
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Jiwei year, Jisi month, Wuwu day, the beginning of summer.
The curtains were drawn in the room, and several young people in black or off-white attire were discussing something in a low voice. The door behind them opened, and a group of young people took a look. Someone immediately stood up and said, "Yang Yu, how are you?"
Yang Yu, who looked handsome, took off his hat and nodded to everyone: "Don't worry, gentlemen, I have contacted Beiyang University, Beichen Middle School, and Jinmen Public School, and we have made an appointment to take to the streets together tomorrow to support our classmates from the capital.
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"good!"
"The banner has been prepared a long time ago, I'm going to write it now!"
Yang Yu raised his hands and pressed down: "Students, the day before yesterday's parade in the capital, Beiyang shamelessly suppressed patriotic students and arrested 32 people. I heard that some people were seriously injured. We are trying to avoid contact with the military and police this time to support
If there is a conflict, avoid attacking the Japanese concession."
Some people were dissatisfied and stood up and shouted: "Yang Yu, what are you talking about? Is it because of Beiyang's suppression that we will not march? Are we afraid that the Japanese will kill us, so we will not express our opinions?"
Before Yang Yu could say anything, someone else immediately said, "What nonsense are you talking about? If it weren't for Yang Yu's organization, I'm afraid we, the Jinmen students, wouldn't have had to wait long to unite. How can we fight the Japanese with our bare hands?"
Yang Yu also said: "Classmate Li, I understand your anger. But don't forget the purpose of our support this time! Condemn the Beiyang government, release patriotic students, refuse to sign the contract, and ask for the rights of Jiao'ao! If we fight the Japanese desperately, we can
After doing this, I, Yang Yu, will be the first to fight against the Japanese!"
Classmate Li stamped his foot fiercely, sat down angrily and stopped talking.
Someone tried to smooth things over and said: "Stop arguing, it's all for the sake of the country. Come on, let's think about tomorrow's slogan..."
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Yan's Girls' School, Middle School.
Bian Wenjie was walking behind and holding several pieces of plain white cloth, as were the students who followed him. As soon as he entered the classroom, Bian Wenjie placed the cloth on the desk in front of him, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "That's it.
If there is not enough, I will take it from home. My father said that he supports us in marching on the streets, and we can have as much white cloth as we want!"
"Wenjie, your father is so enlightened!"
"Great, now we don't have to raise money to buy white cloth."
Bian Wenjie smiled and said: "That is, my father is the best to me."
More than 20 female students gathered around, talking to each other and talking in all directions. They cut white cloth into banners, some wrote slogans with pen and ink, and some simply used red dye to write the words
red letter.
Suddenly involved in such a big event, the teenage girls were both excited and sad. They were excited because they could finally express their voices, but sad because Beiyang had lost power and humiliated the country.
The ringing of the bell came, but the female students ignored it and continued busy as usual.
Fei Jingting walked into the classroom as the school bell rang. A female student caught sight of it and immediately alerted the classmates around him.
Bian Wenjie turned to Fei Jingting and said, "Teacher Fei, can you give us some more time?"
Fei Jingting said: "It's okay, I won't give lectures today, I will do it together with everyone."
"Wow, Teacher Fei is so nice!"
"I think Teacher Fei is more open-minded than Wenjie's father."
Bian Wenjie asked: "Teacher Fei, will you also go to the parade with us tomorrow?"
"I definitely have to follow. Not only me, but also Principal Liu will follow. Otherwise, how can I explain to your parents?"
"That's it..." Bian Wenjie thought for a while and then said: "Teacher Fei, do you think it is useful for us to march on the streets?"
"It will definitely work." Fei Jingting said seriously: "At least let the bureaucrats in Beiyang hear everyone's voices. He died early in the morning. Don't think that you are still a superior emperor!"
"Teacher Fei is right!"
"We just need to give those politicians some color!"
Fei Jingting helped with the work, and when get out of class was about to end, Fei Jingting asked the students to return to their seats, walked up to the podium and said: "Gather at the school early tomorrow morning, and after joining the teams from other schools, we will petition and demonstrate to Beiyang.
Pay attention to a few disciplines: first, act according to the command, no matter what, do not act alone; second, control your emotions, don't get angry with yourself and do something extraordinary because of the stupid Beiyang government;
Third, if there is a conflict with the military and police, immediately follow the teacher back. You are girls, and it is not your turn to do the hard work.
Do you understand everything?"
"Understood!"
The female students agreed very neatly, but Fei Jingting couldn't let go. He vaguely felt that there would definitely be some trouble tomorrow. Alas, the only way to stop it was with soldiers, and the earth would cover it up.