"I don't listen to what you said. You are also the leader of the Fuxing Society, so can't you just ask them to release him?" Sheng Muyi asked.
"You think too highly of me. This time is arranged by the highest level. There is only one person in Shanghai who has the right to release people directly, and it is Dai Yunong, not me. Anyone else who wants to come out has to find a guarantor through normal channels. Mu Yi
, Don't be careless, arrange this at work tomorrow, otherwise the night will be long and the dream will be short, and you don't know what will go wrong." Lu Ming warned.
"Well, we have to do this. I will make arrangements now and ask them to act as guarantee soon." Sheng Muyi became even more impatient.
Back at the table, Lu Ming told Du Juan that arrangements had been made and that her little sister should be released tomorrow. Sheng's banknotes were still very respectable at the security headquarters.
"I'd like to thank you on behalf of that sister." Du Juan smiled.
"Mu Yi arranged it, no need to thank me."
"You and the eldest lady are both good-hearted people. If all the powerful and wealthy people in China were like you and the eldest lady, who would bother to make a revolution with their heads high?" Du Juan said with emotion.
Lu Ming was startled. He had never thought about this problem. From time to time, Du Juan would come up with some golden sentences, which surprised Lu Ming.
Maybe he and Sheng Muyi were both educated in the United States and have relatively equal and open-minded ideas, so they seemed a bit nondescript after returning to China. Kenda is an alternative among the Japanese, so why aren't he and Muyi an alternative among the rich Chinese?
"Don't think too much, live a good life and live your own life. Revolution and other things are not something you girls should worry about." Lu Ming comforted.
"Girls should stay away. Aren't you always advocating equality between men and women?" Du Juan killed him at the right moment.
Lu Ming was dumbfounded. The question was correct, so he could only shrug and smile bitterly.
"I know you care about me, love me, and protect me all the time, but I also want to be independent and have my own world. I'm not young anymore." Du Juan sighed.
"You are already independent enough. You will become a senior manager in a few years." Lu Ming praised.
He was truly happy for Du Juan's change.
The cuckoo used to be like a bird in a golden cage, unable to fly out of a man's palm. Now she is an independent and strong woman.
In the 1930s, a large number of feminists emerged among Chinese women, especially women in big cities. They were not only independent in life but also independent in thought, and even outnumbered men.
At that time, the female writer Ding Ling became famous after publishing her work "Ms. Sophie's Diary", and she fell in love with two men at the same time: Hu Yepin and Feng Xuefeng.
Ding Ling never tired of going back and forth between the two men, chatting about everything from poetry to life philosophy, and openly stated that she wanted both men.
Similar situations are not uncommon among intellectual women. Of course, it does not necessarily involve the emotions of men and women, but it means that women have the right to make their own choices in life.
Although Lu Ming didn't like Du Juan participating in activities organized by the trade union, he didn't want to interfere with her. As long as she didn't cross the bottom line and stood outside the gate of the Communist Party, Lu Ming was confident that he could still protect her.
Lu Ming thought of Sheng Muyi again. Her thoughts were becoming more and more radical now, and she was obviously inextricably linked to the underground organization of the Communist Party.
And as for himself, why didn't he sink deeper than them?
In his small circle, there are now three people who are related to the Communist Party. This ratio is too large. No wonder some people say that no one in the world is incompatible with the Communist Party.
In fact, during this large-scale manhunt, Lu Ming was most worried about Mr. Dong or An Yi. If they were arrested, they would be in big trouble. Unexpectedly, both An Yi and Mr. Dong escaped.
Instead, Du Juan was caught.
Lu Ming found it funny and absurd at the same time.
Hou Liang woke up amidst the piercing screams of police sirens all over the city, and his mind gradually cleared up.
"Where am I? Am I in the underworld? Am I dead?" He murmured to himself.
"You are still alive, you are in the hospital ward, but to be honest, if you die early, it will be a good thing for yourself and others." A somewhat cold voice sounded in his ears.
The attending doctor is doing various examinations on Hou Liang. He is now sure that Hou Liang is alive and out of danger.
He felt that there would never be anything good waiting for Hou Liang, and it might be more painful than death. Maybe it would be better for him to die directly. In addition, because of him, almost twenty people died all at once the night before yesterday.
This Hou Liang is not a good person, he is simply a person sent by King Yama to seek souls.
Hou Liang wanted to struggle to get up, but he had no strength in his body. He had not taken in water or rice these days, and he only relied on vitamins and other medicines to maintain his minimum life needs. Although he survived, he was so weak that he would break at any time.
"Don't move. You are just out of danger now. It will take you several months to recover. It will also take three or four months to recover from your injuries." The attending doctor sighed again after speaking.
Hou Liang's legs suffered multiple comminuted fractures due to sitting on the tiger bench, and he could only use crutches for the rest of his life. His lungs were also weakened by the constant stimulation of pepper water, and it was difficult to restore their original functions.
Some parts or organs of Hou Liang's body have been irreversibly damaged. In short, he is basically a disabled person.
The attending doctor couldn't understand why the Fuxing Club tried its best to save a disabled person. If he was a useful person, why should he be tortured like this?
Anyway, the attending doctor can't stand it, and he has a hard heart. He can amputate the patient's limbs with his own hands, and even perform surgery without anesthesia on the patient under difficult circumstances.
As a doctor in a military hospital, he has sent away countless people who died of serious injuries, but he really couldn't bear to see a good person tortured into what Hou Liang is now.
He is a soldier and feels that killing people is nothing more than a nod, so he cannot understand why humans treat their own kind so cruelly.
The attending doctor left the ward, and the agent guarding the door came forward and asked: "Doctor, has Hou Liang been rescued?"
The attending doctor thought for a moment and said: "He has just come out of the dangerous period, but he is not yet stable, so you can't do anything to him, let alone pull him back. He will still have to be treated here for three to four months.
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"Then can we question him in the ward?" the agent asked.
"No, he is very fragile now. Any emotional fluctuations may cost him his life. If you want to keep him alive, don't disturb him. Wait until he fully recovers before you bother." The attending doctor finished.
, and left with the nurse.
Several agents looked at each other, shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.
They have become accustomed to the stinky and tough temper of the attending doctor, but they also know that the attending doctor is not only highly skilled in medicine, but also has a kind heart.
Although they are agents, their hearts are always fleshy, and it is completely understandable why this doctor has such a bad temper.
Seeing Hou Liang being tortured like this, they also felt shuddering. They felt that Hou Liang was simply unreasonable. Wasn't he just giving a confession? Why did he insist on not confessing? Why should he be in trouble with his own body?
Didn't Gu Shunzhang just confess it? He was still a high-ranking official of the Communist Party, and he took the initiative to confess it without being whipped.
After I told him, I got delicious food and drinks, and I was given a big official title.
From the bottom of their hearts, these agents do not agree with the use of torture on prisoners, but this is an inevitable procedure for interrogation. If they were allowed to be interrogators, they might do the same.
An agent hurried to the doctor's office and called Weng Bailing to report the situation, and Weng Bailing reported it to Dai Li.
Dai Li breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. In the past two days, he finally heard some happy news.
"Sir, that Hou Liang refuses to tell the truth, is there any use in keeping him?" Weng Bailing still doesn't understand.
If he had followed his idea, he would have dragged Hou Liang to the yard, shot him, and then thrown him into a mass grave outside the city.
In order to take the half-dead Hou Liang into his own hands, he lost more than a dozen brothers in the Fuxing Society. Is it worth it?
Weng Bailing complained about Dai Li's actions, but he couldn't say it out loud. He really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine Dai Li was selling in his gourd.
"It's hard to say yet whether it will be useful, but what if it is?" Dai Li said meaningfully.