The news that the Portuguese ambassador had been kidnapped was sent to Peiping in an instant, and at the same time the Portuguese note also landed on Xu Shichang's desk.
Xu Shichang's hair turned gray as he looked at the telegram in front of him. Not long after the Anhui War, the Prime Minister and the Cabinet had just been formed, and the political situation seemed to be further stable. Just when Xu Shichang was preparing to make a grand plan, he ran into such a thing.
, it really made him feel anxious.
"Have you found out who did it?" Xu Shichang frowned, suppressing his heart and asked his secretary.
"It is said that it was carried out by a group of bandits near Taihu Lake. The police in Wuxi seemed to have had direct contact with the bandits, but were repelled."
Xu Shichang's anger surged and he started to slap the case, saying angrily: "They are all just a bunch of losers, losers!"
The secretary stood aside tremblingly, not daring to speak, and could only let Xu Shichang vent his anger.
Xu Shichang cursed for a while, slowly calmed down, and said to his secretary: "If you give me a telegram, Pan Yuxun, you must rescue the Portuguese Ambassador immediately. Also, contact me the Portuguese Embassy, and you must stabilize yourself first."
Let’s talk about Portugal later.”
The secretary responded and walked out the door, sighing secretly in his heart. If those policemen had been effective, they would not have allowed the robbers to rob the ship.
But now the two families, Zhili and Fengcheng, are red-faced because of the cabinet affairs. Although they haven't broken up yet, they are still facing each other, and the situation is not optimistic.
As soon as the secretary stepped out of the room, Xu Shichang suddenly stopped him, "Wait a moment!"
The secretary stopped and looked at Xu Shichang with a puzzled look on his face: "Is there anything else the president can do?"
Xu Shichang came out from behind the desk, walked around in front of the desk twice, and finally said: "The impact of this matter must be eliminated at all, and it cannot be reported in the newspaper! Do you know?"
The secretary was stunned for a moment and understood instantly. Since the Tianjin Conference, Cao Kun has always been resentful about Xu Shichang's support for Jin Yunpeng as prime minister.
If this matter becomes a big deal and Cao Kun submits a request to the cabinet, Xu Shichang's position as president may not be secure.
The secretary nodded, turned around and was about to walk out when he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Xu Shichang, but hesitated to speak.
Xu Shichang frowned and looked at him and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it and don't hesitate."
The secretary thought about it and said cautiously: "Do you want to discuss this matter with Wu Yushuai?"
Xu Shichang was stunned for a few seconds. He ran his fingers over the beard on his mouth, thought for a while and said: "We can't wait for now. Let's see what's going on in Wuxi!"
Now that Xu Shichang said so, the secretary stopped talking and turned around to leave. Xu Shichang walked to a map on the wall and stared at the word Wuxi, his expression changing, not knowing what he was thinking.
Han Baihang had no idea what was happening outside. What he was most worried about now was Lu Lanchun's safety.
In the gloomy cell, several ghost-like figures huddled together, secretly looking at Han Baihang and pointing, but no one came close to him.
The humidity in the south is very heavy, especially in this invisible place. When you touch the wall with your hand, you can feel a burst of moisture. The hay on the ground has also been penetrated by the moisture, revealing bursts of moisture.
chill.
This is good, let Han Baihang's head start to calm down, the most important thing now is to get in touch with the commander here and identify himself.
In Han Baihang's memory, the Jiangsu Military Affairs Supervisor and the deputy envoy for Jiangsu, Anhui and Jiangxi patrols at this time should be Qi Weiyuan, the commander of the 6th Division of the Beiyang Army, a major warlord belonging to the Zhili clique.
Han Baihang firmly believed that as long as he revealed his identity, he would be able to get out of trouble. Thinking like this, Han Baihang stood up, ignoring the bloody wound on his head, and shouted to the outside: "Prison boss! Prison boss! I have
Something to say!”
After a while, the fat jailer came back with a sullen face and his fingers kept rubbing the baton on his waist.
"What is it called!" the jailer roared: "I think you have a short memory!"
As he raised his hand to hit, Han Baihang subconsciously shrank back and dodged the jailer's baton. The jailer hit the air with his baton, was stunned for a moment, and sneered: "You kid, you still dare to hide? You're tired of living!"
He opened the cell door and walked in with a fierce look.
When the prisoners who were huddled aside saw the cell boss getting angry, they shivered in the corner and didn't even dare to look over there, for fear of causing harm to Chi Yu.
Han Baihang waved his hands repeatedly and said to the jailer: "Brother, cell leader, I don't mean to cause trouble, I have something to say!"
The jailer didn't care so much. He pointed his baton directly at Han Baihang. While beating him, he also said: "I told you to talk too much. When you enter my place, even if you are a tiger, you will have to lie down for me, and if you are a dragon, you will have to be restrained."
With."
Han Baihang protected his vitals and huddled in a ball, trying to identify himself. However, the jailer's batons were so dense that he had no chance to speak.
After beating for a while, the jailer's face was covered with sweat, which flowed down the gaps in his fat flesh. Han Baihang shrank into a ball and had already passed out.
The jailer wiped the sweat from his face, raised his baton and shouted at the prisoners: "I am very busy today. If anyone dares to bother me again, this kid will be a role model!"
After saying that, the jailer kicked Han Baihang again and spat on him. When he turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eye.
The jailer fiddled with Han Baihang's body, and a small notebook came into view. He bent down and picked up the small notebook.
"Isn't this..." The jailer looked at the familiar book in front of him, frowned and thought for a while and said, "It turns out that this kid is still a soldier."
The jailer is also illiterate. He has only seen a soldier's ID card a few times and has no idea that there is something called an officer's ID card in this world. Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
The jailer took away Han Baihang's military ID card and walked panting down the deep corridor, making sounds like a dog panting.
While Han Baihang was sleeping, he felt something was pulling off his clothes. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the prisoners who were huddled together were scrambling to tear off his clothes.
Seeing Han Baihang wake up, several people hid to the side like frightened rabbits. Han Baihang rubbed his aching body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and secretly cursed in his heart: "This bitch is too cruel, he can't even speak
Don't let me say a word."
He touched his chest pocket with his hand and found it was empty. Han Baihang was startled, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted out loud: "Where is my military officer's ID card?"