Chapter five hundred and twentieth seventh the wind gradually rises
The mourning hall is located in the living room of Wu Sibao's house. According to the Shanghai Municipal funeral rules, four Eight Immortals tables are placed in the four corners of the living room, with sacrifices placed on them. The coffin is placed in the center, and in front is the main altar with
Behind the tablets, incense burners, candlesticks and other items, a large photo of Wu Sibao hangs.
A large group of Taoist priests were performing salvation rituals. She Aizhen, dressed in plain clothes, sat on the ground in front of the main altar, crying heartbrokenly. There may not be love between her and Wu Sibao, but there was indeed affection.
In the process of rescuing Wu Sibao this time, Chen Mingxiang probably got more than half of his family property, and the total value may be more than one million US dollars. Therefore, he was very generous this time and directly gave 10,000 US dollars to the general manager in charge of his affairs.
Then he went to Wu Sibao's memorial tablet, burned three sticks of incense in the incense burner, and bowed three times in condolences. She Aizhen kowtowed to him with tears in her eyes.
The large garden of the Wu family was full of people, half of whom were members of the Qing Gang, because Wu Sibao was a disciple of the Wu generation who officially joined the Qing Gang, and he was also the number one figure in the Qing Gang in Shanghai.
While at the secret service headquarters, he used the power in his hands to help the Green Gang solve a lot of troubles. Naturally, the Green Gang had to express his innocence and sent a large number of people to help organize the funeral.
The other half were naturally people from the Secret Service Headquarters, mainly from the Guard Corps, as well as leaders of other departments, large and small. Fu Yewen and Ye Yaoxian were also present to help Zhang Luo, but Li Shiqun and his wife were not seen.
The situation at the scene was very strange. People from the secret service headquarters gathered together in small groups, muttering without knowing what they were talking about, and subconsciously ignored Li Shiqun's relatives.
"Commissioner Chen, it's unbelievable that Si Bao died of a sudden illness just after arriving in Suzhou. The brothers were a little murmuring, and some secretly speculated that this was Minister Li's hand." Wan Lilang lowered his voice.
The voice said secretly.
"The more it is at this time, the more you have to control your mouth. If you don't understand what is going on, making random guesses will make you unlucky." Chen Mingxiang said.
This is an ambiguous statement. It neither denies that it was Li Shiqun's hands nor admitted that it was Li Shiqun's hands and feet. What is the truth? Guess!
"There is no doubt that he died of poisoning. Last night, Director Yao from the laboratory of the Secret Service Headquarters gave Wu Sibao a careful examination and confirmed that he was poisoned. As for the poison, he really didn't know." Ma Xiaotian said at the side.
Where is the secret service headquarters?
Everyone in there is a special agent, and they are all smarter than monkeys. It is almost impossible to hide it from them. She Aizhen probably asked someone to check it as soon as she brought Wu Sibao's body back from Suzhou.
When Chen Mingxiang rescued Wu Sibao from the gendarmerie prison, he was still fine and had no abnormal reactions at all. How could he have an attack when he arrived in Suzhou?
Li Shiqun also leaked some rumors, saying that it was the work of the gendarmerie and that Wu Sibao was secretly given chronic poison, but everyone thought this statement was a bit far-fetched.
If the gendarmerie wanted to kill Wu Sibao, there was no need to bother with this. They could just take him to the execution ground and shoot him. Considering that he was accused of robbing gold, no one dared to object.
The person in charge of helping set up a dozen tables and dozens of chairs in the garden. Each table made a pot of tea and put out two packs of cigarettes. People from the secret service headquarters could not leave without showing their faces, so they just sat down to drink tea.
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The table where Chen Mingxiang was sitting was surrounded by a group of senior officials from the secret service headquarters, including Wan Lilang, Hu Junhe, Ma Xiaotian, Lin Zhijiang, Zhang Jinlu, etc. These were all guys with real power, but Fu Yewen and Ye Yaoxian were alone. Only Xia
Zhong Ming and Yang Jie.
At around ten o'clock, some officials from the Wang Puppet Government in Shanghai also came to pay homage to Wu Sibao. Of course, there were no important figures. A gangster like Wu Sibao was not in the sight of the traitor and traitor at all.
"Who is this noodle guy?" Chen Mingxiang looked at a man who had finished paying homage to Wu Sibao and was talking to She Aizhen.
This man was in his mid-thirties and looked like a dog in a suit and leather suit. He had the image of an intellectual, but Chen Mingxiang could tell from his eyes that he had some thoughts about She Aizhen.
She Aizhen, who is dressed in plain clothes, is thirty-eight years old this year, which is when a woman becomes mature and charming. In addition, she is already beautiful, and her appearance of pear blossoms with rain is particularly attractive.
"He is a well-known scumbag. Hu Lancheng, the former Political Undersecretary for Propaganda Affairs of the Jinling Government, Chairman Wang's pen, is said to fall in love with everyone he sees and throws away others he loves. He is extremely romantic." Because Ma Xiaotian was in Jinling,
I am relatively familiar with such people.
"I do know this guy's name. Didn't I hear that he is highly valued by Chairman Wang? Why, even the deputy minister was dismissed?" Chen Mingxiang was a little curious.
Of course he knew Hu Lancheng's name. He was just a poor middle school teacher in the past. Because he was good at understanding Wang Jingwei's thoughts and wrote several articles that met Wang Jingwei's needs, he rose to prominence in a short period of time and became the number one "writer" of the Jinling government.
He became the Parliamentary Secretary of the Propaganda Department, that is, the Deputy Minister.
This guy's reputation for being a playboy is even greater than his reputation for writing articles, but his little cleverness would really be a bit underwhelming when compared to She Aizhen.
She Aizhen, who was a member of the Qinggang, even ate Wu Sibao, a tyrannical and ruthless guy like Wu Sibao who killed without batting an eye. If Hu Lancheng dared to attack her, wasn't he looking for trouble for himself?
"You don't know, this guy has some literary talents and won't buy anyone's account. To put it nicely, he is just a scholar, to put it worst, it's 250. The boss of the Propaganda Department is Lin Baisheng, and he doesn't accept his tricks at all. Hu Lancheng is doing propaganda
Although he is the Parliamentary Secretary, he is actually an empty frame."
"I heard that the newspaper he served as editor-in-chief and main writer offended Zhou Fahai, so he was removed from the position of Parliamentary Secretary. However, Chairman Wang still attaches great importance to him. It is not easy to find someone to take the blame. It is estimated that there will be new ones.
appointment." Ma Xiaotian said.
When Wu Sibao was buried, Li Shiqun and his wife showed up, and they were also heartbroken and burst into tears. They seemed to be devastated by the death of their number one confidant.
Chen Mingxiang felt very sad in his heart. If he hadn't known the inside story of the matter, he would have almost been deceived by this guy. It would be a pity not to be a movie star.
As soon as Wu Sibao died, the Secret Service Headquarters vacated the post of captain of the Guard Corps. This was a lucrative position, and most of the profitable territory in the Shanghai Stock Exchange was in the hands of the Guard Corps.
But the problem is that all the guardsmen are members of Wu Sibao and Pan Tao, and most of them are gangsters. If you want to suppress these gangsters, you will not be able to do it without a few brushes.
