After the farewell ceremony for tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Chongqing, the old man's mental state obviously collapsed. He huddled in the corner of the prison car with his head hanging down, and ignored Jia Liu's shouts.
The escorting imperial guards understood this, and it was probably due to the ups and downs in their moods. After all, no one knew what the outcome would be when the prison car was deported to Beijing this time.
Jia Liu was very satisfied.
The farewell ceremonies in Chengdu, Luzhou, and Chongqing showed that the Gongjin Association had fully penetrated the three governments and could effectively mobilize the military and civilians.
The main reason why I gave the old rich man such a good send-off was because the old man was a bit like a political roly-poly, so it was necessary to give him a whole big job.
There is only one purpose: Sichuan people do not welcome you back!
As an old bureaucrat who has been tested in officialdom for a long time, the old rich man may have been confused at first about the purpose of Guiziliu's careful arrangement, but now he is definitely full of ideas.
So, the spirit collapsed.
The Governor was convinced that he would never be able to return to Sichuan, and he was also convinced that the Han army brat he looked down upon at all was really powerful now.
But where this strength comes from, the Governor would never have thought of it even if he broke his head.
Because it was the strength that he personally gave to the other party.
To be precise, one is selling and the other is buying.
There were still thousands of miles away from Beijing, and the old rich man ignored him, and Jia Liu couldn't just sit there like an idiot, so he chatted with the guard who was escorting him.
"Which unit do you belong to, brother? Where do you work as a errand? The stick-sticking department? The Shangsiyuan? The eagle and dog department?"
The person responsible for the personal supervision of the Admiral is the second-class bodyguard An Ke, who is in his twenties and was born in Manchuria under the Yellow Flag.
Seeing the criminal admiral talking to him in the prison car, Anke immediately didn't want to talk to him, but when he thought about it, the person in the prison car was the prince's consort of Prince Xin's palace after all, or the emperor's imperial concubine Batulu. Although he had committed a crime and was deported to prison.
Beijing, but most likely he would not lose his life, so from a long-term perspective, he still took the blame and said that they were stuck at the pole.
"Where is the rod sticking? Not bad, good, promising."
Jia Liu nodded and suddenly asked Anke: "Has your stick-sticking department sent anyone abroad to inspect it?"
"Going abroad for inspection?"
Anke was stunned there, not knowing what this meant.
Jia Liu explained that it was whether the sticky pole office had sent people abroad in recent years.
Why do you ask?
Jia Liu had seen some street stalls in his previous life and said that Niangan was the world's largest spy intelligence organization in the 18th century. It not only collected a large amount of intelligence about the world at that time, but also knew the ins and outs of the French Revolution and the comprehensive industrial revolution that had taken place in Britain.
Revolution, and even knew that the Industrial Revolution had penetrated into Central Asia, and was even able to inform the Forbidden City of British ship intelligence at that time, which was amazing.
It was also said that Qianlong wrote a letter to Louis XVI, and those who went to France with the envoy were intelligence officers from the Sticky Branch.
In short, in addition to being a bloody assassination organization written by the author of martial arts novels, this Sticky Gang is also an organization that integrates the Intelligence Bureau, MI6, and the KGB.
There are noses and eyes. It is said that the Manchu files in the Forbidden City in Beijing completely record the "achievements" of this stick-sticking place, and pointed out that the biggest enemy of the Qing Empire was the rise of Tsarist Russia.
Jia Liu didn't quite believe this.
Manchu?
It seems that few of the royal guards can write.
If the stick-sticking department was really that good, it would be impossible for Gansu to deceive the whole province of Qianlong for nearly ten years.
Therefore, in his opinion, the so-called myth of stick-sticking is nothing more than bragging by some thoughtful people.
As for the so-called foreign intelligence sources, Jia Liu and others analyzed that Guangdong had a lot of Western businessmen gathered due to its trade, so it was the Western businessmen who brought all kinds of information, rather than sending people from Niangan Department to collect it abroad.
As for the correspondence between Qianlong and Louis XVI, there is no evidence. Instead, the Qing emperor wrote an extremely arrogant letter to the King of England. The 976 words in the entire text are full of ignorance.
In Jia Liu's previous life, this was the only letter written by Emperor Qianlong to the West and was kept in the British Museum for people to laugh at.
No matter how much Qianlong was wary of the Han people, if he really knew the true situation abroad through Sticky Stick, this foolish letter would never have been written.
The fact that he was able to write it also shows that Guan Guanzhang has no idea about the real situation abroad.
Can this be called the most fucking awesome intelligence organization in the 18th century?
Sure enough, Anke shook his head and said that the Sticking Branch had not sent personnel abroad since its establishment, but it had investigated the intelligence of Junggar and Myanmar and knew that there were Western mercenaries in the Junggar and Myanmar armies. He also spent a lot of money to buy them.
A batch of Western firearms.
The Qianlong imperial short-hand gun that Jia Liu used to shoot black guns was a replica of a Western gun obtained from the stick-stick department.
Jia Liu felt relieved after confirming that the sticky area was relatively low-level. Then, under Anke's puzzled gaze, he suddenly put his hand into his crotch and touched it.
What is this?
Anke was shocked.
But he soon discovered that things were not what he thought, and the concubine took out a banknote from his crotch like a magic trick.
"Speaking of which, we are also colleagues. I am on my way to clearing the sect, so I ask my brother to take care of me."
Jia Liu couldn't help but push the banknote to Anke through the fence, and winked in front of him, meaning to put it away quickly so as not to be seen by others.
After some mental struggle, Anke accepted the banknote and whispered: "Thank you, my consort!"
Although it is a tasteful banknote, it is better than real money.
To get people's money and do things for them, Anke couldn't be more kind to his consort in the next few days, and he can handle any needs immediately.
To Jia Liu's surprise, the old rich man was resurrected with full health again.
On the first day, I was sitting in the prison car in front, with my back to the Japanese soldier Liu in the back.
The next day, I turned my back to the prison car and faced the Japanese Six.
On the third day, he spoke: "I have been a hawk all my life, but I didn't expect that you, a little bastard, would be tricked by me."
"Who told you not to regard me as one of your own?"
Jia Liu took a bite of the apple that Anke got for him.
The old rich man suddenly laughed, and it was very strange. You kid, you have no idea how powerful Tathagata Buddha is.
Jia Liuxin was a little panicked, his face suddenly changed, and he said with a smile: "Sir, what is it that makes you always so happy?"
"you guess."
The old rich man turned around and continued to face Jia Liu.
What else can the old guy not do?
Jia Liu felt uncertain because of this. He moved forward and called softly: "Sir, you and I are in the same boat. We can run away, but the monk can't run away from the temple."
The old man's shoulders shook slightly and he ignored it.
Just as Jia Liu was about to call again, the sound of hoofbeats suddenly came from the official road in front of him. It was someone from the Shaanxi-Gansu Governor's Office who was coming from Xi'an.
The escorting imperial guard was the one who stopped the Shaanxi-Gansu Governor's Mansion, but after the other party showed the governor's warrant, the leading guard Guoen thought for a moment and agreed to meet the prisoner.
Jia Liu didn't know what those people from the Shaanxi-Gansu Governor's Office said to the old rich man. Anyway, after these people left, the old rich man's mental outlook improved significantly, and there was a faint feeling of spring breeze.
Even the imperial guards who escorted him had obviously different attitudes towards the Sichuan governor who was imprisoned and transferred to Beijing.
Jia Liu couldn't hold it any longer and called Lao Fu enthusiastically again.
If you don’t agree, just say two or three times.
Finally, the old rich man became impatient after being called out. He turned around and glared at Jia Liu angrily: "You're fucking calling for a soul!"
Calling the soul?
Jia Liuyi was startled, with a smile on his face: "Sir, I am also a member of the club."