Chapter 698: Zhongtang, You Want Literature, Not Military!
Jia Liu, who was determined to dedicate his youth to the Qing Dynasty and worked hard for it all his life, left. There was no way he would give up the hard-won opportunity to be elected as the King of Hats, and he also did not believe in the old rich man's free talk.
The title of Duoluobele, the Commander-in-Chief of Manchuria, and the Deputy Prime Minister in charge are all empty. There is no money, no food, and no one. Even being the foreman, military minister, is of no use.
A withdrawal fee of five million is even more impossible. Jia Liu helped solve the financial crisis of the imperial court not long ago. You, a rich old man, can't sell your buttocks for five million taels in an alley.
Even if the old man really offered five million taels, Jia Liu would not agree.
Frankly speaking, the value of a hat king is at least tens of millions of taels. If Dorgon's title of Prince Rui is worth 50 million taels, it must be worth 50 million taels.
Three hundred or five hundred, you are sending beggars away!
Of course, if the rich man is willing to mortgage the Forbidden City, it is not impossible to discuss it.
But obviously, the old rich will not do this.
It doesn't matter to Jia Liu whether it's a plot or a conspiracy, or whether it's a sap behind someone's back, or a dirty trick like using a black gun to show off.
Just take advantage of the opportunity.
Anyway, he is determined to be the king of hats.
The old rich man has to accept it even if he doesn't want to, unless he dares to flip the table.
Jia Liu also made mental preparations for this worst outcome.
Just the day before yesterday, two secret orders to mobilize troops were quietly sent out of the capital. One was to Demu, the commander-in-chief of Suiyuan, asking him to lead his troops to the Miyun area in the name of training.
One was to take charge of Liu Heyi from the Second Regiment of Bazhou Guards, and let him lead the second regiment to Tongzhou to join Li Mi's First Regiment of Guards, and closely monitor the movements in Beijing in the name of Zhili Road Supervision and Maintenance.
In this way, if there are the Jehol troops in Ruilin outside the city, as long as the old rich man dares to take action, gunshots will definitely be heard again in the sky above the capital a year later.
The colored man's central army was holding the town, and the Han army's vanguard battalion was suppressing it. The old man had no way of getting rid of him in the first place.
Moreover, Jia Liu also had an ambush.
This ambush can ensure that he can escape.
Once you leave the city, you can't help yourself.
However, Jia Liu didn't think that the old rich man dared to flip the table, because this National Congress was not only a good opportunity to resolve the dispute between hat kings and establish the authority of the new imperial institution, but also a key step for the old rich man to pave the way for his godson.
If Lao Twelve's status as crown prince cannot be determined at this meeting, there will be no chance of this year.
Next year, there will be no chance.
Based on the above judgment, Jia Liu concluded that the old rich man did not dare to mess around, so in the end he could only hold his nose and swallow the smoke, and watched the traitor in his eyes transform into the Aisin Gioro Hat King of the Qing Dynasty.
Little did he know that the moment he left the bathroom, the old man stamped his feet, then used a spell to shoot him in the back several times.
With such a posture, I really wish that my six sons could just ride a crane to the west.
The worst is possible, just carry a few extra pieces of paper string when you come to express your condolences.
After blowing on the small gun that turned into his right hand, the old man turned pale and secretly fucked the women of several generations of the Jia family.
"Zhongtang, you understand, give up your illusions and prepare for armed struggle!"
A figure walked in from the next door. It was the top person in charge of the armed forces of the Qing Empire - the old rich man's brother-in-law, the Minister of War, Iletu.
The backbone member of the rich party who was most hostile to Jia Liu was also the white glove used by the old rich to control the armed forces of the Qing Dynasty.
"If we don't take effective measures, we will be extremely passive!"
Iletu hid in the next door and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two Fu Jia. He was very angry. He clenched his fists with indignation and looked at his brother-in-law: "Zhongtang, you have also seen it. Whether it is the Central Committee or the Eight Banners, there are many people
Colluded with this kid, and now Sehentu is openly forming a clique with this kid. If it cannot be suppressed quickly, it will cause disaster in the future!"
"Guiziliu looks harmless to humans and beasts, but is actually sinister and vicious. It is impossible to expect him to follow Lord Zhongtang wholeheartedly. Just as we cannot expect a robber to be a good person, put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. I think it is time to take action against him.
Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll never have another chance.”
The speaker was Niu Lunbao, the Minister of Internal Affairs, who was born in Xianghuang Banner in Manchuria. He was the former deputy commander of the Eight Banners garrisoned in Xi'an. His ancestor was He Heli, one of the five founding ministers of the People's Republic of China.
When he was the counselor of the Western Regions, he formed a team with Iletu and jointly completed the annexation of the Torgut Ministry.
At the beginning of the year, he was transferred from Xi'an to the capital by the old rich man to take up the post of minister of the interior. He was also given the title of Commander-in-Chief of the Zhenghuang Banner of Mongolia. He was a relatively capable person among the rich party members.
"The situation has become obvious at today's meeting. If we don't take action, that kid will become the hat king of our Qing Dynasty. It will be difficult to deal with him by then."
Iletu has always advocated getting rid of Guiziliu, but his brother-in-law has always disagreed. He has unrealistic illusions about the kid, and even naively thinks that even if the kid can make trouble, he will not be able to escape from his five-finger mountain.
It was also based on this that the boy was transferred out of the capital and appointed as the governor of Zhili. But today's move from Sehentu made the rich party collectively feel the crisis.
Although most people in the wealthy party do not believe that Guizi Liuhui is a descendant of Prince Duduo of Yu, the authenticity of the evidence cannot be investigated for a while, but there is no way to refute it, and half of the princes, princes and ministers actually support Guizi Liu's candidacy, and
As a result of the voting, Guiziliu ranked first.
This made everyone in the wealthy party restless. A hat king may not be much of a threat, but a hat king with soldiers, territory, money and food in his hands is something that no one dares to look down upon, especially in Beijing, where there is Prince An.
A beast.
A wolf and a tiger can be divided and controlled. But how can a tiger and a wolf be controlled when they are in one place?
"Zhongtang, if you don't act decisively, it won't be a disaster, but our lives will be endangered!"
Iletu was very anxious. He had already made proper arrangements. As long as his brother-in-law spoke, the outside world would take immediate action.
At the sign of Yiletu's wink, Fu Ming'an, the Minister of War, who came in with Niulunbao, said: "As the saying goes, capture the thief first. Capture the king first. While Guiziliu and his followers are unprepared to the outside world in the Zongren Mansion, I will lower my official position."
But he led his troops together with Malqin, the admiral of the Nine Gates, to surround the Jia Mansion and capture Guiziliu's father and his brother who had just turned one month old. Then we would not be able to help this boy disobey!"
"Isn't it a bit excessive to do this without harming your family?"
As he said this, the old rich man was moved in his heart.
In order to make the brother-in-law make up his mind, Yiletu said quickly: "Zhongtang, everything is for the Qing Dynasty and the imperial court. Besides, we don't really have to get rid of this kid, as long as he voluntarily withdraws from the election and leaves the capital."
"That's it,"
The old rich man began to think, if he really had Guiziliu's father and brother under his control, this kid would probably not dare to make trouble with him.
This dynasty governs the world with filial piety. He, Liu Zhen, dares to disregard the lives of his father and brothers. Even if he wins, he will be despised by the people of the world.
Besides, he would not really take the lives of Daquan and his son. As long as the six sons are as obedient as before, we will still be good buddies.
Thinking about this, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, that's it."
Just as he was about to tell Fu Ming'an to do it, a man rushed in from outside the bathroom and said urgently: "No, absolutely not! Zhongtang, don't use force until the last moment. This is not a good thing for the country!"
Everyone turned to look, but it was Zhong Yin, the former governor of Fujian and Zhejiang, now the imperial minister, the vice president of Sikuquanshu, and the commander of the Zhenglan Banner of Mongolia.
His son was Enming, who had recently been promoted from the post of envoy to Anhui Province to the post of minister of the Ministry of Works in Beijing.