"Put the gun away!" shouted Peterson, and rushed into the cell with a gun, followed by two Indian prison guards who also held guns.
Jiang Xinda was stunned, put his gun in his holster, and hurriedly stood at attention and saluted.
Peterson knocked off Jiang Xinda's saluting hand with one hand, and raised his other hand high, trying to follow Jiang Xinda's direction and throw it down.
"never mind."
Peterson looked at Mu Tian doubtfully.
"Give me some face, he is also Chinese."
"This is not the patrol room you stayed in before, this is a prison, and prisoners are never allowed to be treated like this! Get out!"
Mu Tian frowned.
Although Peterson solved the immediate trouble, he said that he was a prisoner and his attitude towards the Chinese made him unhappy.
Jiang Xinda got the order and scampered out of the cell.
The Indian prison guard also went out and closed the door.
Peterson looked back at the door and saluted Mutian in a somewhat sloppy manner, "This is not the place to talk. We are formulating a rescue plan."
Mu Tian was greatly confused, what a fool you are for rescuing me, I am not guilty, so what will happen even if I am judged.
When Peterson saw that Mu Tian was silent, he stood at attention and saluted, and then went out.
Who are these people?
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Geng Yibiao was walking the dog for his third aunt Hao Mingzhen, which was a required course for him every morning.
In the morning in Shanghai, although there are still many tall chimneys emitting black smoke in the distance, which are factories working all night in the concession, the air is obviously much better than during the day.
Qiaofu is located in the middle of Xiafei Road. It is a Western-style house with three entrances. Three lanes to the north is the French General Assembly.
The third aunt's husky knew the way, and after leaving Qiao's house, she ran towards the French Club.
Geng Yibiao clasped his hands behind his back and followed slowly.
"Extra, extra! Look at the Japanese Ronin Bloody Western Restaurant! No..."
"Laihou."
"Good morning, Uncle Geng, would you like some?"
Geng Yibiao bought a copy, unfolded it and was stunned.
"Let's go, Uncle Geng. Extra number, extra number..."
Geng Yibiao couldn't hear the newsboy's farewell and shouts at all. His hands trembling as he unfolded the newspaper, his eyes were shining with tears, and his head seemed to be filled with paste.
This feeling has been there since the first time I met Mu Tian at the Dahua Apartment yesterday.
All night yesterday, he tossed and turned, wondering whether he should tell his master what he saw.
This is too similar. No, no, no, it doesn’t look like it, it just does. This is my young master!
Although Geng Yibiao has a master-servant relationship with his master, Qiao Shikuan, they were actually childhood friends. How could he not remember his master's appearance as a child, having grown up together?
This is Qiao Shikuan when he was young.
Judging from that age, he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, which should be consistent with the date when the young master and his mother Su Xiaoxiao disappeared.
Because there was no news from the young master, Geng Yibiao had never stopped for twenty years. He attributed the young master's disappearance to his own failure to protect him. Whenever he had the opportunity, he would ask someone to inquire about his whereabouts, and then leave himself.
I walked all over the streets and alleys of Shanghai, hoping to meet him by chance.
He sat down on the roadside and stared at Mu Tian's photo outside the ship.
Why was he so stupid that he allowed those gangsters to take advantage of him and stab his leg? He should have killed them instead, so that the young lady and the young master would not disappear. The master would not have to bear the pain of losing his son. After all these years,
The master always thought that his son was dead.
What kind of grief that must be.
Geng Yibiao himself has no children, but he can think of the pain of losing a son. Because Aunt Wan has a daughter who is the same as his own. She makes him happy when she laughs, and sad when she cries.
From the heart.
He felt that he should tell the master.
He stood up suddenly and ran towards Qiao Mansion.
After taking two steps, he stopped again.
Will it bring back the pain of losing a son to the master? The master has been in complete despair for so many years. If you give him hope, if he is not the young master in the end, can the master bear it?
He looked at the photo on the phone again, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and continued running.
He wanted to tell the master because he was convinced that the young man mentioned in the newspaper must be the young master.
Geng Yibiao ran all the way back to the house, where the cook was coming out of the dining room. He knew that the master had already gotten up to have breakfast, so he took a moment outside the door to catch his breath, and then opened the door and came in.
"Good morning, sir."
"Good morning, Uncle Geng, come over and have something to eat together."
Geng Yibiao stepped forward and bowed: "Master, please eat. I ate at the back. This is today's newspaper."
Qiao Shikuan and Uncle Geng grew up together, and they always treated him as a brother. So the servants called him "Uncle Geng", which made Geng Yibiao feel grateful and quite proud.
The newspaper he handed over deliberately placed the "extra number" of "Oriental Morning Post" above "Declaration".
Qiao Shikuan picked up the phone number, flipped through it, and then put it down, as if muttering to himself: "It's a stormy and troubled year."
"Master, please take a look again. I think it's very interesting."
Geng Yibiao also dared to say this because he and Qiao Shikuan were young.
"Well, I know about this. I was also in Alice last night, having dinner with Ji Fenglin, the owner of this newspaper, about advertising."
"Have you seen little..." Geng Yibiao still didn't say it when the words came to his lips.
"No. We were in the private room and heard crackling outside. It was Old Jack who came in and said something. Oh, by the way, I will go to the General Assembly to hold a board meeting later, probably to discuss how to deal with this matter."
"deal with?"
"Hmph, I guess I'm using the board of directors' decision to block the Japanese's gun again."
Qiao Shikuan was born in a small village at the foothills of Changbai Mountain. When he was fifteen or sixteen, he went into the mountains to cut trees and occasionally cook some Chinese medicinal materials, and he lived a comfortable life.
However, God did not follow his wishes, and his parents contracted tuberculosis. They sought medical treatment everywhere, wasting the family's meager savings, and still owed a fortune to famine. Two years later, both of them passed away.
Qiao Shikuan became an orphan and wandered deep in the mountains and forests like a ghost all day long, never leaving the mountains again.
Fortunately, there was a brother in the lumberyard who was the team leader who had a bad temper with him, so he drank and chatted with him every now and then, spending long nights together.
The eldest brother in the squad had a pleasant life. He married a daughter-in-law named Yang Hongyu, who was a great beauty.
Yang Hongyu was a virtuous woman, and she took good care of her husband's brother with a different surname. Every time she came home for a drink, she was busy preparing food and drinks. She also prepared clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Yang Hongyu's father was a small businessman who made medicinal materials. That year, he was encouraged by others to sell his family property in Northeast China and go to Nanyang to open up the traditional Chinese medicine market. Unexpectedly, there was no news after leaving, and his life and death were unknown.
Yang Hongyu also became a de facto orphan.
Fortunately, she is already married and has a big brother in the squad to rely on.
Unexpectedly, the eldest brother was hit in the waist while logging and became paralyzed in bed, unable to move below the waist.
A woman with a paralytic living in the deep mountains and old forests has an unpredictable life.
Qiao Shikuan knew how to repay his kindness, so he often sent some rice and flour and did heavy work of chopping firewood and carrying water.
As time went by, the eldest brother in charge felt very guilty, and his words revealed the meaning of "helping others".
Perhaps because she was oppressed by life and had no idea, Yang Hongyu didn't say anything, not to mention that she still cared about this "younger brother" in her heart. Besides, women need to be loved, and women who have experienced it are even more urgent. Guarding like this
How can a man feel pain in his lower body? He is a widower.
Especially at night, when thinking about the sweetness of the past and looking at the paralyzed man in front of her, Yang Hongyu often sheds tears.
Listening to the faint rustling sound next to him, the eldest brother in the squad often stared at the roof until dawn.
But Qiao Shikuan never tried to argue with her, and just came to the house to help as usual.
One day, as soon as Qiao Shikuan entered the house with a bowl of soup, the eldest brother in the squad rolled down from the kang, crawled at Qiao Shikuan's feet, and begged him to agree with tears.
"Brother knows that I have wronged my brother in this way, but I really can't help it. Please help me."
Qiao Shikuan was at a loss for a moment.
Yang Hongyu was just crying beside her.
Just like that, with the two people crying, Qiao Shikuan entered the house and started a conspiracy.
This happened in the spring of that year, when Qiao Shikuan was twenty-two years old.
In the winter of that year, the child of the best brother of the class leader was celebrating his full moon. Yang Hongyu and Qiao Shikuan went to have a wedding ceremony and celebrate, of course, on behalf of the class leader brother.
It snowed heavily that day, the journey was a bit long, and I drank a lot. I came back a bit late.
The snow is still heavy.
When they entered the house, they couldn't see the squad leader. They searched everywhere and finally found him in a mountain col about five miles away from home.
The eldest brother in the class was leaning against the tree, with his eyes open and his face covered in bruises.
When he died, everyone said he died of freezing.
Some people also say that even a man can’t bear to see his woman hurting others every day, so why wait until he dies?
That was a month after Qiao Shikuan's cousin Qiao Shiyou came to visit him from Jiaohe.
Yang Hongyu was greatly stimulated by the death of his eldest brother and refused to let Qiao Shikuan go into the mountains to log wood again.
They took the eldest brother's savings over the years and only a thousand yuan to start a medicine business.
Maybe Qiao Shikuan was not destined to be a coolie, maybe Yang Hongyu really wanted Qiao Shikuan, and the dead team leader was protecting them in heaven.
Their medicine business is booming.
From Heiji and Liaoning to Peking and Tianjin to Shanghai, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, as well as Singapore and Malaysia, he has customers and branches, which really greatly promotes the essence of Sinopharm.
Although there was a dispute between China and the West at that time, most of the time, people still believed in Chinese medicine practitioners, rather than doctors with stethoscopes and pretentious faces.
After making money, Qiao Shikuan later handed over his traditional Chinese medicine business to his cousin Qiao Shiyou, who had been doing business with him. He moved to the department store industry and opened the first department store Hengchang in Guangzhou. Later, he opened a branch of Hengchang in Shanghai.
No. Because of the right time and location, Shanghai soon became Qiao Shikuan's base, and then Hengshun opened. Hengxiang will open in a few days.
Things are going smoothly in the business and he is making a lot of money, but he has one shortcoming, that is, he cannot have children even after marrying three wives. This is an eternal pain in his heart. He thinks about his huge family fortune in a hundred years.
Inheritance, no matter how you say it, is also a great sorrow for people.
When he came to Shanghai to prepare for the Hengchang branch, he met Su Xiaoxiao, the top dancer of the new stage, and it was love at first sight. However, his third aunt, Hao Mingzhen, was a foreign student he married in Nanyang, and he could not tolerate any newcomers after him.
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Su Xiaoxiao also has a character, and will never act small. The bottom line is to stay in the home, marry the matchmaker, and be a leader at both ends.
Qiao Shikuan had no choice but to hide his beauty in a golden house.
Su Xiaoxiao lived up to his expectations and gave birth to a son for him.
However, on the day their son was one month old and the day he opened his Hengchang branch, both mother and son were attacked by gangsters and disappeared from the world.
Qiao Shikuan was heartbroken when he gained and lost again. From then on, he believed in his destiny and stopped marrying new people. Of course, he no longer thought about whether the relationship could continue.
The eldest wife Yang Hongyu also went in and out of the temple all day, eating fast and chanting Buddha's name.
"Master, look."
Qiao Shikuan looked up and Geng Yibiao held a photo frame and handed it to him.
There are photos of me taken when I was young, probably in my twenties, when I first arrived in Nanyang.
"Why are you showing me this?"
Geng Yibiao anxiously grabbed the door and pointed at Mu Tian's photo above, "Take a closer look."
Qiao Shikuan looked again and saw that the photo of Mu Tian in the newspaper was exactly the same as when he was young!
His hands convulsed violently and the chopsticks fell to the ground!
"Yes, yes, young master? My son!"
Qiao Shikuan couldn't believe such a coincidence. He reached out and pinched Geng Yibiao, making sure that this was not a dream.