Wearing a dark blue scholar's robe, Shen Fengdao climbed to the second floor cafe and came to An Yi's side. He nodded politely to Li Xiaolong and handed a newspaper to An Yi's hand.
When An Yi saw Shen Fengdao, who had been in the laboratory of the pharmaceutical factory for several days, suddenly arriving, he knew something was urgent. He took the newspaper and read it carefully, then handed it to Li Xiaolong opposite: "Let's take a look."
Li Xiaolong looked at An Yi strangely, then lowered his head and shook his head after reading the news on the front page of "Declaration": "This was definitely not done by our people. We can't use such despicable kidnapping methods to extort money from such bandits. If we encounter them, we will annihilate them without hesitation."
An Yi nodded with relief, turned to Shen Feng and said, "How will Uncle Dao deal with it?"
"We have sent people to Yushan County with a ransom of 20,000 yuan, hoping that it is too late. It has been three days since the incident happened, and it was only reported in the newspapers today. All newspapers in Shanghai, Nanjing and other places are condemning the kidnapping incident, and embassies and consulates in Europe and the United States are sending reports to Nanjing." The government exerted pressure, and Christian associations in various places were quarreling. If Pastor Pedro had not received an urgent call from Pastor Geer of Nanjing St. Paul's Church to find Uncle Dao and Jinan, none of us would have paid attention to this kind of thing.
Pedro said that Alfred and his wife came from Quzhou to Lao Nanchang for Christmas, and they stayed in our hospital to work directly after that. He also said that Alfred’s sister-in-law, the reporter, has arrived in Lao Nanchang. They all want to see you, please come and General Zhu helps with the rescue." Shen Fengdao shook his head slightly.
An Yi smiled bitterly and said: "Eastern Jiangxi and northeastern Jiangxi are not our sphere of influence. It is the junction area of the three provinces of Jiangxi, Zhejiang, and Anhui. The situation is very complicated. The mountains are towering and the trees are towering. It has always been a place where bandits have been haunted. Who has been there for decades? There is nothing we can do against them. In the past few months, we have often heard news about caravans being looted and merchants being ripped off.
This bandit dares to publicly extort a ransom of 20,000 yuan. They are obviously not an ordinary mob. They have certain strength after all. They are not easy to deal with! Uncle Dao's handling is good. I hope those strongmen will keep their word and accept the money and release them, otherwise this matter will definitely happen. If it becomes known to the whole world, it will have a negative impact on all aspects of the other party."
"You should go back and see the doctors, professors and engineers in the hospital. They don't even have the heart to work. Before I came, hundreds of foreigners gathered in the church to pray." Shen Fengdao said in a low voice.
"Okay, I'll call Uncle De and go back right away. It seems like tonight's business symposium can't be held."
An Yi stood up and saw Li Xiaolong still sitting, and said with a straight face: "Why are you still stupid? Let's have a drink at Lao Hantou's place tonight. Commander Yang Bin and his chief of staff Huan Qi should both be back. Okay, Ji Nan, Hu Tou and Lao Ding are all here. It’s a rare gathering and you don’t want to miss it? You will need help from their security headquarters for your future business. If you don’t meet them to understand their thoughts, what will you do if you go back? Explain?"
Li Xiaolong smiled bitterly and could only follow An Yi downstairs. After An Yi finished making a call at the bar downstairs, they got into the second car and rushed to Old Nanchang.
Along the way, An Yi pointed to many newly built buildings along the way from time to time and introduced to Li Xiaolong who invested in them and what they were used for. There was no trace of anger on his face, as if he were two brothers who had never blushed before.
Li Xiaolong nodded frequently and asked questions from time to time, seeming to have forgotten his unhappiness just now.
In fact, Li Xiaolong's heart was far less calm than his face. He was familiar with An Yi's generous character, and he also remembered that when he was in the model camp, even if An Yi lost his temper with his officers and soldiers, nothing would happen the next day when they met. But An Yi
This was the first time that Yi lost his temper with him. Just like how he treated those loyal old brothers before, he still treated him cordially and without any pretense. Li Xiaolong saw this and was extremely moved. He knew what An Yi had done.
What he did was just as he promised to all his old brothers, and he still treats Li Xiaolong as his own brother, not as an outsider.
An Yi got off the car at the door of the church, ordered Chen Mian to take Li Xiaolong and Li Xiaolong to the old Hantou shop for tea, then walked into the elegant church gate alone and went straight into the chapel.
When Pastor Pedro and everyone saw An Yi, they quickly rushed up. Miss Kaplan, the American "New York Times" reporter in China and Alfred's sister-in-law, had red and swollen eyes and a hint of helplessness and haggard on her pale face.
An Yi seemed to have a backbone, and he quickly came up to hold An Yi's hand and said hello, and then worriedly told An Yi in detail about the kidnapping of his sister and brother-in-law.
Pastor Pedro from the United States is a middle-aged philosopher about forty years old. He scratched his gray head, then crossed himself on his chest and whispered in English:
"An, the response from the National Government is very disappointing. Not only did those officials at the top fail to provide constructive suggestions for this disaster, they also shied away the responsibility. Finally, they said that the government forces were helpless against the criminal bandits in the remote mountainous areas. China
The Christian Association and the Young Men's Christian Association have just sent telegrams, and everyone is pinning their hopes on you."
An Yi held Pedro's hand and whispered comfort in increasingly proficient English: "Don't worry, Mr. and Mrs. Alfred are noble people. God will bless them. They are still models for me and the army I once led."
The benefactors of the battalion, the Model Battalion received their selfless help during the series of operations in the Quzhou area last year. Hundreds of sick and wounded soldiers received vigorous treatment from their husbands and wives and the local church. We can never forget this kindness.
Currently, the local Taoist Association and people from all walks of life are working hard on this. Negotiators elected by the local chamber of commerce rushed to Yushan by truck three hours ago. It is expected that news will come soon.
Pastor, Miss Kaplan, ladies and gentlemen, please don't be too sad. Based on my understanding of the gangsters, since they claim that they will harm the hostages if they don't pay ransom for five days, it means that we still have two days of rescue time. According to me,
Preliminary understanding shows that this group of gangsters does not have any political background. The speculations in Shenbao and other newspapers are wrong. This bad incident has nothing to do with any political forces. It is basically certain that this is just a criminal case. Therefore, it is estimated that an investigation is underway.
The rescue work will not encounter too many obstacles."
After everyone listened to An Yi's slow and laborious words, their worries were relieved a lot. Kaplan, who was beautiful, sexy and with delicate white skin, stepped forward and hugged An Yi tightly:
"Thank you, Ann, thank you! I don't know how to express my gratitude to you."
"You can express yourself just by letting go of your hands." An Yi replied humorously.
Everyone couldn't help laughing. Kaplan then remembered that the customs of the Chinese people were different from the customs of his own nation. His pretty face, which was originally white, suddenly turned red. He glanced at An Yi with his bright blue eyes and released his hands.
Her arms gently left his embrace.
Kruse, president of the hospital and vice president of the medical school, stepped forward and patted An Yi on the shoulder to thank him in a low voice. Then he left the church with dozens of colleagues and returned to the hospital next door.
An Yi knew clearly that this was the unorganized but conscious invisible pressure exerted on him by the foreigners, but he also secretly lamented the unity of the foreigners. At the same time, through Pastor Pedro's introduction just now, An Yi knew that Principal Jiang must also have received the news.
Presumably there will be many foreign envoys, especially American officials in China, pleading with him and putting pressure on him, because Yu Rizhang, the director general of the China Youth Christian Association who sent the urgent message, is the host of President Jiang's wedding ceremony, and President Jiang's newlywed
My wife, Song Meiren, and her family are all devout Christians. My father-in-law, Charlie Song, is also a pastor. Principal Jiang also hurriedly baptized and converted to Christianity not long ago because he wanted to marry Song Meiren. These people are better than myself, a hypocrite who has no choice but to join Christianity for profit.
Much more anxious.
After chatting for half an hour, An Yi comforted Kaplan again and said goodbye to everyone.
After leaving the church, An Yi walked and wondered if Principal Jiang would also send someone to help him for this matter. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the church gate, he saw Deng Wenyi, Secretary General of the Nanchang Huangpu Alumni Branch, and an unknown capable person.
The man was chatting with Lin Yaodong and Chen Mian standing next to the car.
When Deng Wenyi saw An Yi, she quickly waved her hands and shouted "Junior Brother An", and strode forward to greet her with a smile on her face. After shaking hands, she introduced the man next to her with a reserved smile to An Yi: "This is Liu Kun and Liu Mingzhang, third-phase political science department
Yes, I was originally in charge of the confidential room with Director Chen, you should have seen me, and I was just transferred to the Nanchang branch."
An Yi happily stretched out his hand: "I've seen it before, I've seen it in school, but Senior Brother Liu is a low-key man who doesn't like to talk, he's not as ostentatious as me, haha!"
Liu Kun held An Yi's hand tightly: "Junior brother is a celebrity everywhere. Brother Yu dare not say hello to him. We met him several times at the Nanchang headquarters last year. We were too busy and had no chance to have a good chat at that time. This time
After being transferred to Nanchang, I can have a good reunion with my junior brother!"
"The two senior brothers came to Lao Nanchang at this time, wouldn't they just come to have a drink?" An Yi guessed the purpose of their visit and deliberately made a joke.
Deng Wenyi smiled, took out a telegram from his pocket and handed it to An Yi, whispering: "This is a secret telegram sent by the principal to his juniors."
After An Yi read the letter, he immediately told Deng Wenyi the details of the rescue that had begun:
"...The younger brother is also facing a lot of pressure now. Please tell the principal that after the rescue work is completed, regardless of the outcome, Yang Bin's Central Jiangxi Security Headquarters will take measures against this stubborn bandit. At that time, I kindly ask the principal to pay attention to the Shanghai press.
It is best not to publish any relevant news, otherwise the impact will be irreparable."
Deng Wenyi realized the importance of the matter and had no intention of drinking: "Junior brother must send a car to take Brother Yu back to the city immediately. This news must be reported to the principal as soon as possible. The great powers and all walks of life in the country are quarreling. All eyes are on Northeastern Jiangxi. As long as we can
A successful rescue is a great achievement.
With my junior brother's status in the heart of the principal and the influence of Lao Nanchang, the principal will not let any negative news appear in the newspapers. As for the principal's clear opinions, I will tell you in detail after Brother Yu gets a reply."
After seeing off Deng Wenyi and Liu Kun, An Yi, accompanied by Lin Yaodong, walked to Lao Hantou's hotel and entered the second floor lounge. A group of brothers had already started drinking with Li Xiaolong.
Seeing An Yi come in, the brothers were in high spirits. They drank a lot of wine during the meal, and both the host and the guest returned home happily.
When Li Xiaolong woke up, his head hurt badly. He turned over and struggled, covering his head and moaning in a low voice: "...Li Huan, where was I sleeping... Ouch... Why do I feel like my ears are buzzing? Everything in this world is..."
It's swaying..."
"Battal Commander, this is on the cargo ship of Jiangnan Water Transport Company. It will be dawn soon, and we will soon arrive at the dock of Gao'an County." Li Heng helped Li Xiaolong up and handed him a brand new green military kettle.
Li Xiaolong took it, raised his head and drank it down. He took a long breath and blinked his eyes. Finally, he looked at the military kettle in his hand under the dim light and asked in a low voice: "Where did it come from?"
"Commander Yang gave it to me! Commander Yang gave you a lot of things at the wine table last night. You kept toasting to thank me. Did you forget?" Li Heng reminded in a low voice.
"Did I thank you? What did you give me?" Li Xiaolong asked in surprise.
Li Heng smiled: "Fifteen hundred sets of brand new military jackets, three thousand sets of old revolutionary army uniforms, one thousand five hundred military water bottles, and one thousand five hundred pairs of beautiful high-top military shoes."
, there are also more than a dozen sacks of old and new military belts, holsters, leather magazines and armed belts. Commander Yang said they were all selected and left after changing clothes, and they were all given to us. Have you really forgotten?"
Li Xiaolong sighed, fell down heavily, slapped his forehead and groaned: "Grandma... I wish I could forget it. I really want to forget it..."