At around nine o'clock in the evening on June 3, Major Fei Mo Qinghai, the deputy station chief of the Baoying Station in Niangan Branch, sat straight in his military uniform in a magnificent living room. This is Yiljue, the right deputy chief of the Niangan Branch.
Luo Yonggui is in one of the six villas outside Beijing. This time he found Mr. Yong's eldest son through a relationship. He spent more than 30,000 yuan and finally got a chance to meet him. This time he prepared another one.
The box was given to Lord Yonggui as a "first tribute".
Qinghai sat upright on the sofa and looked at the living room. This should be one of the several living rooms in this large villa, because there was a bone plaque made of the shoulder blade of an unknown animal hanging on the wall, with three inscriptions engraved on it.
A big character:
Africa Hall.
Under the three Chinese characters, there are small English characters: africa.
This large living room has strong African characteristics, and anyone can see it. Rather than a living room, it is more suitable to be a hunting trophies exhibition hall. On the left and right walls, ten identical lion heads are neatly inlaid, which is quite impressive.
It is magnificent. Above the fireplace, there is a whole African elephant tusk. At the entrance, there is also a stuffed gorilla, which is as tall as a person. The fur on its back is silver-gray, and it has a fierce look, as if it wants to intimidate all the guests who enter the living room.
Similar.
Qinghai looked around and calculated the value of the things in the living room. He didn't know whether Mr. Yonggui had been to Africa, but the lions, elephants, and gorillas filling the living room obviously couldn't have been killed by him.
.Obviously Master Yonggui has a clear hobby for wild animal products. Each of these items is valuable, and he declares to every seeker: those who give less will get out as soon as possible.
Qinghai stared at his box at his feet again, feeling a little more at ease. It was early summer, but it was still cool under his buttocks. The sofa was covered with a mat made of African rock python skin, and the smooth scales on it were very cool.
It also felt very good. However, Qinghai felt extremely uncomfortable sitting on it, as if he had been entangled and swallowed by a big python.
…
In the building on the other side of the big villa, in a larger and more luxuriously decorated "North American Hall", under the dazzling lights, twelve blond girls danced the cancan dance. These are professional actors from American Broadway.
Wearing men's clothing on the upper body, top hats, suits with open arms, and ties on the snow-white necks, but underneath the suits are purely female lace garters and high heels. Twelve blondes danced their canes in unison, accompanied by
The fiery dance music, with the twenty-four toned thighs constantly raising and waving in an orderly manner, is quite spectacular and demonstrates the fiery charm of the Cancan dance which is full of difficulty.
The surrounding lights were dim, and there were five or six officials of the Qing Dynasty sitting there. Among them were the military ministers who were valued by the emperor, senior officials of the army, and the head of the National Police Service... The host was of course the right deputy chief of the Niangan Department, Yi Er.
Jueluo-Yonggui.
Some of the people in the North American Hall are there to curry favor with Yonggui, and some are here to curry favor with Yonggui. But now, everyone is sitting together, enjoying the "performance" together in a friendly manner. Each of them has a smile on his left and right in his arms.
Each holds a pair of beautiful girls wearing only three-point underwear. The one on the left is a young Broadway actor from the United States, and the one on the right is a female college student selected in Beijing. Those with beautiful appearance and excellent English are specially selected to "act as translators" for adults.
"...
In the atmosphere of lasciviousness, these senior officials of the Qing Dynasty seemed to have forgotten the intrigues and intrigues, and were all immersed in the happiness in front of them.
The Imperial Air Force Minister Bai Jia-Fuxiang hugged two girls, one in the middle and the other in the outside, and caressed them amidst the loud music, while laughing loudly at the American girl on the left:
"Little Miss, do you think it's better for you, the United States, or for us, the Qing Dynasty?"
The female student from the Qing Dynasty on the right gasped softly in Fuxiang's arms while not forgetting to translate it in English. The American "little girl" on the left giggled and said in blunt Chinese:
"Qing Dynasty! Good!"
Not only Fuxiang, but also the officials around him laughed. Yonggui said with a smile:
"Little Miss, do you think the Qing Dynasty is better than the United States?"
The female student from the Qing Dynasty translated again in English with a smile. The American blonde girl said a few words with a smile, and then the female student said in a sweet voice:
"Sir, she said that our Qing army is stronger than the United States, our products are richer than the United States, our people are happier than the United States, and our country is richer than the United States..."
"Oh?" Fuxiang interrupted her and asked curiously, "She said that our Qing Dynasty must be richer than the United States?"
The female student translated again. After hearing what the American girl said, she smiled again:
"Sir, she said that the best villas on the west coast of the United States and in Hawaii belong to us adults from the Qing Dynasty. She also said that if it weren't for our adults from the Qing Dynasty, half of their banks in the United States would have collapsed... On Broadway
Instead of performing, it is better to come to the Qing Dynasty to serve the adults. I heard that they came to the Qing Dynasty, and their companions were very envious. They said that marrying Rockefeller would be worse than marrying the adults of the Qing Dynasty."
All the officials of the Qing Dynasty laughed loudly. When they heard that the citizens of the powerful country on the other side of the ocean were so envious of themselves, their self-esteem was greatly satisfied. Yonggui laughed and said:
"Come on, give me a reward!"
Then he stretched his hand behind him, and a servant immediately picked up a box and opened it, revealing a lot of Qingyang banknotes. He grabbed a few from inside and stuffed them to the blonde with a smile.
The blonde girl took it out, looked at it, smiled charmingly, and said something softly in a seductive voice.
The female student next to her was startled, a little nervous, and translated hesitantly:
"She said thank you for the reward, sir, but it would be... better if you... could reward me with cash or US dollars."
When the sentence was translated, the surrounding area was a little cold, and the faces of several officials changed slightly: This is obviously a disdain for the official currency issued by the Qing government. If others despise it, just despise it, but it is such a "foreign toy", "foreign toy"
Fantou” is despising the Qing currency.
Yonggui, the deputy head of the sticky rod department, was still smiling, but he was thinking: It seems that the whole world knows that the Qing Dynasty banknotes are no longer trustworthy. Although the Qing Dynasty currency is known as the silver standard, the official price of one Qingyang is equal to seven cents and two cents of silver.
But now everyone knows that the government has been printing more money to plunder wealth from the people.
On the black market, if you want to exchange for a silver dollar with a face value of one qingyang, you have to use at least two qingyang or more banknotes. Moreover, the depreciation of qingyang banknotes has accelerated rapidly in recent months, and private transactions are less willing to use banknotes, either.
Use silver coins or copper auxiliary coins, and don't use banknotes unless absolutely necessary. Now take a lot of banknotes to the bank to exchange for silver dollars. Even the central bank of the Qing Dynasty will not exchange them for you at the official price. The government's credibility is gone.
Yonggui thought about this and still looked at the American blond beauty with a smile. The American girl was still smiling, her sapphire eyes were full of tenderness, but there was no trace of fear. On the contrary, Da Qing on the other side
The female student turned pale with fright.
Yonggui laughed, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The servant behind him understood, turned around and went out. Within a moment, he came in with a large thick envelope and bowed to hand it to Yonggui.
He opened the envelope, pulled out a stack of dark green $100 bills, and gave one to the American girl.
In this era, for a poor girl, 100 US dollars is a lot of money. Even for a poor American girl.
The American girl's eyes lit up, she took the note with the portrait of Benjamin Franklin printed on it, kissed it on the lips, stuffed it into her bra, then put her arms around Yonggui's neck and said sweetly.
The frightened girl next to her swallowed her saliva and translated carefully:
"She...she said that the Qing Dynasty is the greatest country in the world."
Yonggui said with a sly smile:
“Greater than America?”
The American girl smiled charmingly and said something.
The Qing girl turned pale again, swallowed her saliva, and said tremblingly:
"She said... of course, the Qing Dynasty is much greater than the United States, and the whole world knows..."
Now even a fool can feel the smell in the air. Several Qing officials were very embarrassed, and some were even a little angry. The American girl's explicit compliment sounded like irony to these adults.
Their fragile self-esteem was stung.
Several people were staring at the American girl next to Mr. Yonggui, wishing they could immediately order someone to drag her out and beat her to death with sticks.
The American girl seemed to sense that something was wrong in the atmosphere. But she still smiled and looked directly at the Qing Empire's secret agent chief, Yong Gui, the right deputy commander. There was just a hint of neither humbleness nor arrogance in her eyes.
Yonggui stared intently at this American girl... this American girl who was poor and had no power or influence except for a good face and a good figure. He wanted to slap her, but he restrained himself.
...Although she is here to make money by selling laughs, she is an American. As long as she is "abused" here, this American girl who was making money by selling laughs one minute will be able to stand up and flourish from here the next minute.
, go directly to the U.S. Embassy. Then, the U.S. Embassy will make the decision for this American citizen who makes money by selling jokes, protest, negotiate, and demand an apology... Then, you will feel the pressure from the Foreign Minister, the Minister of Military and Aircraft, political opponents, and even
The emperor's pressure... In the end, he, the dignified spy chief, may have to apologize to this poor American girl who made money by selling jokes.
This is what the Qing officials have always been puzzled about. The Qing government has always put the overall situation first, and will never harm its own people and friendly countries. But why are the friendly countries so stingy, even a poor and humble citizen?
Looking so precious?
Yonggui turned his angry eyes away from the American girl and stared at the Qing girl on the other side, then punched him hard and shouted at the same time:
"You can't translate!"
This female student from the Qing Dynasty was knocked to the ground, covering her face, twitching in pain, and blood slowly flowed out from her fingers. After a while, she let out a painful howl.
...It's not a big relief, but at least I breathed a sigh of relief.
Yonggui sat back on the sofa proudly, waved his hand, and two servants immediately came in and dragged the girl away.
The atmosphere was very awkward.
Fortunately, at this time, the servant behind him saw the opportunity and came forward and whispered something into his ear.
Yonggui stood up, complained to several officials, asked them to continue, and then went out by himself.
…
Yonggui came to the other end of the villa and entered the African Hall. Qinghai immediately stood up and saluted Mr. Yonggui.
Yonggui looked at him with raised eyelids and asked him to sit down with a shelf. After the two sat down and exchanged a few words, Qinghai opened the heavy little box at his feet and transferred it to Yonggui's
In front of me, he smiled and said:
"Master Yong, this is a small filial piety from this subordinate, but it is really disrespectful. I would like to ask Master Yong to give me some face..."
Yonggui glanced at the contents of the box, smiled slightly, and his expression became more kind.
There were neatly stacked yellow gold bars in the small box, reflecting the dazzling golden light under the light. Each gold bar was as wide as a matchbox and as long as half a chopstick, with the words "1kg" cast on it and a line of foreign characters.
He counted briefly and found that one kilogram of gold bars weighed ten per layer, and the thickness of this small box could hold about three layers. That was thirty bars.
Yonggui is a veteran at collecting money, and he quickly estimated the approximate value of these 30 kilograms of gold bars. He knew that this one kilogram standard gold bar is worth about 3,500 ocean dollars, and 30 gold bars are ten
From 10,000 oceans to 110,000 oceans.
His son has told himself before that he just wants to communicate with the emperor through himself. For such a help that is not difficult to do, a meeting gift of more than 100,000 yuan is not too generous.
Yong Gui also understood that for a deputy stationmaster of the Sticky Branch of the Qing Dynasty, it might take three to five years to earn this one hundred thousand ocean. If he was a little more "relaxed", it would take a year and a half.
Got it.
And the salary for that position is only over one hundred oceans a year.
Yonggui kindly invited him to drink tea and said with a smile:
"Qinghai, you used to be in the Air Force, and you joined the Sticky Rod Department later, right?"
"Sir Huiyong," Qinghai quickly lowered his head and said, "This subordinate is indeed a former member of the Air Force."
Yonggui nodded and drank tea with a smile. After a while, he said:
"So in this Nanming exercise, a large number of aircraft were used, and you feel like you have seen the trick."
Qinghai quickly said:
"I don't dare... It's just that I know the air force well and the potential of air power in war... In this Nanming exercise, their army aviation performed very amazingly in the battle. In addition, Nanming currently treats us.
It does have air superiority..."
Yonggui looked at the ceiling, crossed his legs, and coughed lightly.
"Ah, ah, damn it, I made a mistake..." Qinghai was startled, and he hurriedly opened his mouth and said with a smile, "Air superiority, of course, is on our side of the Qing Dynasty... Nan Mingque
With little iron and little coal, a few planes cannot make a difference..."
Yonggui then returned his smile, squinted his eyes and nodded slightly, indicating for him to continue.
Qinghai wiped a cold sweat and was secretly glad that he reacted quickly. At the same time, he was sighing in his heart. He hadn't been to Beijing in just a few years. He didn't expect that the atmosphere in Beijing was getting more and more intense... Qing Dynasty newspapers and radio stations have been promoting the New Year.
During the Southern Expedition, the Qing Dynasty won a major victory. The Southern Ming Dynasty paid indemnities and sued for peace. The Qing army and air force far surpassed the Ming army... But everyone knows that this is just a lie to the common people. Even most of the common people don't believe it.
.Is it possible that these gentlemen who wrote manuscripts in the capital unknowingly believed it?
However, he was still cautious and told Master Yong as clearly and clearly as possible about the collected information about the Nanming exercise, as well as his understanding of air-ground coordination, the influence of air strikes on the entire battlefield, etc.
once.
Yonggui listened, trembling on his toes, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, glancing at the young subordinate in front of him from time to time, and then at the gold at his feet, thinking in his mind.
This man is obviously too young, full of romantic thoughts of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. Yonggui knows that this Qinghai is also a "worker's son". His Ama is the former chief of Xuzhou branch, Feimo Sakda, who died last year
He was shot to death when he was "bloodbathed" by the Nanming commandos in the Xuzhou branch. Sakda's son Qinghai used to be an officer in the air force, but later his Ama found a way to get him into the sticky pole and went to Baoying.
Stand as deputy webmaster.
But last year, his mother died in the hands of Nanming commandos. This Qinghai developed a deep hatred for Nanming and became a rare "extreme patriot" among the military and political officials of the Qing Dynasty. This year, Baoying Station arrested and shot him
The "Nan Ming spies" are as good as someone from another branch.
Now, this passionate young man relies on his little knowledge of the air force and uses his own money to try to influence the country's affairs and avenge his own father.
...He keeps saying that airplanes are great, but he is also a Duheite.
Yonggui defined him this way.
Yonggui knew in his heart that Nanming's exercise was for the Qing Dynasty to see. As usual, the so-called victory and defeat were arranged in advance... You can understand it by looking at the results of their exercise. The two divisions were defeated in two days.
, eating up six divisions in one breath, and only suffered a few thousand casualties. This is obviously bragging and not drafting, and it is too false. What is air superiority? No matter how great air superiority is, it cannot be like this. Of course
Everyone else is stupid.
But Yonggui looked at the box of gold bars at his feet and felt that if he didn't take it, it would be in vain. Qinghai wanted to be a fool, but Yonggui didn't want to be a fool with him.
"Qinghai," Yonggui said thoughtfully, "hearing what you said, I feel that this matter must not be taken lightly. It is related to the fate of the Qing Dynasty, so I have decided to fight for you in front of the emperor.
Let’s fight to make the emperor understand this truth and take action as soon as possible.”
Qinghai was overjoyed when he heard this. He immediately stood up, plunged a Qian'er into it, and said loudly:
"Thank you Lord Yong for your understanding of justice!"
Yonggui helped him up with a smile and said with a smile:
"Haha, if so, I would also like to thank you..."
"Ah, sir..."
"Haha, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have heard such a high-sounding speech...Look at the many civil and military officials in the Qing Dynasty, who is willing to spend his own money to do things for the country? Haha, so
, I understand these things, you should take them back..."
Qinghai was immediately shocked and expressed his strong intention that this was his intention. Mr. Yong had been working hard for the country all day long, and it was too hard. Now he had to give advice to the emperor for the sake of the country... If Mr. Yong did not accept it, then he would be too sad in his heart.
Feeling uneasy.
After declining for a while as usual, Yonggui accepted the thirty kilograms of gold with satisfaction.
Afterwards, the two chatted for a while before Yonggui asked someone to send Qinghai out.
…
The next day, June 4, Yonggui, the right deputy chief of Niangan Department, entered the palace to meet Emperor Guangwu.
"Yonggui," Guangwu saw him and asked directly without saying a word, "What do you think of this military exercise in Nanming?"
Yonggui smiled and said:
"Your Majesty, the weak master of the Southern Ming Dynasty actually committed such a farce! Your Majesty, in my opinion, this is a clown jumping off the beam, using a mantis' arm as a chariot, and it is not worth a laugh!"
Guangwu nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:
"Yes, you are right... However, they are a farce, but they are also a provocation to the power of our Qing Dynasty. If we do not fight back and just tolerate it, there is no guarantee that the international community will not laugh at my Qing Dynasty. I am really strong."
Nan Ming’s courage.”
"The emperor means..."
Guangwu smiled slightly, quickly walked to the map shelf on the wall, circled it with his hand, and then gave it a strong tap.