Zhang Jinghui opened the second letter and was dumbfounded, the second letter was of course the blood letter written by Zhang Xiaohui. There are not many words on it, how many words can be written in the blood book, and the whole article has one meaning, telling his father to hurry up and personally bring the money to rescue him, otherwise his life will not be guaranteed!

Zhang Xiaohui told his father, don't tell anyone about this, just take two people with money and follow the messenger to pick me up. If you bring too many people or something else goes wrong, you won't be able to see me!

Zhang Jinghui looked at the blood book, his scalp exploded, and he didn't dare to show the blood book to the old lady and the seventh grandmother, otherwise the family would be in a mess. Come on, let's go for a trip, he doesn't believe that Ren Laifeng can do anything to him. He himself has no grudge against Ren Laifeng, as for why Ren Laifeng had to let him go in person, he couldn't figure it out for a while. It's a big deal, he just agrees to whatever people ask.

It's easy to find two followers, and the henchman who took the money is counted as one, plus a good guard with good kung fu to make up for the two of them. When I went out, I saw a person standing outside, clasping his fists at him and smiling: "Premier Zhang, look up for a long time." Sir, let me show you the way. Let's go. ”

Walk? How to go? By car, of course. Zhang Jinghui has a car and a carriage, he didn't dare to take a car, it was too eye-catching. I found an ordinary carriage and a few people sat in it, and let the coachman catch it, and the one pointed in the direction and turned here and there. Turn left and right, in short, it is to go around in circles in Changchun City.

The coachman didn't dare to talk nonsense in his heart, and he would go wherever he was told to go. After walking for more than half an hour, the carriage entered an alley, turned a few more forks and stopped at the door of an inconspicuous courtyard, and the man who led the way pushed the door and got out of the car. It's here, please get off.

Zhang Jinghui got out of the car and followed the man into the yard. Originally, he thought that someone would blindfold him with a black cloth, but he didn't expect that people would not do that at all, so they led him into the courtyard so generously. The people entered the courtyard, and the carriage was driven into the courtyard.

Zhang Jinghui walked into the courtyard with two entourage, and there were several people standing in front of him, a tall young man in the middle, with a heroic spirit. Who is this man? Will it be any wind?

Zhang Jinghui was guessing the identity of this person, this person walked up to him with a smile and looked at him and hugged his fist, "Are you Mr. Zhang Jinghui?" In the next office, I have admired Mr. Zhang's name for a long time, and it is really an honor to see him today. ”

As soon as he heard that this person was really Ren Laifeng, Zhang Jinghui hurriedly hugged his fists and returned the salute, "It turns out that it is Ren Commander-in-Chief, I am Zhang Jinghui, I am fortunate to meet." ”

Ren Laifeng took Zhang Jinghui's hand and entered the living room, and the guests and hosts sat down and someone served fragrant tea. Ren Laifeng politely gave in with the tea bowl, "Please, Mr. Zhang, please drink tea." ”

He has always called Zhang Jinghui Mr. Zhang instead of the prime minister. That's because Zhang Jinghui, the prime minister, was appointed by the puppet Manchurian government, and the Nationalist Government has never recognized it, and Ren Laifeng is a general of the National Revolutionary Army, so of course he can't recognize the puppet prime minister of Manchukuo. Zhang Jinghui didn't care about this, and he didn't dare to care.

After two sips of tea, Zhang Jinghui asked about his son, he came for his son this time, where can he drink tea, what kind of tea did he come here to drink? He didn't have the heart to gossip with Ren Laifeng, and now his son Zhang Xiaohui is the topic he cares about the most.

"General Ren, can Zhang Xiaohui be here now? Can you show me him? ”

"Of course, Mr. Zhang can see Ling Gongzi at any time if he wants to. Someone came, and asked Zhang Gongzi to come out and meet his father. ”

As soon as Ren Laifeng commanded, Zhang Jinghui's heart rose to a hoarse voice, and he looked out of the door with blank eyes. It didn't take long for someone to come in from the outside, and the one in the middle was not his precious son Zhang Xiaohui!

"Hui'er!" Seeing his son, Zhang Jinghui immediately stood up. Don't look at what he usually ignores about this son, but this is always his flesh and blood, and he is connected by blood, so he doesn't care.

Ran over in a few steps, pulled his son up and down, looked forward and back, and saw that his son didn't seem to be injured except for a piece of gauze wrapped around his fingers. Although I have lost a little weight, I look more energetic. Zhang Jinghui's hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

"Xiaohui, tell my dad quickly, what's going on with you these days?" Zhang Jinghui wants to ask his son what he has experienced in the past few days?

Zhang Xiaohui saw that his father was suffocating, and as soon as his father asked him, the tears couldn't hold back anymore, but what he said was another thing, "Dad, I'm fine, they're all good to me." Thank you for coming to pick me up. ”

This was taught before he came to see his father, and Huang Guojin told him: If you kid talk nonsense in front of your father, none of you two will want to leave this place alive! Speak well, hello, I'm good, everyone's good, this thing should not have happened! With this warning, how dare Zhang Xiaohui talk nonsense?

Zhang Jinghui doesn't know. He guessed that his son might have suffered a little, but since his son could say this, it meant that his son had really grown up and matured! He's happy.

The father and son met, and Ren Laifeng asked people to take Zhang Xiaohui down. Of course, Zhang Jinghui and his two guards can accompany Young Master Zhang, and the money they bring will naturally be received. Zhang Jinghui was left in the hall, and Ren Laifeng still had something to discuss privately with Premier Zhang.

Seeing that his son was fine, Zhang Jinghui was relieved. Let's talk about things, depending on what conditions you propose, as long as you can accept it, I will agree to it all, so what? Zhang Jinghui is ready to stretch out her head and be slaughtered!

Who knows that Ren Laifeng didn't ask Zhang Jinghui for money, arms, weapons or anything, Ren Laifeng asked Zhang Jinghui about the situation of Umezu Mijiro. Where is Umezu's home? How many wives does he have, how many children does he have? Where does he often go? If you want to see him, how should you meet him?

You want to see Umezu? Zhang Jinghui was almost scared to death by Ren Laifeng's words! But again, people have to bow their heads under the eaves! Now that he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, it is difficult to protect himself, where can he care whether Umezu Mijiro is dead or alive?

Zhang Jinghui, as the prime minister of the puppet state of Manchukuo, usually has a lot of contact with Mizu, and he doesn't know much about Umezu's affairs. Since Ren Laifeng asked, Premier Zhang naturally knew everything and said everything. Anyway, in the end, it was either Umezu Mijiro or Ren Laifeng who was unlucky, and it had nothing to do with him Zhang Jinghui!

The conversation between the two of them lasted for more than half an hour, and after the talk, the commander-in-chief felt that he benefited a lot! stood up and hugged his fist at Zhang Jinghui, "Thank you Mr. Zhang for your teachings, thank you for coming to the wind!" Rest assured, I will never divulge half of our conversation today. I see that there must be a lot of things to talk about between your father and son, and I won't keep any guests, please. ”