The Japanese made a fuss in the city, but the Manchurian Prime Minister's Office was gloomy. Prime Minister Zhang Jinghui's youngest son is unknown, can he be happy? Zhang Jinghui stayed in the Prime Minister's Yamen for two days with a face and did not even return home. In the past two days, the people in the Prime Minister's Yamen have lowered their voices when they speak, for fear that Zhang Jinghui will be upset when they hear it.

On the morning of the third day, Zhang Jinghui was looking for a document, but the secretary couldn't find him for two minutes, which was annoying. Zhang Jinghui was also a hero when he was young, and he once led hundreds of guns to dominate the octagonal platform! Although the prime minister of the official is usually very concerned about his image, the violent spirit in his bones has not completely disappeared.

The past few days have been unpleasant, and this fire is at the end of the day. Even if this secretary is unlucky, he is usually cautious, but today he made a mistake at this critical time. Zhang Jinghui was furious, and directly called someone to come in and tied up the secretary, tied him to the yard and whipped him!

Zhang Jinghui hugged his arm and watched the thugs beat people, and after watching it for a while, his heart was itching, so he simply went over and grabbed the whip and did it himself! "Smack! Syllable! Syllable! "He's really moving, the secretary can't stand it!

Originally, the thugs were all leisurely whipping, but the sound was quite loud, but in fact, the whipping was not too hard. Zhang Jinghui, this guy is poop and knife, and he sees blood from bottom to bottom, and he can't bear it after a few times the secretary can't bear it. "Stop fighting, stop fighting! Spare your life, spare your life! Premier Zhang's life! ”

Zhang Jinghui ignored him and continued to whip him. "Smack! Syllable! Syllable! The secretary was screaming, Zhang Jinghui was suffocating his head and just playing with his life, and no one next to him dared to persuade him, and he watched from the side with grinning teeth.

"Report! The ...... came running outside, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhang Jinghui beating people with a whip on his bare shoulders, and the signal soldier was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything more.

As soon as Zhang Jinghui heard the voice and turned around, he saw that it was a signal soldier, and his desire to beat people faded, and he threw his braids and asked what was the matter? The signal corps reported that a letter had been delivered.

Zhang Jinghui didn't ask whose letter it was, but took it and tore open the cover on the spot and looked at the contents. Looking at him, his eyes widened, this guy scratched his head, and then he remembered to ask the signal soldier, where did the letter come from? Where is the person who sent the letter?

The signal corpsman told him that the letter was sent from the post office, which picked up the letter from the mailbox. There is no sender's name or sender's address on it, only the recipient's name and address. Zhang Jinghui, Manchukuo Prime Minister's Office!

Unable to find the answer from the signal soldier, Zhang Jinghui turned around and entered his private office, closed the door and took the letter, and found a magnifying glass to read and ponder carefully word by word. In fact, I have already made the name and position of the writer of the letter clear in my heart.

The letter was written by General Ren Laifeng, commander-in-chief of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Army. The general content of the letter is: Mr. Zhang Jinghui, I am very anxious when I hear that your son has been lost. After all the efforts of our guerrillas and the search in many ways, we finally found the little young master without dishonoring our lives. Zhang Xiaohui is now in our guerrilla army, and I am protecting him, you can rest assured that his safety is absolutely fine.

I admire your education for your children, you already have a heart to serve the country at such a young age. How did you educate? Can you pass on a little bit of advanced experience? Zhang Xiaohui told me that he wanted to join the anti-Japanese guerrillas and join our party. As for me, considering that it may not be very good to have your parental consent, therefore, I rejected him.

Zhang Xiaohui's determination to resist the Japanese service was quite firm, and when I persuaded him in a hurry, he threatened to commit suicide. Therefore, I would like to ask you to personally help persuade and persuade Ling Gongzi, so that he can go back to be a young master, and don't run out to make trouble.

In addition, I searched for the travel expenses and lost work expenses of the noble son, as well as the accommodation and security expenses of the noble prince during his stay in our department, totaling five hundred and twenty-three silver dollars, six cents and eight cents, and I brought them when I came. The latter was Ren Laifeng, the commander-in-chief of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Army.

This, this is really sitting at home behind closed doors, and disaster comes from heaven! How could his son be targeted by the guerrillas? Of course, this is also a good thing, at least the whereabouts of the youngest son have been settled. As long as you know where people are, everything is negotiable.

Zhang Jinghui urgently raised 600 oceans and packed them in boxes, but he didn't know where to send them! Neither the content of the letter nor the cover of the letter left an address! Could it be that he wants someone to go to Qinggang County in person?

Thinking of Ren Laifeng's recent movements, Zhang Jinghui felt that his scalp was a little numb. To be honest, Zhang Jinghui is an alternative with a weaker personality in the Feng department. If he hadn't helped Zhang Zuolin a lot at a critical moment, and had been loyal to Zhang Zuolin for a long time, he would not have been able to sit in such a high position.

Let him go to Qinggang to find Ren Laifeng to pay money and receive his son, he really doesn't dare! Don't dare to be dare, my son can't help it, Zhang Jinghui began to select people, and prepared to send a henchman who can speak well, and lead a few people to Qinggang with money to receive people.

As for what Ren Laifeng said in the letter, after trying to find Zhang Xiaohui and always protect him, Zhang Jinghui didn't believe it at all. What is the effort to find someone? Where is such a coincidence? Zhang Xiaohui is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, not a two or three-year-old child, and if he says he is lost, he will be lost! In addition, he lives in the hospital, and he can't even get out of the ward alone, how can he get lost?

Needless to say, it must have been Ren Laifeng who sent someone to tie up Zhang Xiaohui's meat ticket! They even gave out the ransom, five hundred silver dollars! Kidnapping tickets, no matter who goes, it's the rule to release people if they give money! Zhang Jinghui also did this job when he was young!

Five hundred oceans are ready, and the people have chosen. Zhang Jinghui took the henchman who was going to ransom people home to see his mother and Mrs. Seven, Xiaohui has news, he has to hurry home to report the good news first, so that everyone should not be too anxious.

Sure enough, the old lady and the seventh grandmother were overjoyed when they heard it, and they cried while reading the letter, crying that Zhang Xiaohui had suffered I don't know how much. After crying, the two of them told the one who was going to save the person, seeing how Xiaohui said and how to do it, just bring the person back completely! Tell him that his grandmother and mother miss him and look forward to him going home quickly. As they spoke, the two of them cried again.

In the end, the seventh grandmother gave the one ten silver dollars as a bonus, indicating that there was a heavy reward after coming back! The man went out happily, and he was back ten minutes later. This person gave Zhang Jinghui another letter, saying that someone stopped him at the door and gave this, and he said that he would hand it over to the Prime Minister in person!

How is it faith again? Don't mention Zhang Jinghui's awkwardness, this is the second letter today.