"Stop!"

A junior officer in a crumpled old-style military uniform who seemed to be addicted to opium suddenly blocked Yi Anping, who was looking for a seat, and two soldiers in crumpled old-style military uniforms who were also addicted to opium. The junior officer www.biquge.info first stared at him for a moment, and then announced to him with an arrogant expression: "Hurry up and leave." This is not the place where you can come. ”

"Isn't it?" Yi Anping looked around in confusion, and there was a sign not far away. The special guest stand to the right of the central viewing platform, yes, this is it, his place is here. One of the security guards I just met said the same thing.

He felt emboldened. "My seat is here."

"You?" It's like hearing a very funny joke, the officer laughs and scolds: "Don't talk nonsense in front of Lao Tzu!" Someone like you deserves to sit here? ”

"This is the place of Lord Yoko." One thing was added with certainty.

There is no doubt that Yi Anping is not a foreign adult, but his son is a bigger person than the average foreign adult - if he says Yi Shui's name now, then the immediate trouble will no longer be a trouble. But the fiery temper of the Chongqing people influenced his decision.

His eyes widened, and he pointed to a yellow man in a ceremonial dress among the white people, and angrily asked, "This is the place of the foreign lord?" So who is he? ”

The officer glanced back at the man he was pointing at. "Mr. Wang is a comprador of an umbrella company in the United States and a friend of Li Zhongtang. Can you compare with him, old man? ”

"What about him?" Yi Anping pointed to a yellow man who had just sat down next to Mr. Wang, "He is also a comprador?" ”

The officer looked genuinely amused. "That gentleman is a professor at Tsinghua University. Do you know what a university is and what a professor is, old man? ”

"How did I not know? My son is—" Yi Anping finally mentioned his son, but before he could finish speaking, an impatient soldier had already cried out, "Don't rub shoulders with him, sir, we must get this old fellow away quickly, lest we be blamed from above." ”

The officer rolled his eyes: of course he wanted to drive away the old man in front of him, but under the gaze of hundreds of foreign adults, it was inappropriate to use force. The order given from above is very clear, no matter what you do, you must not make the foreign adults feel unpleasant, and you must avoid causing surprise to your friends.

threatened, it was the only thing he could do. "If you don't want to go to jail, old man, get out of here!"

He didn't think about the results of further provoking an already angry, grumpy old man - and for almost two years, no one dared to speak to Yi Anping in such a tone. The prefect of Chongqing used to be the person he feared the most, but now he is the person he fears the most, what is a petty officer who runs errands?

Yi Anping's temper broke out completely and unrestrained. "Arrest Lao Tzu and put him in prison? You're a turtle son, try to catch Lao Tzu, try to catch Lao Tzu......"

Neither the officers nor the soldiers understood his heavily accented dialect, but his meaning and tone of voice were extremely clear. What made them panic was that the foreign adults nearby seemed to be alarmed by the strange old man's shouting, and they all turned their eyes and began to talk in a low voice.

TWO PATROLLING UMBRELLA SECURITY GUARDS WERE ALSO ATTRACTED AND WALKED OVER WITH A HOUND.

The officer had no choice but to leave Yi Anping and meet him.

"What's going on?" The question was asked by a mercenary of Chinese descent, apparently Cantonese, who spoke with a strong accent in non-standard Beijingese, but the officer was still able to understand it.

"A little problem, we don't have to bother with the two of you, we can solve it quickly." The officer replied flatteringly.

"It doesn't look like this." The mercenary said sharply in a tone that did not allow nonsense, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Hmm. Just an old man from out of town who went to the wrong place...... A hillbilly. "The officer stuttered a little, and his flattery turned into nervousness." I immediately drove him away. I-"

At this time, Yi Anping, who had his back to the mercenary, happened to turn his face. The security guard who partnered with the Chinese mercenaries happened to have served as a guard at Yi Shui's wedding to Rachel, so his action led to a result: the security guard raised his hand, gave the officer a resounding slap, and reprimanded him in a loud voice in Chinese, which is very standard and fluent for a foreigner: "You are the hillbilly!" Your whole family is hillbillies! That's our boss's father, idiot! ”

He didn't say which boss it was, but it didn't matter to the officer that Yi Anping was the father of the owner of UMBRELLA - no matter which boss he was, he could finish a little shrimp.

"The owner...... Father...... Why didn't he say it sooner......" he muttered, slumping on top.

Then, the little trouble caused by the accident was successfully solved. Two frightened soldiers forcibly dragged their commander away, and the bystanders withdrew their gaze, while Yi Anping was escorted to his place by two mercenaries—on the other side of Wang Zhen—and he sat down, still feeling the anger in his heart not subside, almost nagging and complaining repeatedly about what had just happened. However, he still used dialect, and it took Wang Zhen a while to understand what he was saying.

"That petty officer is just a little bit judged by his appearance, and it's not a particularly serious problem." Wang Zhen said, both to appease and explain, "The robe and horse coat you wore caused him to misunderstand, Mr. Yi." ”

"Misunderstanding?" Yi Anping snorted, "Lao Tzu just doesn't wear Westerners' clothes, what else can he do with Lao Tzu?" ”

Of course he can't do anything to you. Wang Zhen thought. What else can he do with you? UMBRELLA is a very useful signboard, and many times it is more useful than the laws of the Qing Empire. He thought of the things he had done himself, selling arms in various parts of China, which was originally prohibited, but the fact was that no official dared to investigate and punish it, "Deputy General Manager of the China Region of the American UMBRELLA Military Industrial and Security Services Group", a title that was enough to deter most people.

Of course, there are also some officials who want to investigate and punish his illegal business activities, but none of them can succeed - Qin Lang said a long time ago, "If someone investigates, then buy them and pull them into the water." ”

Of course, there are also some officials who cannot be bought, and who have a conscience or are just very loyal, but there are not many such people, and they are easy to deal with: colluding with their superiors, their colleagues, their subordinates, and planting a little more crime, these people will not be able to go anywhere else; If someone still wants to make a big deal out of it, if he is lucky, he can still find a place in prison, and the unfortunate ones will go straight back to their hometown to get married.

That's a Qin Lang-style joke, "going back to your hometown to get married" is not really going back to your hometown to get married, it's another meaning. Wang Zhen didn't like this method very much, it was too intense, too violent, and the consequences were serious. But when necessary, he will still resort to that means.

All these means guaranteed that his business had been going smoothly and that he had many clients, even certain officials. Garrisons in many areas also got involved, stealing and selling him the Predator rifles and ammunition that had been issued, reporting to the higher authorities that the weapons were worn out and asking for refills. When someone from above checks and the report hasn't had time to be handed in, the officer in charge of the arsenal will put the scrapped old rifle in and get away with it.

Of course, the officials who carried out the inspection were all bought, so this kind of behavior was just pretending, and the only ones who were really fooled were the one in the Forbidden City, and possibly the adults of the Military Aircraft Department.

It was interesting that neither the Emperor nor the Auxiliary Ministers knew how weakened their regime's defenses had been - nor did Wang Zhen, but he was certain that the civilian Predator rifles had surpassed the Qing army, and that if something happened to them, the situation would be very ugly.

He glanced at the Tsinghua University professor beside him, who seemed to be contemplating. Zhang Binglin. Wang Zhen knew that this well-mannered gentleman was carrying out some activities aimed at overthrowing the current government, because this was accidentally leaked by Li Hongzhang. Apparently, the Qing government knew what Zhang Binglin was doing, but could not act because of his title of professor of Chinese studies at Tsinghua University, even though he was in Beijing, sitting not far from the emperor, waiting to watch the parade.

He's the one who can cause accidents, the only question is whether he intends to do that.

Wang Zhen suddenly had some curiosity.

"Mr. Zhang." He interrupted Zhang Binglin's musings, waited for the professor of Chinese studies to turn his gaze to himself, and then asked a very presumptuous question. "Do you think that if someone throws a bomb at the viewing platform and happens to kill the Emperor, members of the Imperial Family, and auxiliary ministers, everyone—"

"That doesn't happen." ZHANG BINGLIN REMINDED WANG ZHEN TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE UMBRELLA SECURITY GUARDS PATROLLING WITH HOUNDS EVERYWHERE IN THE SCHOOL GROUNDS, "THEY CAN PREVENT THAT KIND OF THING FROM HAPPENING." ”

"Security. Of course, they are professional and can stop terrorist attacks. Wang Zhen nodded approvingly, and returned to his question, "I mean, 'if'." If that happens, what's next? ”

"What if? I must say, Mr. Wang, I don't like your bold assumptions. Regardless of whether he really didn't like it or not, Zhang Binglin still replied, "If today, the ruling core of the Manchu government is destroyed by a bomb, then you will only see one result, conflict, chaos, a full-scale civil war." ”

"Why?"

"We don't have a person, or organization, who can control the situation yet. And," he deliberately stopped, just staring at Wang Zhen, seeing that he was flustered, and then said: "As far as I know, someone has sold a large amount of arms to the Chinese people—"

A loud musical pitch interrupted his later words. The parade officially began. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )