The British Consulate, which is a very large building, is very imposingly built, it is not like an office place, but like a high-end villa.

This very Western European-style villa is very grand, and at the moment a pair of soldiers escort a Western man in a suit into the consulate.

After passing several rigorous scrutiny, the man came to the office where the consul was located.

He straightened his outfit and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The voice of the British consul was soon heard, and it was only then that the man pushed the door open and walked in.

The British consul was not sitting at his desk at the moment, but stood alone on the balcony with his hands behind his back and his back to the door.

The man could probably imagine his current mood when he saw the consul behaving like this, and now he began to worry a little about whether what he was about to say would cause him some trouble.

"Well, I don't think you're bringing back any good news, right, Marshall?"

Before Marshall could report, the consul was the first to speak out.

Marshall was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head respectfully and said: "I'm sorry, sir, in fact, I just got the news that the batch of Chinese national treasures in the ironworks was intercepted, and it was Huang Feihong of Bao Zhilin who made it." ”

"Yes, the ironworks, there was a riot among the workers a few days ago, and I came to work in a few days, hey, our supervisor is really attractive."

The consul turned slowly, a mocking smile on his face, but in his eyes there was a hint of anger hidden in him.

Marshall unknowingly. A drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he understood what the consul meant, these workers were obviously in trouble. But the director didn't react at all.

To really say it, whether the director dies or not doesn't have much to do with him, but now, the problem all falls on Marshall's head, who called him the person in charge of transporting the Chinese national treasure back to England in the whole of China?

The consul walked over to his desk, picked up the coffee on the table, and took a sip of it.

In fact, he got the news earlier than Marshall, and he had already been angry when he heard the news. So now the anger has passed, but because of this news, he didn't sleep well all night, so he had to use coffee to refresh himself.

"How is John doing now?"

The consul asked casually as he sipped.

"According to the doctors, his entire spine was fractured with compression, and the bone fragments were stuck in the nerve gaps, and his life could be saved, but if he recovered. Unlikely. Even when he woke up, he would be confined to a wheelchair. ”

Marshall replied respectfully, though he did not quite know that the consul weishenme was going to bother to rescue such a useless man.

"Really? Being able to save his life is the best situation, and I believe that John will remember it even more because of it. ”

The consul gently stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon, and before he had added another piece of sugar, now he was going to stir it more evenly.

"So, sir, what shall we do now? Didn't Bao Zhilin take care of it? ”

The consul said slowly: "Originally, I sent Li Qingzhu to the church in order to block him. I didn't expect him to be honest, but the people below him are quite active. ”

After listening to the consul. Marshall suddenly understood.

"Sir, do you mean that Li Qingzhu is responsible for all these things?"

"Even if it's not, it won't make much difference. You don't have to think about going to him for trouble, I'm afraid, what he thinks is that we go to find him for trouble, don't forget that his martial arts are even more powerful than John, let's go for trouble, aren't we throwing ourselves into the net? ”

The consul took a sip of his coffee and commented, "Well, the sweetness is just right." ”

With that, he walked over to his desk and sat down.

"But, sir, are we just going to keep quiet?"

Marshall walked up to the consul in a few steps and asked with a little excitement.

"Calm down, Mr. Marshall, I'm no less angry than you."

Hearing the consul say this, Marshall reacted, and looked carefully into the consul's eyes, and the anger contained in it did not diminish in the slightest.

Marshall felt that his back was a little wet, and at the same time, he also thought in his heart that the consul was worthy of being a consul, and this psychological endurance was enough for him to learn.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm getting a little impulsive."

Marshall hurriedly lowered his head to admit his mistake, and the consul waved his hand unwillingly.

"It's impossible to be quiet, but it's even more impossible to deal with Li Qingzhu blatantly, I don't want to settle the matter of the national treasure and return to the United Kingdom to accept the queen's reprimand, and the reason is that I ruined the good things of the British Empire stationed in the Northeast."

The consul obviously did not get carried away by anger, he still remembered the relationship between Li Qingzhu and Zhang Zuolin, if he made a big deal to trouble Li Qingzhu, the news would soon spread to the northeast, he didn't believe that Zhang Zuolin didn't send people to infiltrate Guangdong, you must know that his two daughters and one son are here.

"Sir, what do you mean ......"

Marshall is not a stupid person, and when he heard this, he also understood that the consul didn't want to move Li Qingzhu, but he didn't want to be too ostentatious, what he needed to do was to act from the secret.

"Mr. Marshall, you can put the matter on the Guangdong side for the time being, and I have other arrangements."

Marshall, who was already full of ambition, heard this, and suddenly felt like a balloon that had been fully inflated and punctured by a needle.

However, the so-called crushing of people at the level of officials and universities is not only applicable in China, but also in foreign countries.

Although he was a little dissatisfied, Marshall replied very honestly: "I understand, sir." ”

The consul nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Marshall, who turned around and was about to leave, "Hey, Mr. Marshall, can I trouble you with something?" ”

Marshall looked back at the consul with a puzzled expression.

"If John wakes up, please send someone over and inform me, after all, John was also paralyzed for the sake of my British Empire."

The consul said with a sad look, Marshall would not believe that this guy would have such a good intention, it is not an exaggeration to describe him as eating people without spitting out bones, he must have another purpose for caring so much about John, maybe it is the other arrangement he said, but this must have nothing to do with him, and no matter how curious he is, it is impossible to know.

Marshall has been able to mix for so long, and he has been mixed to the position he is today, because he knows when to enter and when to retreat.

Marshall said sensibly, "No problem, sir, I will have people by John's side twenty-four hours a day, and once he wakes up, you will get the first hand." ”

The consul smiled with great satisfaction: "Oh, look, dear Mr. Marshall, how much I understand my painstaking efforts, and in a moment I will have someone bring you some milk from London, and I think you will like it very much." ”

"Oh yes, what a touching gift, it's been a long time since I've tasted milk from Scottish pastures, thank you very much for your thoughtfulness, sir."

Marshall bowed to the consul with great emotion and thanked him, who smiled and said to him, "This is what I should do, Mr. Marshall." ”

No matter what they were thinking in their hearts, at least at this moment, they were very gentlemanly, something that the British Empire had always admired, just like the gentlemen of China.

Marshall left the consulate, and the consul was left alone in the entire office.

He sat in a chair and leisurely stirred the coffee with a spoon, which was actually very evenly proportioned, looking at the unchanged scenery outside the window, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a smile.

"Mr. Lee, you're such a tough person to deal with."

"But let's see if you're more difficult to deal with, or if I'm more difficult to deal with, hehe."

The consul's muttering, echoing in the empty office, added an eerie feeling, rather a feeling that the sun was shining outside and the room was gloomy.

On the other side, in a ward of the Royal Hospital, which was funded by the British, John was lying calmly on the hospital bed with an oxygen mask, with a wheelchair placed next to him, seemingly ready to let him accept reality, and the device that monitored the body data visited by the bedside was making a very gentle dripping sound, indicating that John was still alive. (To be continued......)