After the farewell ceremony for the 10,000 soldiers and civilians in Chongqing, the old man's mental state collapsed significantly, and he curled up in the corner of the prisoner car with his head drooped, and no matter how much Jia Liu shouted, he didn't answer.

The imperial guards who escorted them understood this, probably due to the ups and downs of their mood, after all, no one knew what kind of fate would end up when the prisoner car was deported into Beijing this time.

Jia Liu is very satisfied.

The farewell ceremonies in Chengdu, Luzhou, and Chongqing showed that the CCP had completely penetrated the three prefectures and could effectively mobilize the military and the people.

The reason why the old man was given such a gift was mainly because the old guy was a bit like a political tumbler, so it was necessary to give him the whole job.

There is only one purpose - the people of Sichuan do not welcome you back!

As an old bureaucrat who has been tested by officialdom for a long time, the old rich may have been confused at first about the purpose of the devil's six-time arrangement, but now he must be counting in a stomach.

So, the spirit collapsed.

The Governor was sure that he really could never return to Sichuan, and he was also sure that the little cub of the Han army, whom he didn't look down on at all, really had strength now.

But how did this strength come about, the Governor couldn't even think of it when he broke his head.

Because, it is the strength that he personally gave to the other party.

To be precise, one sells, one buys.

There are still thousands of miles away from Beijing, the old rich man doesn't answer himself, and Jia Liu can't be bored there like an idiot, so he chats with the guards who escort him personally.

"Brother, which unit? Where is the errand? Where to stick to the rod? Upper Hospital? Eagle Dog? ”

In charge of the personal care of the Admiral is the second-class guard Anke, in his twenties, born in Manchuria with a yellow flag.

Seeing that the prisoner in the prisoner car was talking to him, Anke immediately didn't want to pick up the stubble, but after all, the prisoner in the prisoner car was the forehead of the Xinwang Mansion and the emperor's Baturu, although he was deported to Beijing after committing a crime, most of them would not lose their lives, so from a long-term perspective, they still took the stubble, saying that they were sticky to the pole.

"Where is the sticky rod? Not bad, not bad, promising. ”

Jia Liu nodded, and suddenly asked Anke: "Have you ever sent someone to go abroad to investigate?" ”

"Going abroad?"

Anke froze, not knowing what that meant.

Jia Liu explained that the sticky rod has not sent people abroad over the years.

Why?

Jia Liu had seen some stalls in his previous life, saying that the sticky pole was the world's largest spy intelligence organization in the eighteenth century, which not only collected a large amount of various intelligence in the world at that time, but also knew the ins and outs of the French Revolution, and knew that Britain had a full-scale industrial revolution, and even knew that the industrial revolution had penetrated into Central Asia, and even informed the Forbidden City of British ship intelligence at that time, which was amazing.

It is also said that Qianlong wrote a letter to Louis XVI, and that those who went to France with the envoy had intelligence officers at the sticky pole.

In short, in addition to the bloody assassination organization written by the martial arts author, this sticky rod is also an organization that integrates the Intelligence Bureau, MI6, and the KGB.

With a nose and eyes, it is said that the Manchu archives in the Forbidden City in Beijing completely record the "merits" of this sticky rod, and indicate to the Qing Empire that the greatest enemy is the rising Tsarist Russia.

Jia Liu didn't believe it.

Manchu?

It seems that few of the imperial guards can write it.

If the sticky rod is really so awesome, it is impossible for Gansu to deceive Qianlong for nearly ten years.

Therefore, the myth of the so-called sticky rod is, in his opinion, nothing more than bragging.

As for the so-called foreign intelligence sources, Jia Liu's analysis is that because of the trade in Guangdong, a lot of Western businessmen have gathered, so it is all kinds of news brought by Western businessmen, rather than sending people abroad to collect them from sticky rods.

As for Qianlong's correspondence with Louis XVI, there is no evidence that the Qing emperor wrote an extremely arrogant letter to the English king, the full text of which is 976 words full of ignorance.

In Jia Liu's previous life, the only letter that Emperor Qianlong ever wrote to the West was put on hold in the British Museum for people to laugh at.

No matter how wary Qianlong was of the Han Chinese, if he really knew the real situation abroad through the sticky rod, it would be impossible for this ignorant letter to be written.

The fact that he can write it also shows that the sticky rod does not know the real situation abroad at all.

What the fuck can this be called the most awesome intelligence organization of the 18th century?

Sure enough, Anker shook his head and said that the Sticky Pole Division had not sent personnel abroad since its establishment, but he had been ordered to check the intelligence of Dzungar and Burma, and knew that there were Western mercenaries in both the Dzungar and Burmese armies. He also bought a batch of Western firearms with a lot of money.

The Qianlong imperial short handcuff that Jia Liu used to fight the black gun was an imitation of the Western gun obtained from the sticky rod.

Determined that the sticky rod was relatively low-level, Jia Liu was relieved, and then in Anker's puzzled gaze, he suddenly reached into his crotch and touched it.

What is this?

Anker was stunned.

But soon it turned out that things were not what he thought, and he saw a silver ticket from his crotch as if by magic.

"Speaking of which, we are also colleagues, I am from Qianqingmen... On the way, I asked my brother to take care of one or two more. ”

Jia Liu couldn't help but say that he stuffed the silver ticket to Anker through the fence, and squeezed his eyes in front of him, meaning to quickly accept it and not be seen by others.

After some mental struggle, Anker accepted the silver ticket and said in a low voice, "Thank you!" ”

Although it is a silver ticket with taste, it is better than real money.

Getting people's money and doing things for people, Anker couldn't be better at it in the next few days, and whatever needs can be done immediately.

To Jia Liu's surprise, the old rich man was fucking resurrected again.

On the first day, he sat in the prisoner car in front of him, with his back to Devil Six.

The next day, with his back to the prisoner car, he was facing Devil Six.

On the third day, he spoke: "The old man has been fighting eagles all his life, but I didn't expect to call you, a little bastard, calculated." ”

"Who told you not to treat me as your own?"

Jia Liu took a bite of the apple, which Anker had brought him.

The old man suddenly laughed, and the smile was very weird, and you kid didn't know how capable the Buddha was.

Jia Liuxin was a little flustered, changed his face instantly, and said with a smile: "My lord, what makes you so happy?" ”

"Guess."

Lao Fu turned around directly and continued to turn his back to Jia Liu.

What else does the old guy have to do?

Jia Liu's heart was at a loss, so he moved to the front and called softly: "My lord, you and I are in the same boat, and the monk can't run the temple if he can run..."

The old man's shoulders trembled slightly, and he ignored it.

Jia Liu was about to call again, when there was a sudden sound of hooves on the official road in front of him, but it was a person from the Shaanxi and Gansu Governor's Mansion who came from Xi'an.

The escorted imperial guards stopped the people from the Shaanxi and Gansu Governor's Mansion, but after the other party showed the governor's warrant, the leader of the team, the guard Guoen, thought for a moment, and still agreed to meet the prisoner.

Jia Liu didn't know what the people from the Shaanxi and Gansu Governor's Mansion said to Lao Fu, anyway, after these people left, Lao Fu's mental outlook rose significantly, and there was a vague spring breeze.

Even the escorted imperial guards had a distinctly different attitude towards the governor of Sichuan, who had been imprisoned and sent to Beijing.

Jia Liu couldn't bear it anymore, and once again called out enthusiastically to the old man.

If you don't say yes, you will say twice, three times...

Finally, the old man was impatient, and turned around and glared at Jia Liu angrily: "You fucking shout soul!" ”

Shouting souls?

Jia Liuyi was stunned, with a smile on his face: "My lord, I will also be in the club." ”

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