Chapter 71 Car accident

Yao Yilei calmly said to the person selling furniture: "I, a woman, didn't bring such a foreign appearance on me, otherwise, I will first help me move these furniture to No. 17 Dongwenchang Hutong, and I will give you money in the future."

She acted like a wealthy lady, so she naturally believed that she found a bunch of coolies and a few mule carts and transported the furniture to Chen’s house. These rosewood furniture were really real, and only four cabinets could be lifted by four people. The wood was really solid.

When transported to the mansion, Yao Yilei first took ten dollars to send the coolies who moved furniture, and said to the seller: "I'm sorry, the sir works in the Army Department and hasn't come back yet. When he comes back in the evening, I'll ask him to open a check and I'll send it to you tomorrow morning."

When the seller saw that their house was grand and spacious, he heard that the male owner had a decent job in the Army Department, so he naturally smiled and said, "Don't panic, don't panic."

When the seller left, Yao Yilei jumped up and said to Afu: "Drive, go to Liulichang!"

Liulichang is a place that specializes in antique calligraphy and paintings, and there is also a shop that collects old furniture. Yao Yilei quickly arrived there and called a shopkeeper who specializes in the red sandalwood furniture business to come back to show him the furniture he had just collected. The shopkeeper was knowledgeable and had extremely vicious eyes. Without saying a word, he stretched out two fingers: "Two thousand oceans, I'll collect it."

"Transaction!" Yao Yilei was also a cheerful person. She immediately sent someone to load the furniture into the Liuli Factory, collected the shopkeeper's 2,000 yuan banknotes, took out a thousand yuan to buy another set of rosewood furniture. The remaining 1,000 yuan was sent to the seller and got the receipt back.

The seller collected the money and rushed to Yao Mansion immediately and handed over the bank ticket to Yao Qizhen. Mr. Yao was a little surprised: "Is it paid so quickly?"

"That's right, the young lady is not vague. A thousand dollars are not a small amount." The seller nodded and said.

"It's fine if you're done." Yao Qizhen said.

"It's OK, what you always told me must be done properly." The seller is a bannerman in his forties, and his mouth is as smooth as if he has applied sesame oil.

Yao Qizhen gave him fifty yuan and sent him. After a while, the phone on the table rang. It was from a shop in Liulichang that bought red sandalwood furniture. The shopkeeper had done business with him several times and was quite familiar.

"Mr. Yao, I bought another set of red sandalwood here. The color is as good as the set you bought yesterday. Why don't you come and have a look?"

"Oh, thank you, let's talk about it." Yao Qizhen put down the phone and continued to work hard. Suddenly, he raised his head and laughed silently, and then shook his head helplessly. He finally recalled that his daughter's business was so beautiful that she changed hands and made up the furniture that she had sold half and half for her.

Alas, it’s my own daughter, and he is not inferior to his father when he starts speculation.

In the Army Department and General Affairs Department, Chen Zikun received a "Quick Postal Telegram" from Shanghai. The envelope contained a graduation certificate issued by St. John's University. Jianbing's efficiency was astonishing. He quickly got what Chen Zikun needed, but there was also a note in the envelope with only four beautiful small characters on it.

"I want to go north."

Chen Zikun had a headache. Jianbing couldn't wait and was about to come to Beijing to see him. Both women were not a good-for-nothing lamp. What should I do?

There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain. No matter how many it is, Chen Zikun takes his academic certificate to the Military and Heng Office to re-elect military ranks. According to the relevant regulations of the Army Department, the benchmark rank of those with university degree should be major, and his lieutenant is obviously low.

However, after taking the diploma, the bureaucrats in the Military and Heng Department still pushed forward the situation, saying that there was no statement in the regulations on whether the lost diploma can be used as a standard for rank selection. They also had to report to their superiors and study and decide. Chen Zikun knew that it was Jin Yongyan who deliberately wore his shoes, so he did not make things difficult for these officers, so he left with a smile indifferently.

Just when he got off work at noon, Chen Zikun came to the entrance of the army department. Jin Yongyan's Pontiac special car was parked in the yard. A young carman was whistling the car while wiping the car. When he saw Chen Zikun, he looked up and down, and finally stopped on his lieutenant's ejection, and sneered with contempt.

If Chen Zikun had changed his temper before, he would have been going up to beat someone up, but now he is disdainful to be angry with a little carmaker. Anyway, his future is not being held in the hands of Chief Jin, so these little tricks are just a smile.

After leaving the Tieshizi Hutong, Chen Zikun suddenly realized that today was May 7th, and Yuan Shikai signed the national humiliation anniversary of the 21-item treason for the country. A few days ago, the newspaper said that there would be a student parade on Chang'an Street today to commemorate it.

It was a parade again, and Chen Zikun couldn't help but miss the May Fourth Movement in the eighth year of the Republic of China. If it weren't for the chaos of accidents, his life would probably be another trajectory. However, after four years of going around, Yao Yilei, who passed by, returned to her side, which made people sigh that luck was awesome.

Almost subconsciously, Chen Zikun called a rickshaw and headed straight for Chang'an Street. The driver ran very fast. Suddenly, he heard a rushing sound of horns behind him and quickly avoided him. Then he saw the familiar Pontiac sedan roaring away. An admiral in the back seat of the car was sitting upright, which was the Army Deputy Chief Jin Yongyan.

The front wheel of the car was pressing into a puddle, and the splashed mud and water polluted the coachman's brand new trousers and jackets.

"Do it!" The coachman cursed in a low voice, and suddenly realized that the person who was pulling in his car was also an officer. He quickly silenced and looked back. Chen Zikun seemed to have not heard it.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and screams were heard everywhere in the intersection in front of him. The coachman pulled the rickshaw and ran over. A motorcycle was still rotating in two wheels towards the sky. Two young men were lying on the ground, with bloody faces. Not far away, Pontiac's car was crossing the road. The coachman got off the car and hurriedly checked for dents on the front of the car. After finding that it was not serious, he got on the bus and wanted to leave.

"Don't leave!" Chen Zikun shouted loudly, flew straight from the rickshaw, and stopped him in front of the car.

"You're fucking over!" The carman honked his horn, and Chen Zikun was unmoved and stopped the car like an iron tower. The more passers-by gathered around him, gradually getting stuck in the air.

"What's going on?" Mr. Jin, who was sitting in the back seat, took out his gold pocket watch impatiently and looked at it. The Prime Minister of the Cabinet and Chief of the Army urgently summoned him to discuss important military affairs, but he never dared to slack off. As for hitting someone on the road, it was a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning.

As for who stopped his car, Deputy Chief Jin knew very well, but Chief Jin couldn't stand up. Even if he knew Chen Zikun, he had to ask this question. This is called a note.

"If you want to answer, someone who is blind to his car will stop him. It seems like he is a soldier." The carman replied. He also deliberately pretended not to know Chen Zikun, and the accelerator under his feet kept buzzing. As long as Jin Ci said a word, he would really dare to kill this blind boy.

He dared, but Jin Yongyan didn't dare. After all, Wu Peifu was standing behind Chen Zikun. If it weren't for Chen Zikun's courage to beat his beloved son in the street, he wouldn't have deliberately put on Chen Zikun's shoes.

"Let him go away, I can't delay any important things." Jin Yongyan took out his pocket watch and looked at it again.

"Do not go away, or you will be killed." The carman poked his head and shouted at Chen Zikun. The dog-like appearance angered passers-by and even annoyed Chen Zikun. He stepped forward and put his arm into the car window and grabbed the carman's collar.

The motorist was furious: "Bold! Do you know whose car this is?"

"No matter whose car, don't think of leaving if you hit someone!" Chen Zikun pulled him out of the car and pushed him to the ground. The carman wanted to get up and resist, but was surrounded by passers-by and accused them: "Rampage, you still want to leave if you hit someone, do you have any other kingly law?"

Faced with the surging public opinion, the carman was speechless and could only stare at Chen Zikun hatefully. The Jin Sei-chan in the car was feeling uncomfortable, but there were so many angry passers-by outside, so he didn't dare to get out of the car rashly.

Chen Zikun was so happy that Chief Jin's special car hit someone. This was a good opportunity given by God. He had to take advantage of this to make the girl so bad.

Suddenly, someone shouted next to him: "Oh, this person seems to be ineffective."

Chen Zikun turned his head and looked at it. His gloom suddenly disappeared because he knew both of them. The eldest son of his mentor Liang Qichao, Liang Sicheng, and the other was Sicheng's younger brother Siyong.

"Save people quickly!" Chen Zikun quickly stepped forward and lifted the motorcycle, carefully carrying Liang Sicheng, who was covered in blood. Liang Siyong's injuries were obviously lighter, and he had already limped up, and asked with a sad face: "How is the eldest brother?"

Chen Zikun put his finger on Liang Sicheng's major neck artery and tried it, saying, "I'm not dead, hurry and send it to the hospital!"

Holding Liang Sicheng who was dying, he was about to put it in the car, but he didn't expect that the driver had already gotten up from the ground, got into the car and stepped on the accelerator, and ran away.

Chen Zikun was extremely angry at Jin Yongyan's shamelessness and cold-bloodedness, but at this moment, he had to give priority to saving people.

This place is very close to Liang's house, and Chen Zikun didn't care about Jin Yongyan anymore. He hugged Liang Sicheng and walked towards Liang's house. Siyong followed behind in a daze. He arrived at the door in a short time. When the doorman saw the eldest young master covered in blood, he quickly reported to the master's wife and refused to mention the rescue of the wounded.

Jin Yongyan's car had just driven out dozens of meters away. The sound of a sirens came from a distance. The patrol officer in the pavilion on the side of the road rushed over and stopped the car and saluted him. The guy who was working on the road was still worth the price. The car was either rich or noble, and it was definitely not a role that a small patrolman could afford.

Jin Yongyan still didn't get out of the car, but just rolled down the window, threw down a business card, and continued to sit upright and shouted: "Drive."

Drive the car and run away.

The patrolman was still standing attentively saluting, and when the car walked away, he picked up the business card from the ground, dusted the dust on it, and said in surprise: "My mother, she is a secondary manager!"
Chapter completed!