Chapter 70: Diplomacy

On a hot day, Nie Jinku had a cold sweat. He had someone to take the old nest. He made a copy. When he went in, he saw that there was no one in the barracks. He ran to the armory in a hurry and saw that there was no bullet left. When he went to the grain village, he saw that it was burnt all, and there was no horse hair left in the stable.

According to Nie Jinku's plan, he immediately fired his troops and returned to Jiangbei to take revenge, but only more than 100 guns were left. What should he use to take revenge? His biggest problem now is not to take revenge, but how to explain to the brigade commander, division commander, and general.

When I heard that the regiment commander came back, some left-behind personnel gradually gathered together. They heard that the bandits coming from Jiangbei attacked the military camp that night, and the leading bandit was called Gai Longquan.

Nie Jinku was so angry that he gritted his teeth. What a Gai Longquan who took advantage of the situation. I am irrelevant to you!

After thinking for a long time, Nie Jinku decided to go back to the provincial capital to seek help first.

Six hundred miles down the Huai River, it is the capital of Jiangdong Province. The Governor's Office is located in the Zhentai Yamen in the former Qing Dynasty. It has three doors, a handsome flag fluttering in the wind, and eight powerful soldiers stand at the door, and all the passing people are walking around.

In the teahouse across the street, Yan Su, chief of staff of the Jiangbei Guardian Envoy Office, and Gong Zijun, the Logistics Director, sat opposite each other. Neither of them were wearing military uniforms. Yan Su wore a long Yindanshi Lin blue gown, looking like a teacher. Gong Zijun was wearing a student outfit, which was the true nature of a college student.

"Chief of Staff, will you enter?" Gong Zijun asked.

"Wait." Yan Su was calm and unhurried, spreading his folding fan and shaking it slowly.

After a while, a colonel officer came out of the yamen and rushed over to the teahouse. Yan Su immediately stood up to greet him: "Brother Pengcheng, it's been a long time since we saw you."

The colonel officer laughed: "It's been ten years since I left the Baoding Martial Arts Hall?"

Yan Su said: "More than ten years, we are all old."

The colonel officer said, "Let's have a discussion upstairs, I'll make an account."

The three of them went upstairs to sit down. Yan Su first introduced that the colonel officer was Zhang Pengcheng, the deputy director of the Jiangdong Provincial Governor's Office. They were classmates and friends of the Baoding Martial Arts Hall. They also introduced Gong Zijun, saying that they were the logistics director of the Jiangdong Guardian Envoy Office.

Zhang Pengcheng smiled and said, "I am the director at a young age. The young man is so terrifying. By the way, who is Gong Jiaxiang from Huijin Bank in the provincial capital? "

Gong Zijun replied respectfully: "It's my uncle."

"So it's Mr. Gong. I just said that he looks like the Gong family and is a handsome talent, haha." Zhang Pengcheng's eyes narrowed into a line, and he smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

Yan Su said straight to the point: "Old classmate, I am now the Chief of Staff in Jiangbei. I had a little unhappy with the 11th Regiment a few days ago, so I came to ask you for help."

Zhang Pengcheng smiled unabated: "What a big deal, Brother Yan, you can do it yourself. Just write a letter to your brother. By the way, why is it an unpleasant method? That boy Nie Jinku is not responsible for his work, so don't take it to heart, haha."

Yan Su said dryly: "We disarm the 11th regiment."

Gong Zijun interrupted, "Forty black sheep who harmed the people were killed."

Zhang Pengcheng squirted out all the tea: "My grass! How many? Forty people were killed in one breath, this matter is a big deal."

Yan Su said: "That's why you asked your brother to help clear the situation. In fact, our Chen Guardians really had no malice. The Eleventh Regiment came uninvited and poisoned the people, causing public resentment. If you don't do this, the Guardians' seat will not be stable."

Zhang Pengcheng said: "Is Nie Jinku okay?"

Yan Su said: "Captain Nie and his brothers, together with the guns, have all been sent back."

Zhang Pengcheng took a breath and said, "It's good that you, the military guard, are not at all responsible for your work. What are you going to do now?"

Yan Su said: "Just tell me the matter, I have something here, Brother Pengcheng can take a look first." Then he took out the complaints of the people and Nie Jinku's guilty confession, as well as the incident statement signed by the Office of the Guardian and the County Government.

Zhang Pengcheng rummaged over and said, "These things are useless. Governor Sun doesn't recognize this. You have confiscated the 11th regiment of weapons and killed so many people. It's still unreasonable if you don't bring some real information."

Gong Zijun said: "What is dry goods? Isn't this evidence enough to show that these bad guys should be killed?"

Zhang Pengcheng smiled: "Young Master Gong is still young. The real thing is not what you mean by this, but the things in your uncle's bank."

Gong Zijun said angrily: "It's simply blackmail!"

Zhang Pengcheng was a little displeased: "Young Master Gong, you can't say that. This matter is well hidden. If Governor Sun found out, he would have sent troops to cross the river long ago."

Yan Su said: "Pengcheng, Zijun is a college student. He doesn't understand these official ways. Don't be surprised. I came to you to ask you to give me some advice and see how much it costs and where to start."

Zhang Pengcheng said: "It's easy to handle this matter. Governor Sun has a favorite ninth concubine who seems to be from Jiangbei. At that time, you will give her some gifts to complain in front of the Governor, saying that the Eleventh Regiment bullied her relatives, and then I will first blow the pillow wind on the military report. Basically, the big thing will be reduced. But it's impossible to think that everything is fine. You'd better give another gift to the Governor, so that it seems sincere."

Yan Su said: "Is five thousand yuan enough?"

"Five thousand?" Zhang Pengcheng looked at his old classmate with a strange look, and then laughed: "Brother Yan, you have been in the Beijing Army Department for too long and don't know the local market anymore. You can't get a gift of 5,000 yuan, let alone your affairs are quite a big deal, at least this number." As he said that, he stretched out his three fingers and shook them.

"Thirty thousand?" Yan Su remained silent.

"Yes, at least 30,000 yuan, this is still the relationship between our old classmates. I will save you everything you should pay for. If you are an outsider, at least double it."

"Okay, 30,000 is 30,000. You can wait for my news and say goodbye." Yan Su stood up and said goodbye, but Zhang Pengcheng didn't keep him: "Old Yan, I'm still on the job now, so let's get together again tonight."

After leaving the teahouse, Yan Su took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was not easy to travel to the provincial capital. Zhang Pengcheng was right. Thirty thousand yuan was the minimum expense. After all, killing dozens of soldiers was equivalent to slapping Sun in the face in public.

Gong Zijun muttered, "It's a big scoop. It's 30,000 yuan, and our account has only 30,000 yuan. If I had known this, I would advise the guards not to shoot those people."

Yan Su said: "In that environment, if the guards did not shoot them, what would happen?"

Gong Zijun thought for a while and said, "The public is full of grievances, and the prestige of the guardian will not be so high."

Yan Su said: "Yes, the Eleventh Gate stayed in Nantai County and would not leave without plundering them, so they had to pay off their weapons. The Eleventh Gate did nothing bad things. If they were not dealt with, the people would not believe us and would not love us, so this was also a must."

Gong Zijun said, "If these people are killed, they will come to apologize. This is also a must."

Yan Su said with relief: "You finally understand."

When they came from Jiangbei, they only brought five thousand oceans. Now it was too late to get the money back, so they could only find a way to raise it. The Gong family opened a bank in the provincial capital called Huijin Bank. In the past, Gong Zijun's expenses for college were all withdrawn from his uncle. Now that he has difficulties, he naturally went to him.

Huijin Bank's predecessor was Huijin Piaohao, which was a private money house. After Gong Jiaxiang, the younger brother of Mr. Gong Jiaxuan, took over, his business became bigger and bigger. Now it is a well-known bank in the province. The address is on the street in Fuqian, the provincial capital, and it is a foreign-style house with two big stone lions at the door. Two patrolmen were hired to stand guard. It looks very grand.

With Mr. Gong, he naturally had a smooth journey. When he came to the general manager's office, Gong Jiaxiang was working at his desk. This was a capable man in his forties, with his hair meticulously combed backwards. On the hot days, he was still wearing a delicate three-piece British suit, with a pure gold diamond-set tie clip on the tie, and the wise and calm glory shining behind the gold-wire glasses.

When Gong Jiaxiang saw his nephew coming in with a stranger, he stood up and shook hands with Yan Su. When he heard Gong Zijun introduce that this person like the teacher was the chief of staff of the Jiangdong Guardian Envoy Office, he was not surprised at all.

Gong Jiaxiang pressed the electric bell on the table: "Xiaomei, pour two cups of tea and one cup of coffee." Then he greeted Yan Su enthusiastically, sat down, picked up the British heather pipe on the table, and asked politely: "Is that OK?"

Yan Su smiled and said, "Please give me some advice."

In a short while, the female secretary brought tea and coffee. The host and the guest exchanged greetings and got to the point. Gong Zijun said straight to the point: "Second uncle, we need 30,000 oceans."

Gong Jiaxiang smoked his pipe and narrowed his eyes slightly: "We are in the financial industry, and we are doing loan financing business. Not to mention 30,000 yuan, even 300,000 yuan can be used, but I need to know what aspects of this money is used and what guarantees are there for the loan I release?"

Gong Zijun said: "Don't ask about the purpose of the money, just lend it to me. I also have a share in Huijin Bank, just consider it to be my withdrawal."

Gong Jiaxiang said seriously: "If the bank operates like this, it may be not far from bankruptcy. Zijun, you must know that the bank is not our Gong family owns, and there are many major shareholders. We need to be responsible for them. If you don't explain the purpose clearly, the uncle will not give you a penny."

When the uncle and nephew were talking, Yan Su kept crossing his legs and drinking tea. Feng Qingyun was full of posture. Hearing the conversation became more and more intense, he put down the teacup and said, "General Manager Gong, this money is used for bribery. Not long ago, the provincial army robbed the county town and was killed by our Chen Gujun Envoy. Now I brought my nephew to the provincial capital to resolve this matter. If you need pledge, can you see this?"

As he said that, he took out something wrapped in yellow silk from the package, slowly unbuttoned it and found that it turned out to be a copper seal.

"This is the Jiangbei Guardians granted the Army to guard the pass."
Chapter completed!