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Lin Wenjing worriedly said, "I'm afraid this is just your wishful thinking. China has a large population base and low education level. Coupled with thousands of years of feudal rule, it is too difficult to implement universal suffrage in a short period of time."

Chen Zikun said: "So according to your opinion, when will universal suffrage be carried out?"

Lin Wenjing thought for a while and said, "It will take at least one generation of efforts, and it will be almost done by the 1960s."

Chen Zikun chuckled: "You underestimate the quality of the people too much. Even the primitive clan society can fairly elect patriarchs. Isn't it possible for modern society? In the area where ** is in power, universal suffrage has been achieved. The people value their votes very much. I have witnessed their election process with my own eyes. It is very scientific, fair, open and just. The survival wisdom of the working people at the bottom is very high. Never underestimate them. So the key is whether the people in power are willing to delegate power."

Lin Wenjing said: "Mr. Jiang will never delegate power."

Chen Zikun said: "The Kuomintang has many factions, Li Zongren and Bai Chongxi of the Guangxi clan have never been convinced by Chiang Kai-shek. Soong Ching-ling and He Xiangning have a lot of opinions about him. Even He Yingqin, the direct descendants, cannot guarantee that Chen Cheng will not be ulterior motives. Even if he doesn't want to let go, he will have to let go."

Lin Wenjing said: "It is said that in the late Qing Dynasty, Zhang Zhidong asked the Regent Zaifeng to treat the people well before his death, but Zaifeng said that he was not afraid, and there was a soldier. Now, Mr. Jiang has the power of military power, as long as he wants to fight for trapped beasts."

Chen Zikun said: "There is another saying below Zhang Zhidong that the country will be over. If someone from Jiang dares to launch a civil war, the Kuomintang's ambition will end."

Lin Wenjing nodded: "You have to manage diplomatic coordination, wars on the front line, and worry about national affairs. People in their early forties have turned pale on their temples, so you should pay more attention to your health."

Chen Zikun said: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. I am a man who is driving a rickshaw. It is not easy to survive until today. I have everything I should have, and there is nothing to regret. I will devote myself to my motherland with severe disasters in the second half of my life. I don't have the ability to turn the tide. But no matter who or which organization can lead China on the road to brightness, I, Chen Zikun, are willing to follow my life and death, even if I am in a vain way."

Lin Wenjing quickly covered his mouth: "Don't talk about it all the time, Jiao'er is only five years old."

Chen Zikun said: "I'm old, Xiaobei is already over twenty years old. It's time to get married and have children in two years. We are grandparents. By the way, Zhao Ziming's wife should have some movement. Brother Dahai must be very happy that he has the spirit in the sky."

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Zhao Ziming was sulking in the confinement room at this time. The spy company captured three Japanese soldiers alive in an ambush, and was burned to death by him with gasoline. He violated organizational discipline and was severely criticized and was imprisoned for one week.

No one dared to do anything about Zhao Ziming. The so-called confinement room is a spacious barn with wheat straw piled up inside. It was very comfortable to lie down. When it was time for dinner, the guard Cheng Shuanzhu would come to deliver the meal.

"Uncle, I support you, and all my brothers support you. I know, you are avenging my father." Shuan Zhu said with red eyes. His father Cheng Shi died in a battle not long ago. Zhao Ziming kept holding his breath and finally caught a few Japanese alive. Naturally, he would kill and pay tribute to his brothers' spirits in heaven.

"It's okay, wouldn't you just kill the three Japanese? It's not a problem. Commander Wu won't do anything to me." Zhao Ziming patted Shuanzhu's head, picked up the roasted sweet potato and ate it.

Shuan Zhu said: "I heard that Commander Wu can't suppress this matter. The Special Committee already knows it. I will deal with you strictly."

"Fuck, these miscellaneous people who have the ability to rush to the Japanese will be punished." Zhao Ziming didn't care, lying on the pile of wheat grass, holding a grass stick in his mouth, leisurely.

"I heard from the headquarters' correspondents that they are going to remove you from your position." Shuan Zhu said.

"I don't care if I retreat." Zhao Ziming said.

Shuan Zhu packed his things and went out. When he saw two men in tightly uniforms walking towards him, he suddenly became nervous and stood quietly aside.

Staff Li pushed open the door and said, "Company Commander Zhao, get up, the comrades from the Military Sub-district Security Department have something to ask you."

The security officer frowned: "Are you locked in your confinement room?"

Staff Li said carelessly: "The conditions are limited. Besides, Company Commander Zhao just made a mistake and there is no need to lock it."

The security officer looked at him coldly and turned to Zhao Ziming in the room: "Zhao Ziming, please clean up and follow us."

Zhao Ziming jumped up with a carp and patted his clothes: "Where to go, what are you doing?"

"You will know when you go." Another officer replied impatiently.

At this moment, Zhao Ziming suddenly felt a familiar feeling in his heart. This was how the people from the Security Department of the Political Department of the Soviet Area arrested his father. The complex feelings of humiliation, anger, hatred, and grievance instantly filled his heart, and he glared: "Young mother, I'm not guilty."

The security officer was so angry that he had never seen such an unorganized and disciplined person. He immediately said angrily: "Whether there is a crime or not is decided by the organization, and it is not your final decision. If you do this, you will tie you up."

Zhao Ziming said: "If you dare to tie me up, try to touch me."

There was a gun on the belt of the security officer, wrapped in red silk and placed in a leather hood. He wanted to pull out the gun. How could Zhao Ziming allow him to move? He kicked it out. The little officer fell down. The other man was shocked and wanted to draw the gun. He was beaten down by a stick behind the back by Shuanzhu.

The security officer shouted in anger: "Guard Company, come quickly, catch the counter-revolutionary, catch the traitor."

Staff Li was anxious: "Old Zhao, what are you doing?"

Zhao Ziming was so angry that his temples thundered, and bowed to Staff Li and said, "I know someone above has always disliked me. This time I want to take the opportunity to mess with me. I have to ask Ye Xuefeng to explain the matter clearly." After that, he took a big step away.

The spy company is still the old foundation of the 13th Line of the Anti-Japanese War and rescue of **. The team has expanded to the scale of a battalion, but it is still the company of ** Company, and its base is nearby. When Zhao Ziming rushed over, the headquarters guard battalion had arrived and the two sides were confronting each other.

"Who dares to touch my brother?" Zhao Ziming shouted loudly and walked up to him. The soldiers in the guard camp admired him and retreated step by step.

At the critical moment, Ye Xuefeng rushed to the scene: "Everyone put down his gun."

The soldiers of the guard battalion put down their guns first, but the people in the spy company still held the guns. Most of them were short guns. Mauser held them flat with 20 sounds, wore a hat and opened his chest to show his arms, and looked like a ruffian. The two officers from the Military Division Security Department were so angry that they shook their hands: "This is a mutiny, and there is still no organizational discipline."

Ye Xuefeng said with a cold face: "Two comrades, please don't add fuel to the fire, okay?"

After all, the two of them were not of high level and stopped talking in disappointment.

Ye Xuefeng said: "Old Zhao, let the comrades put their guns down."

Zhao Ziming waved his hand, and the brothers of the spy company lowered their guns.

Ye Xuefeng said: "Old Zhao, don't get me wrong. The organization is just conducting routine questions, and there is no big deal."

Zhao Ziming said: "Damn, these two sluts are going to tie me up. When I hit Japan, you didn't know where to play with Niba."

The two officials were very angry, but they had to suppress them. They really caused a mutiny, but they could not bear the responsibility.

Ye Xuefeng said: "Comrades, it's okay, go back. Lao Zhao, if you are worried, I will accompany you to the military sub-district to explain the matter clearly."

Zhao Ziming thought about it, and Ye Wei was erect and was about to be a father. He couldn't make trouble at this critical moment, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

A crisis was resolved. Zhao Ziming accompanied Ye Xuefeng to the Political Department of the Military Sub-district. The head of the Political Department was surnamed Ma. He warmly welcomed them in Hubei dialect. He asked Zhao Ziming about killing prisoners in detail. After recording, he said: "What you are proving is the Japanese devil who killed them. It's getting late. Stay there first. After asking the commander tomorrow, the case will be cancelled."

That night, Zhao Ziming slept in the guesthouse, and the conditions were pretty good. When he saw Ye Xuefeng the next morning, he found that his eyes were red and he didn't seem to have good sleep. He asked him what he did last night, but Ye Xuefeng just smiled tiredly and didn't say anything.

Director Ma of the Political Department continued to talk to Xiao Zhao. He asked with a smile: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you seem to have some questions that have not been explained."

Zhao Ziming said: "Didn't you say it yesterday? I killed three Japanese devils and nothing else."

"Think about it." Director Ma lit a cigarette and still smiled.

Zhao Ziming thought for a while: "I really can't think of it, I'll leave first if I have nothing to do."

Director Ma squatted out the cigarette butt: "You can't remember, I'll remind you, someone is here, bring the things in."

A security officer brought in a net bag, which was filled with condensed milk, canned food, milk powder, pastries and other things.

Zhao Ziming pushed the table and stood up, his temples pounding. He asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

These nutritional products were brought to Ye Wei by Zhao Ziming, and they actually appeared in Director Ma, indicating that Ye Wei has also been investigated and may have been detained by the security department.

"What do you mean? I'm going to ask you." Director Ma lit another cigarette and looked at Zhao Ziming confidently: "Sit down."

Zhao Ziming glared at him viciously and sat down slowly.

"You have serious violations of discipline and major economic problems. Stay in the military sub-district for a few more days, and when will you explain the matter clearly and when will you leave?" Director Ma said.

Zhao Ziming sneered: "What if I can't explain it clearly."

"Then let's try the military law, expel the military from the military, and go to jail."

"**, don't think I won't know you if I speak Hubei dialect. The Ma family's sixth, you are so proud that you dare to touch me." Zhao Ziming slapped the table and stood up again.

The door suddenly opened, and two large-shouldered and round-waisted defenders rushed in and twisted Zhao Ziming's arm.

Zhao Ziming's arms were like iron rods, not moving at all. Suddenly, he exerted force and shocked. The two soldiers hit the wall. Director Ma wanted to run away, but he pulled him back. His fist was swung up as big as a bowl, and raindrops fell.

"Stop." Ye Xuefeng's harsh shout came from outside the door, and the black muzzle pointed at him.

Zhao Ziming let go, Director Ma collapsed on the ground like mud, his face turned into a pig's head, and he had long been unconscious of his situation.

"The man surnamed Ma deliberately messed with me. His foundation is not right. His father is a bully in Beijing. He is not a good person. If you don't believe me, go and visit me." Zhao Ziming was not afraid of the gun. He knocked open Ye Xuefeng and left. He went out to see a very majestic white horse in the yard. There was no hair on his body. No matter who it was, he untied the reins and rode away.

The groom chased after him and shouted, "Stop, that's Commander Yu's horse."

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