Looking at the eager eyes of Song You and Tiedian, Yi Cheng hesitated for a moment, suddenly laughed, picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and said: "No, no, this method is not good. The Liberal Party is about to build a party based on gods. Zheng Abao fired his own horse, but it has lost a good reputation. You see, Minister Song Deling reportedly slammed the table with excitement over this matter, and his hands turned red. His Majesty also smiled in approval. Regarding strict party discipline We, the Democratic Party, must follow up on the matter of establishing a party based on God. This method is too poisonous and inconsistent with Christian practices."
Weng Jianguang grabbed Yicheng's arm and let the other person spill a piece of wine out of the wine glass he was holding. Weng Jianguang shouted sternly: "You've already come to this point, and you still care whether you are a Christian or not? At worst, I¡¯ll donate money to build a few churches afterwards.¡±
Then he realized his gaffe, took his hand away awkwardly, and immediately approached him with a smile on his face like a young boy, and asked softly: "Mr. Yi, I know that you are Zhi Duoxing of the Western Medicine Guild, Bai Fan, the number one in the empire¡¯s business world, just tell me, let¡¯s brainstorm, maybe this method doesn¡¯t work, is there anything else?¡±
Yicheng turned his head and smiled, put down the cup, and reached for his chest pocket with his left hand to draw a white handkerchief, but Fang Bingsheng, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, had already used his own handkerchief to wipe the spilled wine on Yicheng's right hand.
Seeing the master and servant looking forward so eagerly, Yicheng made an unbearable and reluctant expression and said, "Okay, I'll just talk about it. But I want to make it clear: I'm just talking about a possibility. I really have never wanted to do it, and I don¡¯t have the authority to do it. Mr. Zhong Jialiang would not agree to it.¡±
"Okay, okay, please tell me quickly." Weng Quanguang and Fang Bingsheng nodded at the same time, but in their hearts they wanted to kick this bastard Yicheng to death: What time has it been, and you are still showing off your skills.
Yicheng opened his mouth to speak, but then closed his mouth, turned around and looked around, as if this was not a closed carriage but a hotel with people coming and going. He even stood up and opened the curtains to look outside, and finally opened his mouth. The gesture made the two of them come closer. When the three of them touched each other, Yi Chengcai spoke in the lowest voice:
"The assets Zhang Qijie wants to transfer are as high as 400,000 yuan. This is a big sum of money. Any procedure will take time, not to mention such a huge asset? It also includes real estate. Pan Jinxing is a Qing Dynasty. This kind of cross-border transfer requires the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Customs. When the department comes to verify and prevent transnational crimes and asset outflows, if they are not famous, it is not certain whether the transfer can be successful. This will make the date longer. If the recipient Pan Jinxing dies unexpectedly during the transfer process, then the money It was Zhang Qijie. If Pan Jinxing died violently or unexpectedly, who would be the beneficiary? Who would those stupid people think did it?"
After saying that, Yi Cheng immediately sat up straight and took a sip of wine, as if what he just said was not words, but spitting out a stream of flames.
And Weng Jianguang and Fang Bingsheng, who were listening next to them, were shocked: This is really poisonous to kill people.
Yicheng glanced sideways at the master and servant, and continued as if to seduce him: "If this happens, if the suspect cannot be caught, Zhang Qijie's reputation will not be restored, and everyone will always be a little suspicious. Then. This is a challenge to His Majesty, which shows that Your Majesty has misjudged the person. This responsibility cannot be shouldered by Your Majesty, and Zheng Abao can only be used as a scapegoat by the court. Now, don¡¯t the Army and Lord Song Deling always speak for the Liberal Party? If the Liberal Party stinks, Do they have the nerve to talk about public opinion? Even before the quarrel, their momentum has weakened by three points."
Then he hurriedly waved his hands to deny it and said: "You two, our Democratic Party will never do this. We have already roughly calculated the distribution of votes in Longchuan. We have almost won. We have three horses in hand, and at least two horses have won. It¡¯s not shameful, it¡¯s meritorious. And we have nothing to do with the railway. The Liberal Party is building the Longmei Line. If you don¡¯t like to hear it, we still think we should do it slowly and build the main Ganchang Line first. As for the Longmei Line Line, this thing is a branch line, just repair it, it¡¯s not long.¡±
"We can't let them fix it. This is a precedent as soon as it is opened. Our overall situation will be broken. If there is one, others will take action." Weng Jianguang knew that the other party knew the basics, but he still explained helplessly. He was really helpless.
Yicheng immediately brought the topic back, took another sip of ice wine, and said with a smile: "What I just said was just an idea. Just listen to it and don't take it seriously. I'm not afraid of God's retribution. Go home at night and pray that Pan Jinxing dies inexplicably." However, I will never pray this kind of prayer. Christians are not allowed to curse people, let alone a poor innocent victim of the Qing Dynasty? Haha."
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As expected, Weng Jianguang¡¯s feet did not touch the ground. After chatting, the box was hooked up to another passing car and he returned to the capital in a hurry.
Yicheng also declined the reception banquet and went back to the train station.nbsp; Hearing the other party¡¯s sigh, Fang Bingsheng raised his head and saw Stationmaster Lu holding a piece of paper, looking a little surprised.
"Xiao Lu, what's wrong?" Fang Bingsheng asked.
Webmaster Lu quickly smiled and replied: "Mr. Fang, I just came back from Mr. Yi. He asked me to forward some messages to Mr. Zhong. I was going to code them for him, but I didn't expect him to code them himself. This saves trouble." ¡±
Fang Bingsheng walked over and saw that the telegram in Webmaster Lu¡¯s hand was full of numbers in groups of four and could be sent directly. But Fang Bingsheng frowned: Yicheng used to send them text telegrams. In this way, Song You Tiedian knew clearly what he sent to Zhong Jialiang. Why didn't he even read the text after he came back?
"Xiao Lu, can you see if you can decode it?" Webmaster Lu responded, picked up the coding book at hand and compared the number groups, but after reading a few, he closed the book and said: "He encrypted it, the number group I can¡¯t figure it out if it doesn¡¯t directly correspond to Chinese characters.¡±
Fang Bingsheng did not speak, but looked at the dense numbers with an expressionless face, and exclaimed in his heart: "Yicheng and the boss are like the crow falls on the pig. Normally, the grandson of the black boss asked me to find out about the foreign medicine guild before he left. Tie He's true thoughts, he specifically stated that he should pay attention to the telegrams between him and Zhong Jialiang, and check every one of them to see if there is any mystery. In the end, Yi Cheng, the bastard, encrypted them cleanly. It's interesting."