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Chapter 294 I am also a member!

After the farewell ceremony for tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Chongqing, the old man's mental state obviously collapsed, and he curled up in the corner of the prison car with his head drooping, and Ren Jialiu ignored his shouts.

The escorting imperial guards understood this, probably due to the ups and downs of their moods. After all, no one knows what will happen to the deportation of the prison car to Beijing this time.

Jia Liu is very satisfied.

The farewell ceremonies in Chengdu, Luzhou, and Chongqing show that the Gongjinhui has fully penetrated the three prefectures and can effectively mobilize the army and the people.

The reason for giving old Fulai such an eighteen-year-old gift is mainly because the old guy is a bit like a tumbler in the political arena, so it is necessary to give him the whole job.

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

As an old bureaucrat who has been tried and tested in the officialdom, Lao Fu may have been confused at the beginning about the purpose of Guizi Liu's elaborate arrangements, but now he must be full of knowledge.

So, the spirit collapsed.

The governor is convinced that he will never be able to return to Sichuan, and he is also convinced that the little boy of the Han army who he doesn't like at all is really powerful now.

But how did this strength come from, even the governor can't think of it.

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

To be precise, one sells and the other buys.

It was still thousands of miles away from Beijing, the old rich ignored him, and Jia Liu couldn't stay there like an idiot, so he chatted with the guards who were escorting him next to him.

"Brother, which unit is it? Where is the job? The sticky pole? The Siyuan? The eagle dog?"

The second-class bodyguard An Ke, who is in charge of guarding the admiral personally, is in his twenties and was born in Manchuria with a yellow flag.

Seeing the criminal admiral in the prison car talking to himself, Anke immediately didn't want to take the fight, but after thinking about it, the person in the prison car was the forehead of Xin Wangfu, or Batulu, who was appointed by the emperor, although he committed a crime and was deported. Beijing, but they probably won't lose their lives, so from a long-term perspective, they still took the blame, saying that they were sticking to the pole.

"The sticky pole? Not bad, not bad, promising."

Jia Liu nodded, and suddenly asked Anke: "Have you sent someone to go abroad to investigate at the sticking pole?"

"Visiting abroad?"

An Ke was stunned, not knowing what this meant.

Jia Liu explained whether the sticky pole had sent anyone abroad in recent years.

Why do you ask that?
Jia Liu had seen some street stalls in his previous life and said that Sticky Rod was the world's largest secret service intelligence organization in the [-]th century. The revolution, even knowing that the industrial revolution had penetrated into the Central Asian region, and even notifying the Forbidden City of the British ship information at that time, is amazing.

It is also said that Qianlong wrote a letter to Louis XVI, and there were intelligence personnel from the sticky pole who went to France with the envoy.

In short, besides the assassination organization described by the author of the martial arts novel, this sticky place is also an organization that integrates the Central Intelligence Agency, MI[-], and KGB.

There is a nose and an eye, saying that the Manchu archives in the Forbidden City in Beijing fully recorded the "achievements" of this sticky pole, and pointed out to the Qing Empire that the biggest enemy was the rising Tsarist Russia.

Jia Liu didn't quite believe this.

Manchu?

It seems that few imperial guards can write.

If the sticky poles were really so awesome, it would be impossible for Gansu to deceive Qianlong for nearly ten years.

Therefore, in his opinion, the so-called myth of sticking rods is just bragging.

As for the so-called foreign sources of intelligence, the six of Jia analyzed that Guangdong had gathered a lot of Western businessmen due to its open trade, so it was the various news brought by the Western businessmen, rather than sending people abroad to collect information from the sticky pole.

As for the correspondence between Qianlong and Louis XVI, there is no evidence to show that it was the Qing emperor who wrote an extremely arrogant letter to the British king. The full text of 976 characters is full of ignorance.

In Jia Liu's previous life, the only letter written by Emperor Qianlong to Xiyang was placed in the British Museum for people to laugh at.

No matter how wary Qianlong was of the Han people, if he really knew the real situation abroad through the sticky pole, it would be impossible to write this stupid letter.

He can write it out, which also shows that the sticky pole has no idea of ​​the real situation abroad.

Can this fucking be called the most powerful intelligence organization in the [-]th century?

Sure enough, Anke shook his head and said that the Sticky Rod Office had never sent personnel abroad since its establishment, but it had been ordered to check the intelligence of Junggar and Burma, and knew that there were Western mercenaries in the Junggar and Burmese armies.He also paid a lot of money to buy a batch of Western firearms.

The Qianlong imperial short pistol that Jia Liu used to shoot the black gun was an imitation of the western gun obtained from the sticky rod.

Jia Liu was relieved to be sure that the sticky pole was relatively low-level, and then under Anke's puzzled gaze, he suddenly reached into his crotch and touched it.

This is the forehead?

Anke was stunned.

But soon he found that things were not what he thought, and he saw his forehead squeeze out a bank note from his crotch like a magic trick.

"Speaking of which, we are also colleagues. I am from the Qing Dynasty. Please take care of me on the way."

Jia Liu couldn't help saying that he stuffed the bank note to Anke through the fence, and winked his eyes in front of him, implying to take it away quickly, so as not to be seen by others.

After struggling for a while, Anke accepted the bank note and said in a low voice, "Thank you, son-in-law!"

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

To get people's money and do things for others, Anke couldn't be better for the forehead in the next few days, and he can do it immediately if there is any need.

To Jia Liu's surprise, Lao Fu was resurrected with full blood.

On the first day, sitting in the front of the prison car, with his back to Guizi Liu at the back.

On the second day, with his back to the prison car, he was facing Guizi Liu.

On the third day, he opened his mouth to speak: "This old man has been fighting hawks all his life, but I didn't expect you, a little bastard, to be tricked."

"Who told you not to think of me as one of your own?"

Jia Liu took a bite of the apple, which Anke got for him.

Old Fu suddenly laughed, very strangely, you boy don't even know how capable the Tathagata Buddha is.

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

"you guess."

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

What's wrong with the old guy?
Jia Liu was confused, so he moved to the front and called softly: "My lord, you and I are on the same boat. If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple."

Old Fu's shoulders trembled slightly and he ignored it.

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

The escorted imperial guards were naturally the ones who stopped the Shaanxi-Gansu Governor's Mansion, but after the other party showed the governor's warrant, Guo En, the guard who led the team, thought for a moment and agreed to meet with the prisoner.

Jia Liu didn't know what the people from the Shaanxi-Gansu Governor's Mansion had said to Lao Fu. Anyway, after these people left, Lao Fu's mental outlook improved significantly, and he even vaguely had a spring breeze.

Even the guards who escorted him had obviously different attitudes towards the governor of Sichuan who had been imprisoned and deported to Beijing.

Jia Liu couldn't bear it any longer, and called Lao Fu enthusiastically again.

If you don't answer once, you will say twice, three times
Finally, Old Fu became impatient at being called, and turned around and glared at Jia Liu angrily: "You're fucking screaming!"

Shout out?

Jia Liu was stunned, and smiled all over his face: "My lord, I am also in the club."

(End of this chapter)