Leighton Stuart quickly ended his secret visit to Jiangdong and returned to Nanjing.
Chen Zikun told Liu Ting his intention to come, and Liu Ting sighed sadly: "How can you give up such a great opportunity to others?"
Chen Zikun smiled and said: "You analyze big things clearly and clearly, but why are you confused about small things?
The position of vice president is a trap.
Whoever jumps into it will die.
My qualifications and strength are not qualified.
If I force myself to do it, I will only take it upon myself."
Disgraceful, Li Zongren has Guangxi forces and Bai Chongxi's 200,000 troops behind him.
He is much stronger than Hu Shi, Sun Ke and his like."
Liu Ting said: "I still think there is hope if you try your best.
With the aid of the United States and the negotiation with the Communist Party to form a coalition government, even if it doesn't work, you can still rule across the river."
Chen Zikun said: "If there was hope in 45 years, the Communist Party is full of good cards now.
If you want to reshuffle the cards and come back again, how can others be willing?
Besides, China is now a mess that no one can solve."
There are thousands of dead knots, and the only way is to cut them open with a single blow.”
Liu Ting seemed to understand: "You are saying that the government's strength has been exhausted."
Chen Zikun nodded slowly.
Zhongnanhai, Peiping, the Peking Palace of the Chairman of the National Government.
In Jurentang, the director of the palace, Li Zongren, dressed in the uniform of an admiral, is pacing.
The floor is covered with a West Asian carpet.
Outside the window is the turret of the Forbidden City.
On his desk is a telegram from Chen Zikun.
At this moment, Li Zongren was very ambitious.
The Americans supported his candidacy for vice president.
Chen Zikun also sent a secret message to express his full support.
As for his party rivals Cheng Qian and Yu Youren, he was also confident of persuading them.
However, Bai Chongxi and Huang Shaohong, both from the Guangxi clique, held different opinions.
I don’t support my candidacy for this meaningless vice president.
Li Zongren was also a little hesitant.
He decided to ask for divination and ask the best fortune teller in Beiping to predict his career.
The adjutant had already gone to ask the famous Hu Banxian.
Ten minutes later, Hu Banxian arrived at Zhongnanhai.
He looked very young, in his thirties, wearing a navy blue Mao suit and a pair of sunglasses.
He looked more like a party cadre than a fortune teller.
Seeing Hu Banxian like this, Li Zongren thought to himself that this person must have had a false reputation, but since everyone was here, he just asked the family about good luck and gave them some money.
Hu Banxian stood at the door of Jurentang and suddenly stopped, looked at Chi Qi on the ridge of the hall and said, "It feels uncomfortable to not be able to reach the sky or the earth."
Li Zongren's heart skipped a beat.
Isn't this exactly what he is talking about now?
The so-called Director of Peking Branch, who is nominally responsible for military and political affairs in North China, is a feudal official, but has no power and is purely an empty post.
However, he was transferred to Peiping, far away from the Guangxi base area, and has strength.
I can't use it.
I feel like I can't connect to the world.
This Hu Banxian is a god.
He quickly came out with a smile: "Mr.
Hu, welcome."
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Hu Banxian was neither humble nor arrogant: "Director Li, I have admired you for a long time."
After some pleasantries, Li Zongren said falsely: "I have a relative who went south recently.
I invited you here to ask about good luck."
Hu Banxian looked at Li Zongren for a while, then smiled strangely and said, "I'm afraid it's not your relatives who are going south, but Director Li himself."
Li Zongren's heart moved and he said with a smile: "Mr.
Hu is indeed very discerning.
I am about to go south to do something, but I don't know how sure I am."
Hu Banxian looked around.
Li Zongren understood and stepped back.
"I watched the sky at night.
The purple stars were dim and seemed to be falling, but a big star in the north suddenly shone brightly, vaguely meaning to replace it."
Hu Banxian suddenly stopped talking, smiling, picking up the tea cup and blowing the hot air.
After all, Li Zongren was a politician and warlord who had been in high and low positions for many years.
He still had some determination.
He had not yet made the decision to run for vice president.
No more than five people in China knew about it.
Hu Banxian was a fortune teller in Beiping City, and he could actually guess it.
Looking into my heart, it seems that I really have two brushes.
"I don't know what you mean, sir," Li Zongren deliberately pretended to be stupid.
Hu Banxian said: "Director, if you go south, you will definitely succeed immediately.
Not only will you get what you want, but given time, you will be able to make further progress."
Now that the words have come to this point, there is no need to pretend to be stupid.
Li Zongren was overjoyed and bowed to the end: "Thank you sir for your guidance.
Someone, come and bring Xie Yi up."
This hexagram was so original that Li Zongren gave him a small yellow croaker.
The adjutant sent Hu Banxian out of Zhongnanhai.
The fortune teller walked away with one step and three steps, sighing softly: "A big star in the north may not be your Excellency."
A tricycle passed in front of him.
Hu Banxian's eyes lit up and he waved: "Three wheels" The driver stopped the tricycle.
The young man turned around and smiled brightly: "Sir, where are you going?"
Hu Banxian said: "Young man, I see that your hall is dark and your family is in trouble.
Let me tell you a fortune."
"Thank you, you can figure it out yourself."
Xue Dashuan pedaled off the tricycle.
These tricycles are better than foreign cars.
They can pull more, run faster, and save energy.
With two tricycles at home, they can live a good life.
Looking at Da Shuan's back disappearing on Chang'an Street, Hu Banxian shook his head and sighed: "What a disaster."
After being tired for a long time and earning a lot of money, Da Shuan hurriedly ran to the black market to exchange some copper coins.
Nowadays, the legal currency is like waste paper.
It costs hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy a sesame seed cake.
The common people quietly collect the hidden silver coins and All the copper coins were taken out and used.
There were people on the black market who specialized in exchanging them.
I couldn't exchange them even if I went late, so the prices kept going up.
After exchanging copper coins, Da Shuan went to buy another two kilograms of stick noodles and a piece of Chinese cabbage, and rode a tricycle home.
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The hair alley was getting more and more dilapidated.
It had just rained the day before, and there were excrement, urine, and rainwater flowing across the ground.
Huang Yingying's arrogance Xuntian, if you were towing a foreign cart, you would have to get your shoes dirty.
Fortunately, it was a three-wheeler, so you could just pedal on.
When he arrived at the door of his house, Da Shuan shouted: "I'm back."
But he didn't see his younger brothers and sisters coming out to greet him.
He was suspicious.
He took two steps inside and saw a group of police, military police and plainclothes detectives standing at home.
His heart skipped a beat.
They were fortune tellers.
You're right, there's trouble at home.
Baoqing and Xing'er stood at the door of the main room, with several children hiding behind them tremblingly.
Baoqing pulled several children to grow up.
For decades, he worked from dawn to dusk, and had long lost the vigor of the past.
In front of the military police Xian Te She didn't dare to say anything, but Myolie had the courage.
She said confidently: "We don't have gold bars at home, you are in the wrong place."
The leading inspector said: "Sister-in-law, I repeat that the state has issued an emergency economic measures plan.
Private individuals are not allowed to hold gold.
Hiding gold bars privately is a crime.
It is a crime that disrupts the country's economic order.
It is a crime to behead someone."
Xing'er said: "As far as the sky is concerned, if it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist."
The inspector sneered: "We have conclusive evidence.
A rich relative of yours in Shanghai came to Peiping the year before last and gave you ten big notes.
Everyone in the neighborhood knows about it, right, Mr.
Bai?"
Bai Er came over and said, "Yes, that's not wrong at all.
Their family has ten gold bars and tens of thousands of silver dollars."
Xing'er was furious: "Bai Er, you have to speak with your conscience.
Do you think our family looks like it has gold bars?"
The family is poor and the children are rich.
It does not look like a wealthy family.
However, these military policemen have no mercy at all.
The inspector said impatiently: "Since you don't pay, don't blame us for being rude.
Arrest and detain people." car" The policemen rushed forward like wolves and tigers, twisting Baoqing's arm and pushing him to the ground.
Da Shuan roared: "Let go of my father."
Just as he was about to rush forward to fight, a military policeman stopped him with a baton and hit him with his rifle butt and fist.
Next, Da Shuan was beaten and rolled around.
Finally, he and his father were arrested by the police, and the two tricycles that made the family money were also taken away.
The children were crying loudly, but Xing'er was about to cry but had no tears.
There were four gold bars hidden at home, but the money was not from the family, but money from Li Yaoting's shareholding.
It could not be touched unless absolutely necessary.
The country had issued a policy of "unless money".
Purchasing gold at last year's price was like a robbery in the open, and the last bits of people's wealth and wealth were wiped out.
However, Myolie decided to give up the gold for the sake of the lives of her husband and son.
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She first went to find Li Junqing, but now Li Junqing is not doing well.
The people in power after the liberation are really ugly.
They only care about making money and don't care about anything else.
These old politicians in Peiping and the old Jianghu are among the new powerful people.
It's not even a fart.
Li Junqing couldn't sit idly by when his old friend was in trouble.
He asked Myolie: "Does the family have any gold?"
Xing'er said, "Yes, Shunzi gave me five small slivers, I used one, and there are four left."
Li Junqing said: "It will be easier if you have gold.
Now you can only lose money to avoid disaster.
Give me the gold and I will help you clear it."
Xing'er took out the baggage and slowly untied it, revealing four gold bars of one or two weights hidden inside.
She said with tears in her eyes: "Brother, you must rescue Bao Qing and Da Shuan."
Li Junqing's eyes flickered: "Sister-in-law, I will definitely handle it properly."
He took the gold bar to the police station and handed it to the inspector who handled the case.
The inspector handed him a gold bar: "Master Li, this is your commission.
Don't forget it next time, brothers, if there is such information. " "Definitely, definitely."
Li Junqing put away the gold bars, clasped his fists and said goodbye.
When he raised his arms, the rips under the armpits of the tunic suit were exposed, and the collar and cuffs of the clothes were also bald.
After a week, Bao Qing and Da Shuan were finally released, but the two tricycles were confiscated.
The two returned home with scars all over their bodies.
Big eyes stared at small eyes, stomach growled.
"It's good to be back.
Let's eat."
Xing'er said.
Bao Qing and Da Shuan picked up the bowls and sipped the porridge.
Looking at the deep wrinkles on her husband's forehead, Xing'er felt her nose was sour.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
Wubao said, holding an empty bowl.
"Go to bed when you are hungry.
You won't be hungry when you fall asleep."
Xing'er coaxed the child.
"I'm so hungry that I can't sleep."
Wubao said.
Da Shuan silently picked up Wubao's empty bowl and gave him half of his porridge.
In the middle of the night, Wubao suddenly complained that he had a stomachache, which was excruciating.
Baoqing hurriedly took his son to see a doctor.
Dogs barked on the street in the middle of the night.
Baoqing suddenly remembered that thirty years ago, he had asked a doctor to treat Xing'er's mother like this. , time flies, this city, this street, basically no change.
All the valuable things in the family were pawned, and they didn’t even have overnight food.
How could they have money to see a doctor for their son?
The hospital wouldn’t accept him if he didn’t have money.
Baoqing carried Wubao on his back and went to the Chinese medicine clinic for help.
His son was lying on his back, and his voice became louder and louder.
The waves became weaker and weaker, and by the time they reached the doctor's house, they were already dead.
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The doctor checked her and said she had angina, which was the same disease as Xing'er's mother back then.
The child was in pain to death.
Baoqing and Xing'er's youngest son died like this.
Baoqing borrowed a shovel and went to the mass grave outside the city with Da Shuan.
They dug a hole and put the five treasures in.
The youngest son's face was pale, and his eyelashes seemed to be Tremble.
"Five treasures."
Baoqing shouted in a hoarse voice and choked up.
Da Shuan wiped his tears, covered his younger brother with a ragged mat, sprinkled handfuls of soil on top, and built a small grave.
The father and son sat in silence for a while before leaving.
Under the setting sun, Baoqing's steps were particularly staggering
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