A total of 67 passengers were isolated from refugees. Ren Xiaosu did not pay attention to them, but continued to shake hands with each refugee with all his heart and congratulations on finding their new home and new life.

Wang Yuexi and others were also on the side, sincerely sighing that the young marshal was really patient. A few days ago, they thought that the young marshal shook hands with every refugee, probably because of the enthusiasm at the beginning, and maybe they would not do this in the next few batches.

After all, it’s tiring to shake hands with tens of thousands of people.

As a result, they underestimated Ren Xiaosu's patience and felt very ashamed of their thoughts...

After Ren Xiaosu handed over all the refugees to Wang Yuexi, he slowly walked towards the 67 people: "Tell me, what are their identities?"

A Zhou official whispered: "We are ordinary refugees, why did the young marshal say this?"

Ren Xiaosu was happy: "Look at your side, I specifically instructed the soldiers of the Northwest Army to take care of you with live ammunition. Do you think I would be unsure of what I would treat refugees like this?"

But even if Ren Xiaosu said this, the officials of the Zhou family still refused to tell the truth: "Young Marshal, you misunderstood. We are really ordinary refugees."

"You're so hard-mouthed, it seems like you're a spy," Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt a sudden appearance, and then said to the Northwest Army soldiers next to him: "Take them to the dungeon of the military camp and interrogate them carefully. You tell Zhang Xiaoman that I'll continue to go to the Central Plains to recruit refugees later. Don't kill them before I come back."

When the Zhou family's cowards heard this, they were so scared that they almost came out: "Young Marshal! Young Marshal! We said, I am the deputy director of the Zhou family's business department. I couldn't stay there before I fled to the northwest. I heard that you are in the northwest of Daxing, and I think I can make some contributions..."

Ren Xiaosu thought, in fact, no matter what these people said, they could not stay. It was not that the northwest was so xenophobic, but that Ren Xiaosu was worried that there were indeed spies in it.

It was a trivial matter for Zhou officials to escape here, but it would be disgusting if they sneaked into the spy.

These people must have brought some gold, silver and jewelry. If he were Ren Xiaosu, he would have cared a lot, but the Northwest is not short of this. The things brought by dozens of Zhou officials are not even worth a drop in the wealth size of the entire Northwest.

But if there are spies hidden here, the harm in the future may be extremely great.

Kill them all? Ren Xiaosu is not so cruel yet.

He said to the 67 people: "You guys wait here first."

After saying that, he went to the side and mumbled.

At this time, the officials of Zhou clan whispered: "Will he send us back to Zhou clan? I have scolded Zhou Qingyang on the phone before..."

One person shook his head and said, "It's impossible. We're all here. We still have so much money in our hands. How could he put us back? It's just to let us get some blood. We'll give some money to bribe the so-called Northwest Young Marshal. I don't believe he can't be moved."

"That's right," said another Zhou official: "Can anyone in this world not love money?"

These Zhou officials are also very open-minded, and have been together in the Zhou officialdom for many years. They are well aware of the principles of hidden rules and are ready to bleed.

Ren Xiaosu came back after discussing with Da Fu: "Sorry, everyone, Northwest does not welcome you."

A Zhou official was stunned: "We have money."

Ren Xiaosu shook his head: "It's not okay to have money."

An official from Zhou was anxious: "Why did you decide our destiny like this? I want to meet Zhang Jinglin. We ask for corresponding political treatment! Apply for political asylum! You are not the master of the Northwest, and you don't have this power!"

Two hours later, the steam train drove to Central Plains again. An Zhou official sat in the car with a bruised nose and swollen face and called his satellite phone number without any loss: "Hey, boss? I was joking with you before, hahahaha, I will go back and apologize to you now..."

When the steam train arrived in the northwest, this time, many Zhou people came out of the barrier to greet them and picked up all Zhou officials last year.

Before leaving, the Zhou intelligence official who was in charge of greeting also said politely to Ren Xiaosu: "I've caused you trouble!"

Ren Xiaosu thought for a while and said, "By the way, these people also brought some personal belongings. You know, it's quite fuel-intensive to travel to our steam train..."

The corners of Zhou's intelligence officer's eyes twitched. You are obviously extraordinary. What's the use of fuel and no fuel? But he understood what Ren Xiaosu meant. Zhou Qingyang had also specifically explained before he came out, and never conflict with this guy.

So Zhou's intelligence officer gritted his teeth and said, "Their personal belongings will be handed over to you as the escort fee, you can accept it with a smile."

"Sensible," Ren Xiaosu smiled: "Okay, send some people to maintain the order of the refugees and let them line up to get on the bus."

Zhou's intelligence officer left tears of humiliation in his heart, and he suddenly felt that he was like cede land and was too frustrated.

He just couldn't figure it out. Since you need someone to maintain the order of refugees, can't you bring some soldiers from the northwest?!

But no matter how much I think about it, I can't say that.

Zhou's intelligence official smiled and said, "Okay, arrange it now..."

However, before coming out, Zhou Qingyang explained other things to him. The intelligence official said to Ren Xiaosu: "Young Marshal, you see, this is the case. Although refugees were a great burden to Zhou before, we also transported a lot of food from the south to help the refugees. Now that the food is transported, the refugees are about to be taken away by you. Isn't this food a waste? You should know that we have also consumed a lot of manpower and material resources to collect food and transport food. Look, can you..."

Ren Xiaosu was moved when he heard this: "Then put the food in the truck as soon as possible. We will take it to the northwest for refugees to eat, it is not a waste!"

Intelligence Officer: "???"

Is this what I mean? The purpose of my words is not to let you leave some refugees for our Zhou family?

When Ren Xiaosu saw that the intelligence officer did not speak, he pulled out the black knife: "Did I understand it wrong?"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha," the intelligence officer laughed: "This will put the food in you!"

Ren Xiaosu nodded: "Well, you can tie the food to the roof of the car with hemp ropes in bags, so that it will not occupy the space for refugees to get on the car."

"What you said is really reasonable," the intelligence official gritted his teeth. Now the refugees have not been retained and the food has been brought out. He guessed that after he returned to Zhou, his future will be almost over here. The intelligence official looked at Ren Xiaosu and said seriously: "Young Marshal, I also want to promote the northwest..."

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Chapter completed!