When the telegram that Juerdian rebuked him sternly, the consul and the director fell into deep thought, as if they were silent.

The word "conspiracy" gradually emerged in their minds: Who kidnapped Mai Bian? Why hasn't he filed a ransom request yet? There are kidnappers in the world who don't want a ransom? The revolutionary party? That's a joke, and there is such a bold revolutionary party? Who released the news? How did those foolish officials in the Qing court know the background of Langezhi Company? How did the company's account books fall into the hands of the Chinese?

A series of questions gathered into a huge question mark and circled in their minds, and the answer seemed to be vaguely in their hands, and it seemed that they could not grasp it.

The police stations have been all moved, and they almost didn't turn the concession into the sky, but where can I find a trace of the kidnapper? As for the old man who was late-night snack, it was like air evaporating. Although he had already made requests to other concessions and Chinese to assist in the investigation, they did agree to these requests. But it was obvious that the perfunctory ingredients were mostly perfunctory and the ingredients waiting to see jokes were mostly anxious.

All countries tacitly wanted to see the British Empire's ugly end in Shanghai. The consul was so angry that he was desperate, but he was helpless.

After all, Xunshi was a British man with higher education. After all, he struggled in a shopping mall with strong hands and intrigues. Since it is impossible to solve the case for a while, he can only rely on logical reasoning.

Fortunately, there are examples like Detective Sherlock Sherlock Sherlock Sherlock Sherlock Sherlock Holmes in the British Empire. Mr. Haunting's favorite book is the novel of Detective Conan Doyle. He decided to analyze it from a logical point of view - who can benefit from it. Whoever has the motivation to commit the crime and is also suspected of committing the crime.

Who can benefit from it?

——It is obvious that they should be kidnappers, but until today the kidnappers have not sent out blackmail. Are there kidnappers who don’t have money and only have their lives?

——Obviously it was not Mai Bian. He had successfully sold all his stocks. He accumulated a lot of wealth and was still in HSBC and had not transferred it. Unless his brain was replaced with a pig brain overnight, they would never believe that this was a drama written and directed by Mai Bian.

——It’s not like the current head of Langezhi Company, the shopkeeper of Zhengyuan Money House. If he finds something strange, he doesn’t have to make a statement. He just needs to sell the stocks in his hand to avoid losses and even get a considerable premium. How could he be as lost as he is now?

——It won’t be a driver. If this unlucky guy is really this, he will not have to come back to report the case, nor will he suffer from the current labor and investigation. Moreover, the police station has reported that the driver has no doubts about social relations and economic interactions.

The two of them had a discussion together, and they didn't look like they were themselves or each other. Anyone knew that doing so would be trouble and no profit.

After investigation, they could not find anyone who could benefit from it. The two of them were puzzled - this was really a shocking conspiracy. However, they never thought that selling rubber stocks with Langezhi Company was the biggest conspiracy in itself.

In the secluded house in the suburbs, Mai Bian has spent half a month in imprisonment. For more than half a month, he has been waiting for someone to come to save him. He waited with hope every day, but in the end he had no reaction.

Strangely, these kidnappers seemed to be in a hurry. They watched him leisurely and then chatted in front of him as if no one was there.

"It's really not worth it for the elder brother to do this. He is a great college student studying abroad. If he hadn't been to the revolution, he would have become a high-ranking official, and there would have been people who exclude him so much."

"Wen Liutou, what are you talking too much? If my elder brother hears it, he will have to scold us when he comes back."

"I'm just so angry. Our elder brother is so capable, why should he attack Sun Dapao? What is Sun Dapao's ability besides bragging?"

"Come on, stop complaining, let's drink, drink. Look, I even made peanuts."

"Then the relationship is good."

While drinking, the two of them made a fuss and tried to guess the orders, and they didn't care about the wheat side beside them.

"I'm so happy, brothers!"

"Five leaders!"

...

"If you lose, you will be fined a drink."

After drinking "Gudong Gudong", the loser wiped his mouth with his sleeves and said unconvincedly, "Come again!"

It's okay to lose frequently, and it's impossible to lose frequently. Not long after, the two of them got drunk and fell asleep on the table.

Snoring sounds like thunder.

It suddenly started to thunder and showers. Looking at the lightning flashes from the cracks in the windows, listening to the sound of rain outside the house, looking at the two drunken people on the table, the wheat side reached a close touch and quietly polished the ropes on the edges of the wooden chairs.

The room was quiet, and Mai Bian stared at the drunken two people, but his hands increased the frequency. If it were normal for this method of grinding, the sound of this method of grinding would definitely arouse their suspicion, but now these two people are drunk. God's blessing, it's great! I don't know how long it took, because his face was covered in sweat due to nervousness and force, dripping down, making a frightening "click" sound. But he no longer cared about so much, because the hemp rope used to tie his hands was about to be worn off.

The rope could not withstand repeated friction and finally broke. Mai Bian stood up, quietly moved his muscles and bones, applied oil to the soles of his feet, and slipped away.

Without caring about the heavy rain, he was only glad that he had finally escaped from the sky. He was struggling with the lightning of the sky and started running wildly against the edge of the wheat that had not been full for several days. He didn't know where he was, nor how to run back to the concession. He only knew that the farther he ran, the better, and the faster he was.

No hesitation, no turning back, only one word, one heart, one thought - run! This speed is enough to reach 5,000 meters for the Commonwealth Games: i.

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I don’t know how long I have been running, nor where I will run, but I look at the hut that was left far behind by myself. The wheat beside the wheat that had been poured into a chicken was yelling in the wilderness: “God, I am saved!”

In the imperial envoy's mansion, Zhao Bingjun stood in front of the window, looking at the rainy scenery outside the window with great interest. The water curtains fell from the sky, and Jiangnan was indeed worthy of the name of the water town.

He was handed with a telegram. After receiving the detailed report, the court officially removed Cai Naihuang from his post as Shanghai Road on the grounds of "insulting Shangguan, narrow-minded and illegal activities." He will be replaced by Shi Zhaoji, the Binjiang Road, which has recently gained reputation and is a great celebrity in the imperial court. Cheng Dequan, the new governor of Jiangsu, has also entered Beijing to thank the emperor and is preparing to go south. Officials in the Soviet province have been quarreling with each other, and with Cheng Dequan in place, Ruixuan's good days are over.

Shi Zhaoji's task is to be responsible for negotiating with the British and helping to eliminate the rubber stock storm. Does he have diplomatic experience?

Zhao Bingjun knew: Americans are very welcome to this and think that it is most appropriate for a pro-American and overseas official to serve as the highest local chief in Shanghai.

He also knew: there were rumors in the capital that if Shi Zhaoji did this negotiation well, then the division of Su and Shanghai was in front of him. According to the emperor's thoughts, Shanghai will be on the same level as Jiangsu in the future. At the age of 33, he will become a leader in the border area who will be the solemn leader. This opportunity is enviable:. Ah!

But what will be changed to Shanghai Road in the future? It will definitely not be called the governor, is it called Hu Zhaoyin? It is interesting. While I was thinking about it, the door opened with a "creak" sound, and the tall figure squeezed in again, with a faint rain mark on my feet.

"Sir, everything has been done as you told me, that idiot has run away."

"Good run!"

“What should I do next?”

"The next step is to withdraw. Remember, the faster the disappearance, the better!" Zhao Bingjun took out an envelope, "There are tickets to Luzon Island in Nanyang the morning after tomorrow. You can get ready to leave as soon as possible. There is still some money in it, and your silver rewards and the expenses for the trip to Nanyang are all inside."

"Sir Xie." The figure disappeared in the rain again in a flash...

It was not until late the next night that Mai Bian stumbled back home. He had a disheveled face, a beard, and a disheveled dress. He exuded an unpleasant aura. The servant who was guarding the door almost couldn't recognize it, but the dog loyally identified the owner's breath and shook his tail enthusiastically.

"The big liar Mai Bian is back!" The news quietly spread out among the crowd like the wind.

Mai Bian, who had just returned home, fell ill. He ran desperately against the wind and rain, and was worried. He had a high fever as soon as he got home, but his head was still very useful. When the housekeeper talked about the recent situation, he became anxious. The next morning, Mai Bian, regardless of his weakness, planned to hold on to the sick body to visit the director and the police room. But just stepped out of the living room door, he was stunned and never dreamed.
Chapter completed!