Chapter 22: Mingyuelan (2)

"Grandma is a very good person to take care of. Once, Grandpa Qiu secretly told me that when Grandma was fifty, there was a foreigner in his thirties who had public courtship. Although Grandpa Qiu sometimes spoke unreliable, I really believed it this time. Because Grandma's hands did not seem to have changed much in decades. The nails were always built short, and there were almost no wrinkles on the back of the hand. The belly of the fingers seemed a bit thick, as if they were often pressed. Every time I asked about this, grandma's face showed a very strange expression, which seemed a little shy and a little sweet, and was not like the iron lady in the legend of the outside world. Okay, I admit that this was a bit horrible, but whether you believe it or not, I was talking about my personal experience."

"You are right. He is the crucial undercover agent. My existence is probably to cover him and distract him." Ming Yuelan said, "That big man is too suspicious and arranged for many confidants to monitor each other and restrain each other. That Mipiao Astronomy."

"It happened to be something happened in the north. I took this as an excuse and caught everything in one go." Ming Yuelan's voice was not turbulent. "The whole country acted together, searched according to the list, arrested thousands of people overnight, and escorted them to Beijing for trial, and then most of them were executed. The big man was also executed, and his whole family was taken away and never appeared again."

Zheng Yu suddenly felt a little bored.

"Was that person promoted?"

"He refused to disclose his merits and identity and gave it to me. A month later, he committed suicide." Mingyuelan's voice trembled imperceptibly. "He left a suicide note, saying that he was sorry for many people, but he did not regret it... He used to be loyal to His Majesty, but now he wanted to give an explanation to the family. Because it was suicide, the bureau only gave a small amount of pension after his death. The old man in his family and a sister who was going to college. Over the years, I and several elder brothers and sisters in the bureau secretly supported him."

"Why?"

"We think he is a good person." Ming Yuelan's voice became obviously low. "He has fulfilled his loyalty as a civil servant of the General Intelligence Bureau and his affection for a person. We cannot let him die and keep his eyes closed."

"I mean...why not to sacrifice him?"

The hands on the forehead paused.

"I heard from several older sisters privately... The bureau's consistent principle is to break the bonds of emotions and be absolutely rational. If the undercover agent is sentimental and values ​​personal feelings, how can the work be carried out? The bureau cannot encourage such behavior for the sake of the overall situation. But we also turn a blind eye to our private assistance."

Zheng Yu sighed silently.

"Actually, there is another reason for me to support his sister." Mingyuelan was silent for a moment and said softly, "I have made meritorious service, received rewards, and promoted my post."

"That man died inexplicably," Mingyuelan said calmly, "the superior said it was a scandal in the bureau, so he suppressed his affairs and gave me the credit for it. I really couldn't accept all this with peace of mind, nor did I want to make things difficult for the bureau, so I applied to come to Russia. I just wanted to make a real achievement here and give myself an explanation."

Zheng Yu was silent for a while and finally asked, "That big man's affairs..."

"Your Highness..." Ming Yuelan hesitated for a while and said softly, "That case is the Iron No. 4 case."

A flash of lightning flashed through Zheng Yu's mind.

It was indeed that purge. Former Prime Minister Chen Lei, the person who once had a word in the empire, the emperor's confidant, died in that storm, and his power collapsed. For some reason, a huge fear suddenly surged from the deepest part of his mind, directly submerging his entire cerebral cortex. His body trembled slightly for a few times, and cold sweat broke out.

The hand on the forehead stopped.

"Your Highness... I'll tell you a joke?"

Zheng Yu also heard fear.

At this moment, he felt that his heart seemed to be much closer to the female agent behind him. In the face of some kind of power, he and a small agent were really no substantial difference. In fact, the probability of him encountering certain dangers is probably greater than that of these seemingly ordinary little people.

"……OK."

"When it comes to Minister Zhao Bingjun of the Police Department, he felt that he needed to improve his image in the lower department, so he specially asked the people from the Propaganda Department to create a Peking Opera that praised the police department to crack down on corrupt officials and enemy spies, and also let his famous concubine play the role. One day, he had a whim and decided to go on a private visit to see what the response was."

Zheng Yu's breathing began to calm down.

"After the performance, everyone stood up and applauded warmly. Minister Zhao was overjoyed. Suddenly, someone next to him pulled him hard and said in his ear: 'Get up and applaud quickly!' Minister Zhao was confused, and the man whispered: 'You are stupid, there are plainclothes next to him from the police station!'"

Zheng Yu smiled silently. It seemed that the General Intelligence Bureau did have some resentment towards the Police Department.

Time passed like this, and the sudden fear gradually dissipated in the sound of orioles and swallows.

But Zheng Yu's heart could not be calm for a long time.

Although there are too many unexplainable changes in this sensible era, some things are still playing a tenacious role; those familiar stories have only changed and are still enjoying themselves.

What about myself?

Witt Mansion.

Former Russian Minister of Finance and current Chairman of the Ministers Committee, Witt put down the cigar in his hand and said to a slender middle-aged man in front of him with a bow tie: "Earl, what do you think of the proposal of this Chinese prince?"

Earl Ramsdorf, the foreign minister of the Russian Empire, said with a serious expression: "Sergei, I am forgiving me... the Chinese people's peace proposal is just a cover. What they really want is to delay time, win over Britain, France, America and Germany to mediate, and interfere with our country's military operations. His tone is very high, but his purpose is just to bluff."

Witt stared at him for a while and slowly shook his head.

Ramsdorf was a little surprised, but he had been with Werte for many years and knew the other party's wisdom well and still looked at the other party patiently.

"My dear earl, your brilliant diplomatic career obviously limits your wise vision." Witt did not shy away from this close friend and political partner for many years. "In my opinion, there are several levels of considerations for the Chinese. The first is that they want to test our will and goals of war and see what step we want to take. If there is a possibility of reconciliation, it cannot be ruled out to reach a peace agreement with us. First, deal with the islanders; second, it is necessary to delay time. Their army has just been mobilized and expanded, and they urgently need time to complete the preparations for the war. And they also have many problems in their country, and it is very likely that they also want to free up their hands to deal with some internal problems first, and then focus on the war."

Witt said here, paused, his expression became more and more serious: "The third is to confuse us and make our Majesty and Generals look down on them. This was used by the islanders ten years ago."

Ramsdorf was shocked and said in disbelief: "But they are like this... Since they are going to delay time to mediate and prepare for war, why should they show weakness? Are they not afraid that if this happens, our army will directly attack us?"

Earl Witt shook his head: "No, my Count, I have asked him about the advice of Lord Nikolaevich before. In this season, our biggest enemy is not the Chinese, but the severe cold weather, the snowstorm in Siberia. If your Majesty and the Generals really start the war, then the Chinese conspiracy will succeed. No need to fight, as long as they retreat, our heroic soldiers will die of starvation during the march."

Ramsdorf nodded involuntarily: "Sergei Yulievich, you are right. This is Marshal Kutuzov's strategy to deal with Napoleon... The Chinese want to use it on Russia, that's a dream."

Witt smiled bitterly: "Earl, but this is exactly what I worry about the most."

Ramsdorf looked at Vette in confusion.

"Our Admiral, the future Duke of the Far East Governor Alekseyev, has long been eager to go to the Far East to take office." Earl Witt sighed, "This idiot has been lobbying His Majesty to start a war earlier and seize the Far East Governor who is still in the planned Far East Governor. There is also the ambitious Lieutenant General Rogerstwinsky. For him, a snowstorm is a problem for the army. What he now wants is to use the overwhelming advantage of the twenty-two battleships of the Russian-Japanese Combined Fleet to eliminate their small navy and become Nelson of the Russian Navy before the new Chinese ships were officially incorporated into the fleet."

Thinking of the Tsar Majesty who was soft-hearted, Earl Ramsdorf felt heavy.

"Our real enemy is not the Chinese." Witt breathed a long sigh, "It is those selfish and stupid scum. If they are allowed to succeed, Russia will be over."

Earl Ramsdorf said softly: "Your Excellency, since Grand Duke Nikolaevich has taken office as commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front, General Makarov has also been ordered to command the Pacific Fleet with full authority. The strength of our army's land and sea routes has completely overwhelmed the Chinese. Even if these slanders do some tricks, they cannot shake the overall situation, right?"

Witt stared at the veteran diplomat, looking a little sad.

"No, my Count. Russia is not as powerful as it appears; China is not as weak as it appears." Witt said quietly, "Your Majesty once told me that this battle is just an afternoon tea for Russia. My Count is what I worry about the most. That... Queen, Virgin, forgive me, this sinner... It is obvious that it was the Germans who misled His Majesty behind and pushed Russia into dangerous gambling. And those damn clowns also regarded this as a good opportunity to speculate and get ahead."

"Sergei, since that's the case, how about we really discuss peace with the Chinese?" Ramsdorf's face also became a little heavier. "Since everyone has difficulties and is not sure of winning, why can't we sit down and have a good talk?"

"You don't know the Chinese emperor." Witt smiled bitterly, "For the time being, the initiative is with us. But the speed of the development of the Eastern Empire is terrible. Their railway has been built to the frontier, and they are frantically building logistics systems, stocking up supplies, expanding the army, and the giant ships on the ships, and our finances can no longer bear it!"

"Your Excellency the Grand Duke has calculated that next April will be the peak of our combat power, but if it takes another year or two," Witt's expression became more and more serious, "I'm afraid it's our turn to take the initiative to make peace!"

"Earl, you probably heard from the people of the embassy that the young people in that country hate Russia now." Witt stared at Ramsdorf, "You know, how much land we have occupied from that eldest country! Now that country has awakened and is arming themselves with all their might. Everyone can see clearly what their purpose is! For Russia, the land in the Far East is too far away, just like a young man full of hatred and fully armed standing at the door of your backyard, ready to rush in to occupy the nest at any time. Russia has no choice but to defeat the other side before he is fully prepared."

"If Russia cannot unite the whole country, adopt wise and effective leadership, and mobilize the strength of the whole country," Witt sighed deeply, "that is not only China but also...our mother Russia."

Earl Ramsdorf's face changed suddenly.

"Then...Sergei, since that's the case, we refuse the peace between the Chinese?"

"No, my count," Witt was silent for a while, took a deep breath, his body straightened, and his expression became firm and confident again. "We must cooperate with the performance of these yellow monkeys to make them convinced that Russia has been trapped. I will visit Grand Duke Nikolayevich tomorrow. Before he sets off, I will meet with His Majesty the Tsar, and must stop the foolish behavior of those idiots. For us, time is also a friend. This peace is the wish of the Chinese and what we need. In the name of Russia, I beg you, my dear count, to cooperate with these Oriental tricks."
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