One Thousand and Fifty-Four, Young Commander, I Also Want to Rejuvenate the Northwest

There were a total of 67 passengers who were separated from the refugees. Ren Xiaosu did not pay attention to them, but continued to shake hands with each refugee with all his heart, and congratulated them on finding their new home and new life.

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

After all, it is tiring to think about shaking hands with tens of thousands of people.

In the end, 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?"

An official of the Zhou family whispered: "We are ordinary refugees, why did the young commander say such a thing?"

Ren Xiaosu was amused: "Look around you. I specifically instructed the soldiers of the Northwest Army to watch over you with armed guns and live ammunition. Do you think I will treat refugees like this if I have no sense in my heart?"

But even if Ren Xiaosu said so, Zhou's officials still refused to tell the truth: "Young Marshal, you misunderstood, we are really ordinary refugees."

"Speaking so hard, it looks like they are spies," Ren Xiaosu was stunned, and then said to the soldiers of the Northwest Army next to him, "Take them to the dungeon of the barracks, and interrogate them carefully. Tell Zhang Xiaoman that I will send them to you later. I'm going to continue to pull refugees in the Central Plains, don't kill them before I come back."

When Zhou's counselors heard this, they almost peed out of fright: "Young commander! Young commander! Let's say, I am the deputy director of Zhou's business department. I’m from the northwest, I heard that your side is rejuvenating the Northwest, I think I can make some contributions…”

Ren Xiaosu thought about it. In fact, no matter what this group of people said, they couldn't stay. It wasn't that Northwest was so xenophobic, but that Ren Xiaosu was worried that there were indeed spies mixed in here.

It's a trivial matter for Zhou's officials to escape here, but it would be disgusting if they sneaked in with spies.

These people must have some gold, silver and jewelry. If it was him, Ren Xiaosu would have cared about it, but the Northwest does not lack such things. The things brought by dozens of Zhou officials, compared with the wealth of the entire Northwest, even It's not a drop in the bucket.

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

Killed all? Ren Xiaosu was not so cruel yet.

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

After finishing speaking, he went aside to mutter with Da Huyou.

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

One person shook his head and said, "Impossible, we've all come here, and we still have so much money in hand, how could he put us back, it's nothing more than letting us bleed. We'll go out one by one later." If you bribe this so-called Northwest Young Marshal with money, I don't believe he won't be tempted."

"Extremely true," another Zhou official said, "Is there anyone in this world who doesn't love money?"

These Zhou officials are also very open-minded, and have been in the Zhou officialdom for many years. They are well versed in the hidden rules and are ready for bloodletting.

Ren Xiaosu came back after discussing with Da Huyou: "Sorry everyone, you are not welcome in the Northwest."

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

Ren Xiaosu shook his head: "It doesn't matter if you have money."

An official of the Zhou family was anxious: "Why do you decide our fate like this? I want to see Zhang Jinglin, and we demand corresponding political treatment! Apply for political asylum! You are not the master of the Northwest, you don't have the right!"

two hours later,

The steam train drove to the Central Plains again, and an official from the Zhou family sat on the car with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and dialed his satellite phone unrequitedly: "Hello, boss? I was joking with you before, hahahaha, I'm going back now I apologize to you..."

When the steam train arrived in the northwest, this time, many members of the Zhou family came out of the barrier to greet them, and took all the officials of the Zhou family away.

Before leaving, the Zhou's intelligence officer who was in charge of welcoming him said politely to Ren Xiaosu, "I'm sorry to trouble you!"

Ren Xiaosu thought for a while and said, "By the way, these people also brought some personal belongings. You know, our steam train takes a lot of gas..."

The corners of Zhou's intelligence officer's eyes twitched. You clearly have extraordinary abilities. What's the waste of energy? But he understood what Ren Xiaosu meant. conflict.

So Zhou's intelligence officer gritted his teeth and said: "Then their belongings will be handed over to you as the escort fee, you accept it."

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

The Zhou's intelligence officer shed tears of humiliation in his heart, and he suddenly felt as if he was giving up land and paying compensation, too aggrieved.

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

But I wanted to return to my heart, but I couldn't say that with my mouth.

Zhou's intelligence officer smiled and said, "Okay, arrange it right away..."

However, before he came out, Zhou Qingyang also explained other things to him. The intelligence officer said to Ren Xiaosu: "Young commander, you see that, although refugees were a big burden for Zhou before, we Relief refugees have also shipped a lot of food from the south. Now that the food has arrived, the refugees are about to be taken away by you. Isn’t this food wasted? You must know that we have spent a lot of manpower and material resources on collecting and transporting food. See, can you..."

Ren Xiaosu was moved when he heard this: "Then hurry up and load the food on the truck, we will take it to the northwest to feed the refugees, it is not a waste!"

Intelligence officer: "???"

Is that what you mean? The purpose of my saying this is not to want you to leave some refugees for our Zhou family?

Seeing that the intelligence officer didn't speak, Ren Xiaosu drew his black knife: "Did I get it wrong?"

"Hahahahahaha," the intelligence officer laughed, "I'll load the food for you!"

Ren Xiaosu nodded: "Well, the food can be tied in bags with hemp rope on the roof of the car, so that it doesn't take up space for the refugees to get on the car."

"What you said is really reasonable," the intelligence officer gritted his teeth. Now that the refugees have not been retained, and the food has been sold out, he reckons that after returning to Zhou's this time, his future will almost come to an end. The intelligence officer Looking at Ren Xiaosu, he said seriously: "Young commander, I also want to rejuvenate the Northwest...".

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