"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! The famous Langezhi Tuoqing Company boss Mai Bian kidnapped his ancestors, and his life and death are unknown at present..."

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! According to the confession of the Mai driver, the kidnappers may be the revolutionary party..."

As newspaper boys traveled around the streets, the tender hawking sounds resounded throughout the beach. The news of the kidnap of Mai Bian quickly spread across the Huangpu River through newsprint, causing a thousand waves. In Shanghai, which has always been at the forefront of public opinion, this news undoubtedly brought great lethality and speculation.

The newspapers that were originally sold out for 2 hours were unexpectedly sold out in just over half an hour today. Many people in Shanghai were involved in rubber stock speculation. How could they not pay attention to such a major event?

After the news spread, Langezhi's stock price ranked first with a 12% drop as soon as it opened, and there were many orders that were scary. The exchange was crowded with people, and many speculators looked astonishing, anxious, anxious, and even panic. They were clearly written on their faces, and the changes were all visible.

In the streets and alleys, there are rumors about this matter gradually spread.

"Ala heard that the Mai Bian was kidnapped by the revolutionary party because of uneven distribution of spoils..."

"Ma San, how do you know?"

"Ala's brother-in-law's cousin's cousin is in the police room, and I speak it out one by one."

"I've done this, but the newspapers don't know how to talk about it."

"Believe it or not, anyway, Allah only knows that the British man told the Revolutionary Party that he would sell half of the money for stocks. Now that he has too many money, he turns his back and refuses to admit it, the Revolutionary Party comes to his door..."

In the police room, the inspector general's face turned pale and roared like a cannon toward the poor Liu Ningyang.

"How did Mr. Mai Bian disappear?"

"Sir, sir, sir." After Liu Ningyang ran to the police station to report the case, he had not rested for a minute. He had been questioned for several hours. He had already spoken with his tongue. Now he was messed up with his name, and he had everything. "Last night, the boss came back from Bai Xiangdu. I drove the car for him. As a result, he suddenly came to the sun in Jiyuan Lane and a midnight snack stall came out..."

He talked about the whole thing again and again without getting tired of it, and he could no longer remember whether it was the 7th or 8th time.

"What did the kidnappers say?"

"They said that the boss lied to them, and they came to ask the boss for money." He said the following passage again, and tossed and turned over these sentences, making his throat smoke like smoke.

"How many gangsters are there?"

"At the beginning, 3, no, no, 4! Later, I couldn't see clearly, maybe it was all."

"How many?" the inspector general asked sternly.

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After the "Revolutionary Party" left, Liu Ningyang, who was tied to the pond, became more and more wrong. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the old man was also a revolutionary party, because there were very few residents in that alley, most of them were warehouses or factories, and there were no small stalls. During these days, he passed this road every day, and there was no night snack stall at night. Last night, one appeared from somewhere, and he also knocked down the cart to stop the car. What's wrong? Besides, the revolutionary party did not make any trouble for the old man at all. According to common sense, this old man also had problems!

"What were you doing when the kidnapper succeeded?"

"drive!"

"Driving? Why don't you drive the car to the police room?"

Do I dare? Liu Ningyang rolled his eyes, and the kidnappers pointed at the gun, but he was still a little clever and refused: "They used guns to force the boss, I'm afraid they will hurt the boss, so naturally..."

"Did you see a police officer on duty on the road?"

“There is land.”

"Why not report the case?"

"I'll report!" Liu Ningyang said that the incident of honking the horn was strong, and the inspector questioned it. It was indeed true, but India's San said: "The car was driving very fast at that time. I thought it was a reminder to give way. Do you know that this happened?..."

"Go down!" The inspector waved his hand impatiently, he was already very worried.

During the interrogation, the Chinese inquirer ran in and whispered a few words in dejectedly: "Sir, I have checked the local gangsters, and no one admits it has anything to do with them."

The inspector was full of headaches and continued to question: "Is the kidnapper a local?"

"No!" Liu Ningyang remembered that the kidnappers were not flirting with local dialect or Subei accents. In Shanghai, in addition to speaking Shanghai dialect, Subei accents had the most people, and they immediately made these two big ones.

Excluded.

"You go down and check, who else saw that night snack stall last night?" After explaining to the Chinese Inspector, he asked again, "Why did you come back? Who did you see again?"

"As soon as I came back, I went to the police station to report the case, and no one said anything..."

"Mr. Mai Bian was kidnapped, and the kidnappers will let you back. They are not afraid of leaking the news."

What does this mean? Liu Ningyang's forehead was sweating coldly. Do you have to kill someone to silence the hearts of you foreigners? He had long cursed the police room in his heart, but he said, "They said they had no grudges with me in the past and no grudges recently, so...so..."

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"Is that true?" the other party sneered, "Why do I think you are suspected of having an affair with the kidnappers? You are officially arrested now."

"I...I..." The driver was shocked. He couldn't tell the difference. He regretted him, what should I do? It would be better to run away. But no one in the world sells regret medicine.

According to the situation and the summary of various information, the police station carried the driver to the pond last night and organized a group of people to pump water desperately. After the water level gradually dropped, he lay in the mud, and the outline of the car that had been turned upside down gradually appeared. The inspector was frightened. It was difficult to solve the case...

In a remote place, the wheat edge was tied to a chair, his hair was messy, and there were obvious traces of torn on his clothes. The precious handmade leather shoes on his feet were covered with soil, which looked dirty and terrible. How could there be any of the style and demeanor of a big boss? However, the traces of resistance were more obvious.

"Mr. Mai Bian, it's honor to see you." Just as he was thinking hard about how to get out, another person walked into the room. From the outside, it was obviously different from the roughness and irritation of the other kidnappers, but rather a majestic and gentle look. What's even more amazing is that the sentence that came out just now was actually a bunch of English. Although the tone was a bit confusing, it was much better than Yangjing English, which was popular in Shanghai.

"Woo woo..." Mai Bian struggled to reply.

"Let him go."

With a "swoosh", the ball of rag was loosened.

Mai Bian breathed fresh air greedily, then roared excitedly: "Who are you? Why do you arrest me? Do you know what you are doing? You dare to kidnap citizens of the British Empire, and you are not afraid that your court will bring you..."

"Stop, stop, don't use any court to scare us. Is the concession a place controlled by the Qing court?"

This is the truth. According to the requirements of extraterritorial legal power, Chinese officials have no jurisdiction over cases involving foreigners in the concession. If the case only involves Chinese but occurs within the concession, Chinese officials can only exercise judicial power through the trial party.

"Then the Ministry of Works and the Police Station will not let you go!"

The man smiled contemptuously: "I know, but do you think that those idiots in the police room can catch us?"

"Are you revolutionary?"

The other party did not answer positively, just said: "I heard that you made a lot of money by selling rubber stocks?"

"How much do you want? Let me tell you a lot. I can send it here, but the premise is that I will definitely ensure my safety."

"10 million yuan."

"Crazy people, you group of lunatics!" Mai Bian cursed angrily, "Is 100,000 yuan still not bad?

"Are you only worth 100,000 yuan? Mr. Maibian, won't you tell me that the more than 10 million you really use for rubber plantation development?

“So what?”

"You can only deceive those idiots in this kind of news. It's too far away to deceive us." The person who came laughed. "The so-called Nanyang Rubber Garden of Langezhi Company produces less than 200,000 yuan a year, but you have raised more than 900 yuan in equity, as well as the recent Australian rubber stock... Haha, you probably know better than me, whether anyone is opening a rubber plantation in that place..."

Mai Bian was sweating coldly - who was the other party? How could he know clearly? But the other party seemed to be in a hurry to get things done, so he left after a few questions.

Although the police station and the Ministry of Industry tried hard to block the news, a thunderous news began to spread in Shanghai. Langezhi Company raised stocks to develop rubber plantations as fake, and raising funds for the riots for the Revolutionary Party is true.
Chapter completed!