The war of public opinion is a sharp double-edged sword. Sometimes it can hurt others, and sometimes it can hurt yourself. Xiao Letian gave himself a blow in order to discredit the French government, but now he turned the Chevalier Molière into a psychological warfare weapon to attack his lair.
In order to win the hearts of the European people, Xiao Letian had good intentions and was willing to spend a lot of money. On the way to escape from France, he endured severe pain and received a bayonet from Long Ye, and asked freelance writer Leo to record it with his camera. Come down.
This is the top trick in the public opinion war. Xiao Letian is indeed cruel. This kind of self-mutilation drama can confuse ordinary people. It is this stroke of genius that makes all subsequent French defenses pale and feeble.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Easterners are greedy for life and afraid of death. What's more, Xiao Letian is also the prime minister of the Ryukyu Kingdom and the master of Western learning in the Qing Dynasty. With such a noble status, he will definitely cherish feathers more. How could he kill himself?
Not only did the Europeans believe Xiao Letian's plan, but many senior officials in the French government also fell into it. Sharif and the others even launched a top-secret investigation to find out who was the French soldier who was so courageous. How dare you stab a politician in the heart.
Of course, such an investigation is fruitless. The French side can only hold their noses and swallow this bitter drink. Even their own people do not believe the pale explanation.
But he never expected that Xiao Letian's trick to attack France would now become Molière's desperate plan. Before the task force set sail, he had already used maritime merchants to kill those people. Exaggerated photos were sent.
"Xiao Letian, guess what kind of changes will happen to the political arena in East Asia after receiving such news? You are a politician who can control all forces while you are alive, but who will be afraid of you with a corpse? ?”
"It is impossible for you to rise without the company of enemies. When the news of your death spreads to Asia, the wolves will madly bite all the wealth and resources you left behind. Those who have been wronged will be retaliated with vengeance. You Don’t Asians like to fight among themselves the most? I believe that without us taking action, they will have torn apart everything you left in Asia..."
Moliere sorted out his plan again and again. The more he analyzed it, the more he felt that the plan was flawless. "Xiao Letian, it doesn't matter whether you are really dead or fake. Sometimes all your enemies need is an excuse to start a war." That’s all... Oh, wait, let me deduce it again, I seem to have missed a key relief..."
The nagging Molière hid in his cabin, not even eating dinner but just looking at the map and continuing to burn brain cells.
"As for the United States, I believe that the correct information that Xiao Letian has passed to the country should already be in the Pacific Ocean. This period of time is enough for them to send the information to the United States. At this time, the domestic telegraph lines in the United States have been connected into a grid. …”
"The information communication between the east coast and the west coast of the United States has become extremely fast. Now a certain ship in the Pacific must be sailing to Asia with correct information. If it is a clipper ship, it will be troublesome, and it is very likely to beat us. Arriving in Naha before..."
Thinking of this, Molière shouted, "Stop all attacks on pirates. The fleet is speeding up and advancing day and night. We must rush to Ryukyu before the Americans. We must not allow these Chinese to have time to integrate their military morale. We must To catch them off guard!"
Under Molière's strict order, the fleet stopped all attack and training missions, entered the South China Sea with full sail, and headed north at full speed.
Molière's guess was correct. There is now a clipper ship sailing in the Pacific with full sail. It was the American merchant ship Endeavour, which was the first to fire cannons to support Xiao Letian during the bloody battle of Naha. Old Captain Daniel is now full of anxiety. Looking at the stars in the sky.
"Hurry up, hurry up, we must reach Naha before the French. Time is running out! God, please bless those brave young people!"
How could old Daniel not be anxious? Naha Port has now become an important distribution center for American businessmen in Asia. The largest number of American businessmen in the rebuilt port are American businessmen. Coupled with the large orders issued by Tanggu Industrial Zone, Xiao Letian is now interested in the United States. The importance is self-evident.
What's more, the American church is working hard to promote Xiao Letian, almost portraying him as the most enlightened gentleman in the East, and he is the hope of Asia's future. Therefore, among American people, Xiao Letian has become the most famous Chinese. They may not know who the emperor is, but they will definitely not know who Xiao Letian is.
"Xiao Letian, my old friend, you are so irrational. Why do you want to offend France? You know, France's strength cannot even compete with the United States head-on. Why are you bothering!"
Old Daniel had no idea about the French envoy's vicious plan. If he knew that rumors were flying in Ryukyu and Tanggu, he would probably faint from anger on the spot.
Yes, with the help of the French, false information that Xiao Letian was dead has begun to spread on a large scale, and newspapers printing Xiao Letian's serious injury have been circulated among high-level officials.
In Tanggu Port, the gate of Xiao Letian's newly built mansion is in the southeast corner of the industrial zone. There are no lazy concierges in front of the black-painted wooden door, but only heroic New Army sentries, as motionless as stone sculptures and as quiet as clay sculptures.
After a while, a team of fast horses came running at full speed. On the horseback, Mr. Qing's face was covered with sweat. If you look carefully, his eye sockets were swollen.
"Salute!" Of course the sentry knew the mistress's brother Qing Sanye, so he opened the front door without any hesitation.
"Where is my sister? Where is she?" Mr. Qing shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door, and then ran straight to the back garden. The newly built Xiao family mansion was more than twice the size of the one that was destroyed by fire. It took ten minutes to run from the front entrance to the back garden.
When the third master stepped into the back garden, the scene inside almost scared him to death. It turned out that in the small Buddhist hall in the garden, all the women in the inner house were kneeling on the ground, and there was intermittent chanting among the sobbing sounds. .
"Namo, Heluo Da Na, Duo La Yeye, Na Wu, Ah Si Ye, Po Lu Jie Di, Shuo Bola Ye, Bodhisattva Tum Po Ye... wu wu wu..." bursts of great compassion mantra sounds. , there are always people who cannot bear the suppressed emotions and burst into tears.
Xiren, Qingwen, Zicuckoo, Amber... all the beauties in the Grand View Garden knelt on the ground and murmured to themselves facing the Buddhist hall. The small Buddhist hall simply couldn't accommodate so many women, and many of them knelt directly in the courtyard.
Master Qing understood as soon as he saw this posture that his sister must have known these rumors. "Sister! Sister, are you in there?" Master Qing strode into the Buddhist hall. Sure enough, Fu Hui was kneeling in front of the Bodhisattva statue, pious. chanting sutras and praying.
"Sister, now is not the time to chant sutras. We must be strong... Ermao has secretly sent a secret message. Now the Queen Mother and Prince Gong have set their sights on us. They are probably going to swallow up our Lotte and Yangxing... …”
Fu Hui's face was now filled with tears. She shook her head numbly and ignored her brother at all. She just chanted sutras and prayed devoutly. Fu Qing finally grabbed his sister's shoulders and pulled her over. He looked into her eyes and shouted.
"Calm down, my good eldest sister. Now Xiao Letian's life and death are unknown. God knows whether those rumors are true or false? We can't scare ourselves. If the sky falls, we have to bear it..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Fu Hui burst into tears all of a sudden, "I know, I know everything you said, but I'm afraid, I just can't get over this hurdle in my heart..."
Fuhui suddenly turned around and threw herself in front of the Bodhisattva statue, crying: "I am Sangmenxing, I killed him! I shouldn't have pestered him, I hate myself so much...if he is no longer here , I don’t want to live anymore!”
This sentence made all the women around him burst into tears. Xiao Letian was a rare good man in the Qing Dynasty. He respected everyone from the bottom of his heart and never lost his temper. Being able to come in is already a blessing for three lives.
Mr. Qing's eyes were also moist. He knew in his heart that his sister was a strong woman. He had never seen her lose her composure since she was a child. No matter how many difficulties she encountered, she always fought through them with a smile.
But Fuhui's marriage is really unfortunate. Three failed marriages have given her the nickname "The Lost Star". The pressure she has endured in her heart is unimaginable. Today, when Xiao Letian's "bad news" came, , instead of trying to figure out the authenticity, this woman immediately opened old scars.
The psychological pressure accumulated over more than ten years broke through the dam like a barrier lake, and the poor woman completely collapsed. For a moment, every little bit of Xiao Letian's kindness to her, and even his gentle tricks in bed suddenly came to mind.
This is a good man who will never be seen again in the world. If Xiao Letian is really killed, what is the meaning of his own life? Rather than living like a walking zombie, it is better to leave this world with him.
"Don't stop me, let me go, let me go with him..." Crazy Fu Hui suddenly rummaged through the cabinet, and a pair of scissors wrapped with red silk thread appeared in her hand.
"Sister, you are crazy... Madam doesn't want it..." A group of people all rushed up, hugging the waist, pulling the legs. Finally, Mr. Qing grabbed the scissors and threw them into the flowers outside the door. Next up is a big mouth.
With a snap, Mr. Qing shouted with tears in his eyes, "Sister! Calm down and calm down. My brother-in-law's life and death are unknown now. Who says he will die? If in a few months, my brother-in-law comes back from Europe and sees you like this, he will Can you still live?"
"Sister, look into my eyes...yes, yes, you take a deep breath and calm down. We don't want to think about anything else right now. Just tell us who you believe. Let's go to Dongjiaomin Lane and ask the foreigners in person. The American minister has the best relationship with his brother-in-law. Okay, he probably won't lie to us, let's ask him..."
"Also, the vast sea is tens of thousands of miles away, and a voyage takes three or four months. God knows if this information is a misunderstanding? God knows if my brother-in-law has recovered from his injuries now? We must try our best to protect my brother-in-law. What a treasure!"
Maybe it was that slap that woke up Fu Hui, or maybe it was the brother's persuasion from behind that worked. Gradually, the blurred light in Fu Hui's eyes dissipated, replaced by the calm look before.
"Ah..." Fuhui took a few deep breaths and took two steps back and sat on the chair. "You're right, I'm very upset right now. Tell me what should we do now?"
"Sister, you must summon Wang Huaiyuan directly now. Now he is the most important person left by my brother-in-law... Maybe you don't believe it. I always have a strange feeling. This Wang Huaiyuan is very mysterious and may be responsible for some unseen things. You are the wife of the first wife, and only you have the right to order him now..."
"And old shopkeeper Fan Jian, didn't he go to Naha? Let him come back quickly. We, the remaining senior executives, must hold a meeting..."
"I'll listen to you. My sister will listen to you. I'll send someone to call Wang Huaiyuan right now. You go to the dock to arrange a boat to pick up the old shopkeeper. Let's split up..."
Qing Sanye left in a hurry. Fu Hui did not dare to neglect and quickly sent people to find Wang Huaiyuan. However, he never expected that an hour later, the sentry sent out came back dripping with sweat.
"Madam, Mr. Wang Huaiyuan left Tanggu the day before yesterday and seems to have gone to the capital..."
"It's broken!" Fu Hui stood up at that time. "Wang Huaiyuan is in danger. How can he go to the capital at this time? How dare he go to the capital!"
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