Chapter 243 Bad News

On the day of August 20, Chen Jiaju did not go out anywhere. He personally sat in the courtyard of the Intelligence Office of Zhongyitang.

Although Zhang Haogu and others didn't understand that their boss was so arrogant, they all knew that they didn't bother. They muttered in private that something big was going to happen to the director.

Of course, Chen Jiaju absolutely abides by his own regulations and does not interfere with the work of the telecommunications room. He sits alone in Zhang Haogu's office with a solemn face. Only the cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray on the desk can prove how uneasy his heart is at this moment.

"Di, Didi, Didi..." The long-silent radio station sent out a rapid reception signal. Chen Jiaju's heart tightened. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already noon. Is everything developing like history? Chen Jiaju's face was full of solemn.

After a while, Zhang Haogu came in with a telegram paper in person. Although he was clear about the content of the telegram at a glance, he did not understand why it could attract so much attention from his director.

"Lao Zhang, is there something wrong with Mr. Liao?" Chen Jiaju asked calmly.

Zhang Haogu was stunned. Is the director really a god in the world? Can you know the world without going out?

"Yes, director, an emergency telegram from Guangzhou. Mr. Liao was assassinated this morning and died!" Zhang Haogu gently put the telegram paper in his hand in front of Chen Jiaju. For this young leader who is increasingly majestic and very divine today, he feels more and more in awe.

Chen Jiaju stood up and did not look at the tissue paper on the table. He went straight to the courtyard and stood under a big tree in silence for a long time. Zhang Haogu could feel the sadness and indignation in his director's heart, and quietly walked away, leaving Chen Jiaju alone there in silence and mourning.

The sky gradually darkened, and the gentle breeze slowly began to get bigger. With a crash, there was a downpour over Kuching. The big raindrops hit Chen Jiaju's head, which made him react in a trance, but Chen Jiaju still had no idea of avoiding the rain at all. He was still immersed in the short and fulfilling days with Liao Zhongkai.

Chen Jiaju's mood is extremely complicated at this moment. He is even regretting that he knows the danger encountered by Liao Guild, so why does he let it be so? Although people have been arranged to protect Liao Gong, think carefully about whether you are really lucky. No, it should be said that you still feel awe of the so-called wheel of history.

Chen Jiaju began to be confused. What did he think at that time? Is there still something in his heart that is so messy that he can't speak to people? For example, he is really afraid that if history changes, will he lose the so-called "prophet"?

The rain is getting worse and worse, and Chen Jiaju's figure has been submerged in the white rain curtain. Zhang Haogu finally couldn't help holding an umbrella and comforted him, "Director, don't do this. Mr. Liao's death is really sad. But we can't be discouraged by this. I believe that Mr. Liao's words are spiritual and I don't want to see the director's frustration like this.

Chen Jiaju looked up at Zhang Haogu, who was full of concern, touched the rain on his face, and smiled, "It's okay. I'm just a little sad. I'm going back to the house."

After entering the room, Zhang Haogu was busy, taking water and pouring tea, for fear that Chen Jiaju would be attacked by the wet cold in a trance. Chen Jiaju also cooperated, taking off all his wet clothes, changing into clean clothes, drinking two cups of steaming tea, and sitting on the chair.

"Director, do you seem to have a hunch about Mr. Liao's death?" Zhang Haogu couldn't help asking loudly.

Chen Jiaju said "Uh-huh" and said with blurred eyes: "Since the death of Sun Yat-sen, the situation in Guangzhou has been in turmoil, and there are many factions within the Kuomintang, fighting for the right to speak within the party. Mr. Liao firmly supports the implementation of Mr. Zhongshan's policy of the United Russia and the Communist Party, which has led to his increasing isolation within the Kuomintang, although those who oppose him may not be his enemies.

"Isn't the Kuomintang an old party? How can such a situation happen?" Zhang Haogu is confused.

After sipping two sips of strong tea, Chen Jiaju smiled contemptuously and said, "The predecessor of the Kuomintang is the Alliance Association, and the name of the Alliance Association itself can be seen that they developed on the basis of the alliance, which determines that their internal lines were inconsistent at the beginning of the founding of the Party, and disputes are inevitable. And this has been fully proved in the history of the alliance. Isn't the alliance a few splits?

Zhang Haogu, who was thoughtful, sighed, "This matter is done. If there is no unified development direction, isn't it the opposite!"

"To be precise, it is not that there is no unified development direction, but that there is no unified development route. This is like climbing a dangerous peak. Some people choose to go up the mountain from the main road, because it seems to be fast and convenient, but there are already people on the road to block the road to charge fees; some people will choose to climb from the path, and there is no one to stop, and it seems to be able to enjoy the wireless scenery; some people will simply change the mountain halfway, so this is Various problems continue to arise in the development process of the Alliance, including the current Kuomintang.

"You can't do that to yourself because of different routes. It seems too much!" Zhang Haogu punched the table. Obviously, he was very indignant for the disputes that appeared within the Kuomintang.

Chen Jiaju said lightly, "It's too early to conclude that they did it, but it is true that these people are the most suspected, but other reasons cannot be ruled out. After all, as the leader of the left wing of the Kuomintang, Mr. Liao must have done a lot of work in the provincial and Hong Kong strike in full swing. It's hard to say whether he offended the British.

With a pat on the forehead, Zhang Haogu lamented, "It's so complicated. So there are some articles behind Mr. Liao's assassination?"

With a long sigh, Chen Jiaju said quietly, "After Mr. Liao's assassination, the factional forces within the Kuomintang party will be unbalanced, and the Kuomintang, which has been a mess of internal relations, will become more and more chaotic."

"It's just, director, I don't want to say anything. The current situation in China has always been complicated, and it's so far from our Nanyang. Don't we think too much? Our development in Nanyang still has a long way to go. No matter what they do!" Looking at the director who locked between his eyebrows, Zhang Haogu enlightened.

"I absolutely don't want our Zhongyitang to follow the old path of the Kuomintang in the future, so the goal I set for everyone at the beginning was to let our Chinese rise in Nanyang. As for how to rise, we must unify our thoughts and then act. There must be no nationals. An internal tragedy like the Party. Chen Jiaju looked at the rain that was getting smaller and smaller in the courtyard and said word by word.

That kind of resolute firmness made Zhang Hao Gulian nod repeatedly. Yes, the brother is of the same heart to break the gold!