C8 Difficult Friends in Prison

Hua Bicheng was lying on his bunk in the cell, trying to think of a way to escape. Suddenly, he heard a deep yet passionate and determined voice coming from the cell next door:

"Get up! Hungry slaves.

Get up! The suffering of the world.

His blood was boiling.

Fight for the truth.

that the old world was going to let go,

Get up, slaves! Get up!

Don't say we have nothing,

We want to be the masters of the world!

"…"

Hua Bicheng was interrupted by the sound of a prison guard in a black uniform opening the cell door. The guard came in with a wooden plate, two dishes, a pot of white wine, and a roasted chicken. Hua Bi Cheng took the plate and immediately started to wolf it down. The guard stood at the side, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Hua Bicheng tore off one of the roasted chicken's legs and gnawed on it as he asked, "Brother, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something troubling you?"

The prison guard quickly followed up with Hua Bi Cheng's words: "Did Mr. Hua see through it? The little one was just an errand boy, and for some reason, the people who came in and out of the restaurant had a strict investigation. The little one spent a total of five dollars to bring in the dishes and wine. "These bastards' hearts were really blinded by the lard. They even dared to extort money from Mr. Hua. The higher-ups had already sent a message to say that your father is the elder of the Party and cannot be wronged while in prison."

I don't know much about the price of Hong Kong, but I do know the purchasing power of the silver dollar. It's hard currency!" Back in the previous world, when he was still a university student, he had been told more than once by his teacher how the position of a teacher was high and how the salary of a professor was good. The monthly salary of a professor was three to four hundred silver taels and a silver coin was enough for a university student to spend for a month without saving anything. This kind of food and wine can be used for five oceanic dollars? "" No, no! Hua Bicheng knew that the guards were trying to extort him.

Hua Bicheng understood that although a small guard would not be able to solve any real problems for him, it would be easy for him to find some opportunities to make things difficult for him. Besides, he had something he needed this guard to do for him.

Hua Bicheng deliberately fished out a pile of thirty silver coins from his pocket and placed it on a plate. Then, he casually picked up five silver coins and handed them over to the prison guard who was serving the food and wine. The prison guard's eyes opened so wide that they were bigger than eggs. Other than the silver on the plate, he couldn't see anything.

Hua Bicheng smiled and courteously said to the prison guard, "Just take them and use them. If it's not convenient to use them in the future, just come and find me. In this prison cell, there's no use in sending me the ocean."

After the prison guard, Guo Jian, heard this, he sat opposite Hua Bicheng and asked to drink a few cups with him. As they chatted and laughed, their eyes could not leave the silver coin on the plate. After drinking a few cups of wine, Hua Bicheng felt that the temperature was almost up, so he asked, "Brother, have you been a bit short on money recently?"

The prison guard, Guo Jian's face reddened. He thought that Hua Bicheng had seen through his scheme. Thinking about the relationship between Hua Bicheng and the prison guard, he was a little scared. The wrist holding the wine cup trembled a little.

Seeing this, Hua Bicheng laughed out loud, then pushed the silver yuan in the plate in front of Guo Jian, "Brother, there's no need to be courteous, take this first, it's not enough."

Guo Jian didn't expect Hua Bicheng to be so generous. Looking at the pile of silver coins in front of him, he quickly said, "How can I use this!" However, his hand was on Yuan Datong's head and refused to let go. After saying a few fake words of rejection, Guo Jian quickly put away the silver coin in front of him, while also looking outside to see if anyone had noticed. Putting the money in his pocket, Guo Jian felt that he should help Hua Bicheng with some things. Thus, he asked Hua Bicheng if there was anything he wanted, even a woman could be brought in.

Hua Bicheng quickly waved his hand, "Keep this for yourself. I just want to ask you one thing. Who is the person who is locked next door to me?"

The person next door was still singing. Guo Jian thought that Hua Bi Cheng was worried that the person's singing would disturb his rest, so he walked to the door of the cell and looked around. Then, he quickly went to Hua Bi Cheng's ear and whispered: "Mr. Hua, that person is a political prisoner. It's going to be shot tomorrow. "If he interrupts Mr. Hua, I'll go and shut him up."

After crossing over to another world, he had just been worrying about whether he could connect with the organization, and now, he had just dozed off when he came back to his pillow. Unfortunately, this person was going to die tomorrow, so his heart felt heavy. Hua Bi Cheng whispered something in Guo Jian's ear

"What?" Guo Jian looked troubled, Hua Bicheng wanted him to go out and prepare a proper banquet, that was nothing. And ask the political prisoner to come over. He's going to see him off. One had to know that even if a thief escaped from prison, the bandits wouldn't be a big deal. At most, they would be expelled. But if something went wrong with this political prisoner, his head wouldn't be saved.

Hua Bicheng saw that Guo Jian was still hesitating and purposely said that if he couldn't do it, then he wouldn't make things difficult for him.

Guo Jian touched the silver coin in his pocket. It was a whole 30 yuan! It was enough to feed the sea and the mountains for a long time. When he thought about how Hua Bicheng wasn't an ordinary criminal, he could only blame it on Hua Bicheng. People die for money, birds die for food. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, agreeing.

Hua Bicheng expressed his gratitude later. Tonight, he would go next door and return to his cell after that person had finished his journey. Hearing this, Guo Jian felt that Hua Bicheng had no bad motives, and even thought so much for him. There definitely wouldn't be any problems with this, so after leaving Hua Bicheng's cell, he asked his superior to change into the night shift.

Deep in the night, He Jiang, who was covered in blood, lay down to think. If his comrades failed to rescue them tomorrow, they would be on the execution ground tomorrow. He was not afraid of the end of his life. It was an unworthy honor to sacrifice your life for your faith. However, she felt somewhat reluctant, because she could no longer see her loved ones, nor her comrades who had fought side by side … The sound of the cell door opening interrupted He Jiang's train of thoughts.

At this moment, a man dressed in prison uniform like himself came in and cupped his hands towards him, "Sir He, I am Hua Bicheng and admire your character. I will prepare some wine tonight to see you off." After Hua Bicheng finished speaking, a prison guard behind him came in with a tray full of food and wine.

"Another persuasion!" He Jiang thought disdainfully. Without saying a word, he turned around and left Hua Bicheng with only a backup.

"I said don't fail to appreciate my kindness. Do you know how much Mr. Hua spent on this decapitated meal for you?" Guo Jian, who was standing beside him, felt that this person was unreasonable, so he didn't hit him.

"Alright, you go out. I want to talk to Mr. He alone. " Hua Bicheng said to Guo Jian.

Guo Jian said, "Mr. Hua, make the long story short. Don't make things difficult for this little one."

"Give me an hour." There was no intention to negotiate in Hua Bicheng's tone. Guo Jian could only shake his head and leave.

Hua Bicheng sat on the ground and poured two cups of wine, "Mr. He is not even afraid of death, how can he be afraid of eating a meal with me? Are you afraid that I'll poison you? "

"It's better to die from poison!" to save you bullets to kill your compatriots. " He Jiang stood up and sat opposite Hua Bicheng. Even if he died, he wanted to be a dead rascal.

"What do you mean by ours? Didn't you see that I was a prisoner like Mr. He? When I heard your singing during the day, I asked the prison guard and found out that you were from there. " "As for the massacre of my compatriots, I've never done it. I just got down from the battlefield in Wansong and Shanghai."

"Then you must be a deserter if you're locked up. Cough … Cough … "Serves you right!" He Jiang choked on his food. It had obviously been a long time since he had a full meal and he was in a hurry to finish it.

Hua Bicheng felt wronged and explained the reason behind his imprisonment to He Jiang.

"So you're still a hero against Japan?" After He Jiang heard this, his attitude towards Hua Bicheng changed.

"What hero or not, killing the enemy to return the country is the duty of a soldier." Hua Bicheng said seriously, "Now that the Chinese are occupying the three eastern provinces, they are now eyeing North China and Shanghai with hostility. I wonder what Mr. He thinks of this."

"The overthrow of the reactionary regime, the establishment of a democratic government, and the launching of a national civil war of resistance!" He Jiang answered without thinking.

"By the time you overthrow the reactionary regime, the whole of China will probably be under the banner of ointment." However, sooner or later, he would fall over to the other side, so he politely said: "I thought the country was in a difficult place, that every day would destroy our nation and China. We should all go together to establish a united front against Japan. As for the other matters, it would not be too late to wait until the invaders were chased away. I believe that with the wisdom and magnanimity of your party's commander, you will accept these claims. "

"Anti-Japanese National United Front?" A huge question mark suddenly appeared in He Jiang's heart.

"It means unifying all the forces in the country that are willing to resist Japan and fight against foreign invaders." It occurred to Hua Bicheng that this might not be the case yet.

"Even if our Party can ignore the past, your Commissioner will shout all day, 'When there is no one else, we shall settle for the inside!'" "How do you plan to build this united front after continuously annihilating our region?" He Jiang said in annoyance.

"This is an opportunity." "I estimate that it will take at most five years to achieve a second cooperation with the Chinese Communist Party," Hua said.

"I hope so." He Jianghua and Bi Cheng clinked their glasses. He now knew that the political position of this National Army Lieutenant Colonel in front of him was a little too far off. He was also a patriotic soldier, so he might as well try to rope him in.

They talked about the development of Marxist theory and how it came to fruition in the Soviet Union. They talked about the October Revolution in the Paris Commune and the new Soviet economic policy in Russia, and finally Hua Bicheng said that in China, Marxism had to be integrated with Chinese conditions and couldn't be followed in the Soviet Union. He couldn't help but wonder if the boy had studied in the Soviet Union, and if he hadn't known him for too little time, he would have liked to reveal his plan of escape to him and send him to the Soviet region. Only a handful of cadres in the party have such a theoretical level.

Soon, an hour had passed. When they said their goodbyes, He Jiang's eyes were already brimming with tears. Looking at Hua Bicheng's leaving figure, He Jiang made up his mind that if he succeeded in breaking out of jail tomorrow, he would definitely help this lieutenant colonel get out of jail.