There were a total of 67 passengers who were separated from the refugees. Ren Xiaosu did not pay any attention to them. Instead, he continued to do his best to shake hands with each of the refugees and congratulated them on finding their new homes and new lives.
Wang Yuexi and the others were also at the side. They were sincerely impressed by how patient the Young Marshal was. A few days ago, they thought that the Young Marshal would only shake hands with each of the refugees out of enthusiasm at the beginning and that he might not do so in the next few batches.
After all, it was tiring to shake 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 your identities?"
One of the Zhou Clan officials whispered, "We're just ordinary refugees. Why would Young Marshal say that?"
Ren Xiaosu was amused. "Look around you. I specifically instructed the soldiers of the Northwest Army to keep an eye on you with live ammunition. Do you think I would treat refugees like this if I didn't know what was going on?"
But even though Ren Xiaosu said that, the officials of the Zhou Clan still refused to tell the truth. "Young Marshal, you've misunderstood. We're really just ordinary refugees."
"They're so stubborn. Looks like they're spies." Ren Xiaosu came to a realization. Then he said to the soldiers of the Northwest Army next to him, "Bring them to the military camp's dungeon and interrogate them properly. Tell Zhang Xiaoman that I'll be going to the Central Plains to recruit refugees later. Don't kill them before I come back."
When the cowards of the Zhou Clan heard this, they were so scared that they almost peed their pants. "Young Marshal! Young Marshal! We said that I'm the deputy director of the Zhou Clan's Department of Commerce. I couldn't stay in the Zhou Clan any longer, so I escaped to the Northwest. I heard that you're doing well in the Northwest, so I think I can make some contributions … "
Ren Xiaosu thought about it. Actually, no matter what this group of people said, they could not stay. It was not that the Northwest was so xenophobic, but Ren Xiaosu was worried that there were spies among them.
It was not a big deal for the Zhou Clan officials to escape here, but it would be very disgusting if spies sneaked in.
These people must have brought some gold, silver, and jewelry with them. If it were Ren Xiaosu, he would definitely care a lot about it, but the Northwest did not lack such things. Compared with the wealth of the entire Northwest, the things brought by dozens of Zhou Clan officials were not even a drop in the bucket.
However, if there was a spy hidden here, it would be extremely dangerous in the future.
Kill them all? Ren Xiaosu was not that cruel.
He said to the 67 people, "You guys wait here first."
After saying that, he went to the side with Big Bluff to whisper.
At this moment, the Zhou Clan officials whispered, "Will he send us back to the Zhou Clan? I scolded Zhou Qingyang over the phone earlier …"
One of them shook his head and said, "That's impossible. We're already here and have so much money in our hands, so how could he possibly let us go back? He'll just make us pay a little. In a while, we'll each fork out some money to bribe this so-called Young Marshal of the Northwest. I don't believe he won't be tempted. "
"That's right." Another Zhou Clan official said, "Is there anyone in this world who doesn't love money?"
These Zhou Clan officials were also very open-minded. Having been in the Zhou Clan's officialdom for many years, they were well aware of the unspoken rules and were already prepared to bleed.
After Ren Xiaosu and Big Bluff finished discussing, they returned. "Everyone, I'm sorry, but you're not welcome in the Northwest."
A Zhou Clan official was dumbfounded. "We have the money."
Ren Xiaosu shook his head. "Not even if we have the money."
A Zhou Clan official said anxiously, "What right do you have to decide our fate like that? I want to see Zhang Jinglin. We're asking for the corresponding political treatment! We're asking for political asylum! You're not the master of the Northwest yet, so you don't have the authority to do so! "
Two hours later, the steam locomotive set off for the Central Plains again. A Zhou Clan official sat on the train with a bruised and swollen face. He dialed his satellite phone helplessly. "Hello, Boss? I was just joking with you. Hahahaha, I'll go back and apologize to you right now. "
When the steam locomotive arrived in the Northwest, quite a few members of the Zhou Clan actually came out of the stronghold to welcome them and take away all of the Zhou Clan's officials who were on the train.
Before they left, the Zhou Clan's intelligence officer who was in charge of welcoming them said politely to Ren Xiaosu, "Sorry for the trouble!"
Ren Xiaosu thought for a moment and said, "Oh right, these people also brought some personal belongings with them. As you know, our steam locomotive also consumes quite a lot of fuel to make a trip."
The Zhou Clan's intelligence officer's eyes twitched. 'You're clearly using a superpower, so what's the point of consuming fuel?' But he understood what Ren Xiaosu meant. Before coming out, Zhou Qingyang had specifically instructed him not to get into a conflict with this fellow.
As such, the Zhou Clan's intelligence officer clenched his teeth and said, "Then I'll leave their personal belongings with you as the escort fee. Please accept it."
"That's sensible." Ren Xiaosu beamed with joy. "Alright, send some more people over to maintain order among the escapees and get them to line up to board the train."
The Zhou Clan's intelligence officer cried tears of humiliation in his heart. He suddenly felt like he was ceding territory to reparations. It was too aggrieving.
He could not understand. Since you need someone to maintain order among the escapees, can't you just bring some soldiers over from the Northwest?!
But even though he thought that, he could not say it out loud.
The Zhou Clan's intelligence officer said with a smile, "Alright, I'll make the arrangements right away."
However, before coming out, Zhou Qingyang had also instructed him to do something else. The intelligence officer said to Ren Xiaosu, "Young Marshal, look, although the escapees used to be a huge burden for the Zhou Clan, we also transported a lot of food from the South to help them. Now that the food has arrived, you're taking away almost all of the escapees. Isn't this a waste of food? You must know that we also expend a lot of manpower and material resources to collect and transport the food. Do you think you can … "
When Ren Xiaosu heard this, he was moved. "Then hurry up and load the food onto the train. We'll take it to the Northwest for the escapees to eat. It won't be considered a waste!"
The intelligence officer was speechless.
Was that what he meant? Wasn't the purpose of me saying this to ask you to leave some escapees for the Zhou Clan?
When Ren Xiaosu saw that the intelligence officer did not speak, he took out his black saber. "Did I misunderstand?"
"Hahahahaha." The intelligence officer laughed. "I'll load the food for you right away!"
Ren Xiaosu nodded. "Yes, the food can be tied to the roof of the train with hemp ropes. This way, it won't take up space for the escapees."
"What you said really makes sense." The intelligence officer clenched his teeth. Now that he did not manage to keep the escapees and even lost the food, he reckoned that his future would come to an end after he returned to the Zhou Clan. The intelligence officer looked at Ren Xiaosu and said seriously, "Young Marshal, I also want to prosper in the Northwest …"
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