The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 710 Kidnapping in Broad Daylight

"Oh? How so?" Rong Desheng asked curiously.

"The first-class seats are as spacious as sofas, and you can even recline," Guo Linshuang gestured. "The food isn't just simple sandwiches and coffee; I heard there's chilled lobster salad, pan-fried veal steaks, and even Nyonya pastries, which are typical of Southeast Asia."

The drinks menu was terrifyingly long. And that wasn't even the worst part,”

He lowered his voice, with a hint of teasing:

"The most amazing thing is that they implemented a 'flight attendant' system, but they only used young and beautiful girls, called flight attendants."

Wearing a well-tailored sky-blue uniform and a stylish hat, she spoke gently and provided attentive service...

There were even white flight attendants, who I heard came from Italy and Ireland in Europe to make a living.

"Oh? There are foreign girls too?"

Everyone immediately became interested.

Many years ago, there were white dancers in the nightclubs of Shanghai's Bund. They were members of the White Army who had lost the war against Russia.

However, decades have passed, and the slender and beautiful Russian bear dancers of yesteryear have long since become middle-aged women.

Guo Lin added with a cheerful laugh at the end:

“My relative said that those flight attendants are just as good-looking and have the same presence as the top dancers at the Paramount and Cinque Terrell. Of course, they are legitimate service staff.”

Instantly, the men all revealed knowing smiles.

In that era, this innovative air travel experience, featuring sophisticated service and beautiful women, was undoubtedly highly topical and attractive.

“Our compatriots in Southeast Asia really know how to enjoy life and do business.” Rong Desheng smiled and shook his head. “They’ve made something as nerve-wracking as flying into something to look forward to.”

Even Dai Chunfeng, who once commanded great influence, was imprisoned, so people naturally still had doubts about aviation safety at the time.

But Guo Linshuang's words piqued everyone's interest again.

The salon lasted for an hour or so, filled with the aroma of tea and the smoke of cigars. The participants exchanged their concerns about the current situation, their curiosity about Southeast Asia, and their views on business. Finally, as dusk fell, they all took their leave.

Luxury Ford and Chevrolet sedans, escorted by bodyguards, quietly drove away from the tranquil road in front of Rong Mansion.

After seeing off his guests, Rong Desheng felt slightly tired, but he also made more plans for his upcoming trip to Southeast Asia.

He glanced at his pocket watch and instructed the butler, "Prepare the carriage; I'm going to the factory. Raw material prices have been fluctuating lately, so we need to keep a close eye on them."

A moment later, his specially made black bulletproof sedan, with thickened glass and reinforced body, drove out of the mansion gate, escorted by two ordinary cars carrying bodyguards in front and behind.

"The streets are so quiet."

Rong Desheng sat in the car, looking out the window. Everything was as usual. Sunlight filtered through the new leaves of the sycamore trees, casting dappled shadows, creating a tranquil and even somewhat languid atmosphere.

However, this tranquility was shattered in the next second.

Just as they stepped out of the mansion, a rapid engine roar came from afar. Three dark green jeeps sped up from both ends of the road, blocking the Rong family's convoy with a screech.

More than ten burly men dressed in Nationalist army uniforms and carrying weapons jumped out of the jeep. Their movements were swift and their menacing aura was palpable.

The Rong family bodyguards reacted quickly, immediately drawing their guns and protecting Rong Desheng and his son in the middle.

The head of the bodyguards stepped forward and demanded in a stern voice:

"Who are you? What do you want?!"

The man leading the group was a middle-aged man who looked like an officer. He had a fair complexion and sinister eyes. He didn't answer, but instead, a cold smile played on his lips as he calmly pulled a folded document from his uniform pocket, unfolded it with a whoosh, and waved it in the air.

The crimson heading and the striking black lettering read "Arrest Warrant."

"We are now acting under orders to arrest the economic traitor Rong Desheng. Anyone who dares to obstruct us will be treated as an accomplice and subjected to military law!"

"An economic traitor?" Rong Yixin was struck dumb, and exclaimed, "My father sacrificed our family's wealth to support the war effort, relocating our factory to the front lines. How can you call him a traitor?! Which unit are you from? Who issued the arrest warrant?"

The officer snorted and pushed the arrest warrant forward so that Rong Yixin could see the writing and seal on it.

Rong Yixin's gaze swept quickly across the Songhu Garrison Command's Reconnaissance Brigade.

Is this the signature of Mao Linmu, the head of the Second Division?

Rong Yixin was instantly alarmed. This Mao Linmu was the nephew of the current Secretary Mao, who was currently in power and wielded considerable influence.

Then look at that bright red official seal... the format, signature, and stamp—everything looks impeccable, clearly an extremely formal military document.

For a moment, the air froze.

The bodyguards' hands holding guns began to tremble slightly.

The other side was a regular army, armed with a legitimate arrest warrant...

Revolt?

That would be openly defying the Nationalist government, with unimaginable consequences.

Not resist? Are we just going to stand by and watch the master be taken away?

Rong Desheng's face was deathly pale, but compared to his son's shock and anger, his eyes held a chilling coldness and a profound realization.

"Don't act rashly." Rong Desheng squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, his voice dry.

He patted his son's stiff arm, signaling the bodyguard to put down his gun.

Faced with Mao Linmu's signature and fabricated charges, individual resistance with force is meaningless and will only bring utter destruction to their families and subordinates.

Seeing this, the officer's eyes flashed with smugness, and he waved his hand: "Take him away."

Two soldiers stepped forward and roughly grabbed Rong Desheng's arms.

Rong wanted to rush forward, but the bodyguard held him back tightly.

Within a minute or two, Rong Desheng was shoved into one of the jeeps.

The convoy roared arrogantly and sped away, leaving behind exhaust fumes and the Rong family members who were dumbfounded.

"Quick! Quick!" Rong Yixin shouted as if waking from a dream, trembling all over. "Go to the Songhu Garrison Command, go to the Third Army Headquarters, go to the Municipal Government, ask me what law my father broke, and ask whose order this was!"

In the first few hours after his father was taken away in that black Chevrolet, he ran like a madman through the power corridors of Shanghai.

Songhu Garrison Command, Third Army Headquarters, Shanghai Police Bureau, Municipal Government...

He clung to his last hope that the arrest warrant was fake, that it was all a terrible misunderstanding, and that some powerful figure would step forward and order a rescue.

However, all he received was a cold door and walls, formulaic excuses, evasive glances, and answers that ultimately converged on the same point:

"Unaware," "Unauthorized," "Not my doing," "Please pursue legal action"...

In one place, an official who had some connection with his family privately revealed a wry smile:

“Nephew Yixin, your father’s matter… is too complicated. That arrest warrant… may not be entirely fake.”

Some stamps can really be stamped; some cars can really be driven out. But the current situation…sigh, let's focus on keeping everyone safe first; don't expect anything else.”

These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing Rong Yixin's last glimmer of hope and plunging him into an icy abyss.

It's not that the White Party doesn't care, but the kidnapping itself may carry some of the White Party's shadow.

Report it to the police? Who should we report it to? The kidnappers are using their own people's skin.

The news spread like wildfire, instantly engulfing Shanghai.