The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

The small western-style building where Chu Yupu lives has nearly 30 rooms.

The adjutant took Zhou Hexuan to a side room on the bottom floor, and said, "Mr. Zhou, you will live here from now on. Without the commander's order, you are not allowed to enter or leave the gate at will, and you are not allowed to enter rooms above the second floor without authorization."

"Thank you for letting me know," Zhou Hexuan approached, "Dare to ask your name, brother?"

"My name is Chu Nanxiang." The adjutant was easy to talk to, but his face was cold, rather serious.

Zhou Hexuan knew that this person was also a relative of Chu Yupu just by his surname. It seems that Marshal Chu is just like the rumors, he likes cronyism and doesn't trust outsiders at all.

Zhou Hexuan asked again: "Brother Chu, can I go out for a stroll? I can't stay in the Marshal's mansion all the time."

"I don't know either, so I'll ask you later," Chu Nanxiang said with a cold face, "I live on the second floor. If you have anything to ask a servant to come to me, but you are not allowed to wander around."

After finishing speaking, Chu Nanxiang turned around and left without giving Zhou Hexuan another chance to say something.

After the adjutant disappeared, Zhou Hexuan began to look at his new residence. This room is obviously for the servants to live in. The furnishings in the room are simple and simple. The only thing better than the courtyard is that there are electric lights.

Lying on the bed and tossing and falling asleep, Zhou Hexuan is still a little dizzy now, being captured by a military leader as foreign language secretary out of nowhere, it feels like a ridiculous dream.

Chu Yupu has many shortcomings of the old-fashioned warlords: greed for money, tyranny, domineering, ignorance, short-sightedness, nepotism... Such a person can actually be the governor of Zhili, it is a joke in the world, and the common people have suffered. .

Nothing happened overnight.

The next morning, just after dawn, a servant knocked on the door and invited Zhou Hexuan to have breakfast.

The place to eat was in a room on the bottom floor. Zhou Hexuan went there after washing up. Chu Nanxiang, Zhang Wukui, Shen Yaorong and others had already eaten, and they were all around Marshal Chu.

The table is very rich, there are soy milk and fried dough sticks, as well as fried meat and pickles. Everyone here eats differently.

Chu Nanxiang seems to have been to a military academy and is strict with himself. He sits upright and eats quickly but maintains his demeanor; Eat up several bowls of rice.

There is currently no butler in the Marshal's residence, but there is another messenger named Jia He, who is also Chu Yupu's confidant and attendant.

After breakfast, Chu Nanxiang personally brought a set of military uniforms, and said to Zhou Hexuan: "Put it on, the commander-in-chief is going out to visit today, and he is going to take you with him. I don't need to write a novel yet."

This is a set of uniforms for Beiyang officers, dark blue all over, and comes with a pair of black riding boots. To Zhou Hexuan's surprise, there was a pistol covered under the military cap. He was not a fan of the military, and he couldn't recognize the model of the gun.

"No bullets?" Zhou Hexuan asked after searching for a long time.

"You don't need it." Chu Nanxiang's answer was very brief.

"That's true." Zhou Hexuan laughed and went back to the house to change clothes. This broken gun is just an ornament, and it is not as useful as a brick without bullets.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, Chu Yupu was finally ready to set off. He waved to Zhou Hexuan and said, "Stay with me. You may meet foreigners later. Don't embarrass me!"

"Don't worry, Commander." Zhou Hexuan cupped his fists and said, he had already adapted to being a dog's leg.

Shen Yaorong's face was full of jealousy, Zhou Hexuan was just a newcomer, but he followed the commander in step. And he has served as the commander-in-chief for eight years, but he can only follow behind Chu Nanxiang and Zhou Hexuan.

"Set off!"

Zhang Wukui walked into the courtyard and shouted, seven or eight soldiers ran over immediately, and the big iron gate in front of him slowly opened.

Chu Yupu sat in a Ford sedan, and he and his adjutant Chu Nanxiang sat in the back row, while Zhou Hexuan sat in the passenger cab. As for Master Shen Yaorong, he can only ride in a military truck with the big soldiers.

Just as the convoy drove out of the gate, Li Shoumin rushed out suddenly, shouting excitedly: "Brother Hexuan!"

Zhou Hexuan quickly said, "Marshal, that's my friend."

Chu Yupu said impatiently, "Stop!"

Zhou Hexuan rolled down the car window, and Li Shoumin bent over to the window, and said with guilt on his face: "Yesterday those soldiers rushed into the newspaper office and forced President Liu to inquire about your whereabouts with guns, saying that Marshal Chu wanted you to write a novel. I'm afraid they will open your mouth." Sha Jie, I had no choice but to disclose your address, but luckily you are fine."

"It's okay, I'm the commander in chief's foreign language secretary now. Thanks to Brother Shoumin, I can get a good job." Zhou Hexuan kept blinking at Li Shoumin while speaking.

Li Shoumin understood immediately, and said with a smile: "Then congratulations to brother Hexuan for a bright future."

"Have you two finished talking? Get the hell out of here soon," Marshal Chu said impatiently, "Drive!"

The driver slammed on the accelerator, almost scratching Li Shoumin's face. Looking at the two cars going away, Li Shoumin yelled in Sichuan dialect: "*** the ancestors are so sloppy, you son of a bitch!"

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During the period of the Republic of China, Tianjin was definitely full of celebrities.

The Beiyang warlords fought in melee all the year round, causing countless casualties to the common people. And those warlord leaders who were defeated in the battle often went to the wild with electricity, and hid in the concession in Tianjin as an apartment, and they still lived happily. From the emperors and princes of the former Qing Dynasty, to the presidents and prime ministers of the Republic of China, to warlords of all sizes, celebrities, writers, opera masters...the small Tianjin Concession has everything.

Chu Yupu's commander-in-chief's mansion is also in the Tianjin Concession, and it stands to reason that Chinese troops are not allowed in this place. Even if Chu Yupu occupied Tianjin, he only dared to bring in a dozen of his own guards, and he could not shoot in the concession, otherwise he would be subject to foreign interference.

After a short time, the car stopped in Zhangyuan.

Qiu Ba of the escort jumped out of the military vehicle first, and stood in a row with their rifles in their arms. Master Shen Yaorong shouted: "The commander-in-chief is here, open the door!"

An old man came out from inside, and said in a sharp voice: "Bold slave, this is the emperor's palace..."

"The emperor's fart!"

Marshal Chu walked over and kicked the big iron gate fiercely, and said righteously: "How many years has it been since the Republic of China, and you still show me the emperor's score? Tell Puyi, I, Chu Yupu, is here to visit, and let him come out to pick him up as soon as possible!"

The soldiers were very cooperative, and all raised their guns to aim inside.

The old man said sternly, "This is the concession, try shooting!"

Of course Chu Yupu didn't dare to shoot, he smiled and waved: "Put away the guns and go and tear down the big iron gate for me."

"Obey!" The soldiers were eager to try, but the emperor lived inside, they actually wanted to demolish the gate of the emperor's house today, this bullshit can last a lifetime.

Zhou Hexuan couldn't stop snickering, he really convinced this handsome man now.

"stop!"

At this moment, a thin man wearing glasses appeared with a full face of anger, and beside him was a blond foreigner.