The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

"I've seen the young marshal." Zhou Hexuan came to the dining room, cupped his fists at Zhang Xueliang and smiled.

"Well," Zhang Xueliang was a little surprised seeing Zhou Hexuan being so young, nodded and said, "Mr. Zhou, please sit down."

"Thank you, Young Marshal." Zhou Hexuan returned the salute and sat down. His actual age was twenty-seven or eighty-eight, but he didn't know what was affected by time travel. All kinds of body functions returned to his youth, and even his beard became hairy. He looked at most in his early 20s.

Zhang Xueliang yawned suddenly, but he was addicted to cigarettes. He ran to the small hall to smoke for a while before returning, and said energetically: "I have read Sir's "The Rise of Great Powers". Can't stop talking."

Zhou Hexuan said modestly: "It's just a little personal opinion."

Zhang Xueliang asked: "What do you think of the situation in China?"

Zhou Hexuan said awkwardly: "It's hard to say."

Zhang Xueliang didn't want to hear such words, he frowned and said, "But it's okay to say."

Zhou Hexuan made a general metaphor: "Today's China is a battle between the Beiyang government and the southern government. Whoever wins is orthodox. But whether it is the Beiyang or the southern forces, they are like strong men who are tied up all over. Can't use it."

"I know that in the north, there are endless infighting and unanimity. What about the south?" Zhang Xueliang became slightly interested.

Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "The situation in the south is more complicated than that in the north. Whoever can resolve the internal conflict first will win this battle."

Zhang Xueliang's eyes lit up, but he didn't continue to ask, but changed the subject and said, "I heard that Mr. Zhou can speak Russian?"

Zhou Hexuan said truthfully: "There is no problem with daily communication, but I am not proficient in it."

"That's the meeting," Zhang Xueliang suddenly turned his head and said to Chu Yupu, "Brother Yunshan, I still need a Russian-speaking secretary by my side. I wonder if I can bear the pain and give up my love?"

Chu Yupu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "If the young commander likes it, I will let him go to the young commander's mansion tomorrow to answer his errand."

"Then it's settled." Zhang Xueliang nodded.

The two communicated like this without asking for Zhou Hexuan's opinion at all.

Zhou Hexuan really has no opinion, it is absolutely safe to follow Zhang Xueliang. It was rare for this young marshal to personally lead the army in the past two years. After Guo Songling's defection, he already hated fighting very much, and gradually evolved into an "anti-war person".

Zhang Xueliang ignored Zhou Hexuan, but said to everyone present: "The war in the north is unfavorable, and Wu Peifu can't hold it at all. After this meal, everyone go back to prepare, and there will be another war."

Zhang Zongchang and Chu Yupu understood immediately, because the words were addressed to them.

Feng Yuxiang's national army has already broken through Datong, and beat Yan Xishan so much that he almost called his father. Wu Peifu and Zhang Zuolin finally reached an agreement, Zhang Dashuai is going to send troops to help the brothers, and decides that Feng, Zhi, Lu, and Jin will join forces to deal with Feng Yuxiang. After Feng Yuxiang's troubles are resolved, they will join forces to go south to deal with the principal's Northern Expeditionary Army.

Zhang Zuolin's prestige is now so high that he went to Beijing to negotiate with Wu Peifu a while ago, and he easily recruited Li Jinglin's troops on the way. Li Jinglin didn't even dare to fart, so he hastily announced his resignation. This incident made Zhang Zongchang's liver tremble with fright, and he never dared to show any disagreement.

Zhang Xueliang's move to Tianjin was not just for leisure. He, a young marshal, was going to sit in the rear and serve as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces. As for Chu Yupu and Zhang Zongchang, the former will be appointed as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, and the latter will be appointed as the former commander-in-chief of the enemy.

In today's game of cards and dinner, in essence, Pan Fu acted as the contact person, and Zhang Xueliang came forward to beat and appease the general. Even Li Jinglin, who was disarmed and sent to the wild, was invited here, nothing more than bringing the chicken he had just killed to show the monkeys.

"Young commander, don't worry, as long as the young commander gives an order, I, Chu Yupu, will personally lead the charge!" Chu Yupu slapped his chest loudly, but he was actually depressed to death. The new army he just recruited can only go forward. If it is sent to the battlefield to fight now, it is estimated that all Nima will become cannon fodder.

After a meal of wine, Zhang Xueliang was so drunk that he lost his interest in playing cards, so he simply announced the end of the show and left separately.

Zhou Hexuan didn't say a few words when he sat beside him, and then returned home with Chu Yupu.

When the car drove away from Pan's mansion, Zhang Xueliang suddenly stuck out his head and shouted: "Mr. Zhou, remember to report here tomorrow!"

Zhou Hexuan clasped his fists and smiled as an answer.

In history, Zhang Xueliang was very good to his secretary, and all kinds of assignments were done well.

As long as you hug Zhang Xueliang's thigh, and after gaining his trust, ask for a job and you will be complete. At that time, there is no need to do anything, and with a considerable salary, you can do whatever you want freely.

If Zhang Xueliang can be persuaded not to give up the Northeast, that would be better, and it can be regarded as a great effort for the country. It's a pity that this is almost impossible, Zhang Xueliang is a very (you) (rou) (rou) (gua) see (duan) person, Zhou Hexuan can only rely on his usual words to slowly influence. Even if only a few planes and cannons were shipped out in advance, it would be better than leaving them to the Japanese Kwantung Army.

Chu Yupu patted Zhou Hexuan on the shoulder, and said: "Young Marshal thinks highly of you, so you have to work hard in the past."

Zhou Hexuan immediately expressed his heart: "It all depends on the cultivation of the commander. Even if I go to the side of Young Marshal Zhang, my heart is still with the commander."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Chu Yupu laughed loudly: "I just like a person like you who knows how to be grateful and remember the past."

Zhou Hexuan laughed a few times, but he was thinking in his heart: Of course I know how to repay you, and I will give you a big gift at a critical moment, you bastard just wait to check it out.

As soon as he got back to the Marshal's mansion by car, Shen Yaorong ran over excitedly to announce the good news: "Marshal, happy event, happy event!"

"What happy event?" Chu Yupu asked.

"Concubine Shu Wenxiu has already been picked up, and I secretly placed her in the French Concession," Shen Yaorong enthusiastically described the process of robbing her in order to please his master, "Puyi's side is Japanese territory, so we can't do it directly. So I thought of a plan and sent someone to inform Wenxiu to find an opportunity to leave Zhang Yuan. After waiting for half a month, we finally found the opportunity..."

"Understood, let's go according to plan." Chu Yupu interrupted without waiting for Shen Yaorong to finish speaking. He was thinking about sending troops in his mind, and he no longer cared about provoking Wenxiu and Puyi's divorce. The real credit was earned on the battlefield, and conspiracy and tricks could only be regarded as small tricks.

"Ah...yes, I must do my best to get things done." Shen Yaorong rushed forward, but his face was hot and his ass was cold, so he had to back down disgruntled. He couldn't figure out what went wrong.

After exiting the room, Shen Yaorong asked Chu Nanxiang: "Adjutant Chu, what happened to the commander?"

"Don't inquire." Chu Nanxiang still had that cold face.

Zhou Hexuan said in a low voice: "Master Shen, Marshal Chu is about to go to the battlefield."

"So that's how it is." Shen Yaorong finally understood the situation, but he was very puzzled why Zhou Hexuan told him such a thing.

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "I will be transferred to the Young Marshal's Mansion tomorrow."

Shen Yaorong's expression became incomparably wonderful, joy, relaxation, envy, panic...all kinds of emotions came out of his head. The old guy quickly took Zhou Hexuan's hand enthusiastically and said: "Brother Hexuan... oh no, Mr. Zhou, from the first time I saw you, I knew that Mr. Zhou is not a person in the pool. From now on, I will follow you. Handsome, he is sure to make a fortune and rise to the top, please take care of him."

"It's easy to say, easy to say!" Zhou Hexuan raised the corner of his mouth.

That night, Shen Yaorong knocked on Zhou Hexuan's door. This guy bled profusely, took out 1,000 oceans to see Zhou Hexuan off, and cried like a mess, as if a best friend was parting from life to death.