The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

There are a few young people standing beside Feng Yong, all of whom should be under 30 years old. I don't know what the number is.

Zhou Hexuan walked over to say hello, "Fifth Master, you're here so early!"

"Anyway, there's nothing to do at the headquarters, so come and have a look." Feng Yong took Zhou Hexuan's hand, pointed at a handsome young man with a slicked back hair, and said, "This is Mr. Lu Xiaojia Lu, you've heard of him your name?"

"Hi Mr. Lu." Zhou Hexuan shook hands quickly, of course he had heard of Lu Xiaojia's name.

The second generation of "Four Princes of the Republic of China" (the first generation included Yuan Kewen), namely Zhang Xueliang, Sun Ke, Lu Xiaojia and Duan Hongye. However, with the fall of Lu Yongxiang and Duan Qirui, their son is no longer beautiful, and has gradually disappeared from the public's sight.

One of the most famous things that Lu Xiaojia did was to lead troops into the Shanghai Concession, beat up Huang Jinrong, the leader of the Youth Gang, and beat Huang Jinrong until he knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy. When Lu Xiaojia released him, Huang Jinrong couldn't even walk, so he could only grit his teeth and crawl out.

No matter how awesome Huang Jinrong was in Shanghai, he had no choice but to give up when he met the son of a warlord. He was almost beaten to death that time, and he had to apologize afterwards.

Lu Xiaojia's father announced his resignation last year, but in fact he still has troops in his hands, thinking about when he can make a comeback. Later, even the remnants were swallowed up by Zhang Zuolin, so he could only live in seclusion in Tianjin as an apartment.

The Lu family is very rich, they run several mines, and they are also engaged in financial trade in Shanghai. Zhang Xueliang invited Lu Xiaojia here today, naturally he wanted Lu Xiaojia to donate money, you can decide how much you donate!

"Hello!" Lu Xiaojia seemed to look down on Zhou Hexuan, and her attitude was quite arrogant, and she nodded her head symbolically.

Feng Yong ignored him and introduced another young man, "This is Li Ximing's son Li Mianzhi. His family is in business."

"Brother Li, hello." Zhou Hexuan didn't know this person, so he smiled and shook hands.

Li Mianzhi's attitude towards Zhou Hexuan was much more enthusiastic than Lu Xiaojia's, and he praised him without hesitation: "I have admired Mr. Zhou for a long time, and the book "The Rise of Great Powers" tells about the rise and fall of great powers."

The Li family belonged to a big local tyrant in North China, and had shares in Kailuan Mining Bureau, Huaxin Spinning Mill, Yaohua Glass Company, and Qixin Cement Company.

Li Mianzhi only returned from studying in Germany three years ago. He is a progressive young man who has seen the Western world. Historically, he has made the Li family's business even bigger. After the founding of New China, Li Mianzhi donated all the family business, and the public-private partnership became a patriotic capitalist.

After introducing several people one after another, Feng Yong finally pointed to a young man and said, "This is Feng Wuyue. He has been to various countries in Europe and America. He used to be the foreign language secretary of the young marshal. You can talk more when you have time."

"Brother Feng, please give me your advice." Zhou Hexuan smiled.

Feng Wuyue used to be Zhang Xueliang's French secretary, he was quite close to Zhou Hexuan, he was his own. Immediately smiled and said: "Young Marshal asked me to run "Beiyang Pictorial" in Tianjin. Brother Zhou is an expert in running newspapers, so I should ask you for advice."

"When will the newspaper be published?" Zhou Hexuan asked. What he didn't know was that "Beiyang Pictorial" was extremely famous in history, and it was the best-selling pictorial in the entire North China region.

Feng Wuyue said: "The location of the newspaper has been selected, and it is recruiting editors. It may be published next month."

The two chatted without saying a word, and the hotel waiter began to bring drinks.

What surprised all the guests was that today's banquet didn't even have a bottle of wine, and the table was full of plain water. And there are no seasonal fruits, no delicious food, only the most common and cheap pastries.

"Hanqing is stingy enough, so I use these to entertain guests." Lu Xiaojia joked. This guy who still thinks of himself as a warlord son actually called Zhang Xueliang directly.

Li Mianzhi is very good at talking, smoothing things over for Zhang Xueliang: "I heard that the young marshal's treat today is to raise money for charity. It's not good if it's too extravagant."

"Yes, yes, yes, the young commander loves the country and the people, I admire him!" Others echoed.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Xueliang came late holding his wife Yu Fengzhi's hand, and all the guests in the hall flocked to that side, all of a sudden flattering.

Many newspaper reporters were also invited to the scene. The reporters were extremely dedicated, and they were able to step forward to take pictures despite the crowds, and the shutter sound kept clicking.

Zhang Xueliang quickly came out of the crowd, walked to the temporary rostrum built at the end, and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

The staff immediately pulled down the curtain, revealing the large banner at the back, and saw the words on it - China Hope Education Foundation Establishment Celebration and Donation Ceremony!

"Dear friends, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to today's celebration," Zhang Xueliang turned his head and pointed to the banner behind him, "Nowadays, China has internal and external troubles, and the country is poor and weak. How can we become prosperous and strong? Education! Germany thrives on education, The king donated all the palaces to make university buildings. Japan also attaches great importance to education, which is why it is strong today. Han Qing is not talented, and is willing to do a little bit for the country, so he is preparing to establish the China Hope Education Foundation. With social donations, To fill the gaps in government education, to enlighten wisdom, to revitalize the country..."

"Crack, clap, clap!"

After a sentence was finished, the audience applauded enthusiastically. Of course, there were quite a few people who scolded their mothers secretly. They rushed to attend the Young Marshal's dinner, but they didn't expect to be tricked into donating money.

Zhang Xueliang continued his speech: "Everyone, don't begrudge the money in your pocket. King William III of Prussia once said: This country must use spiritual strength to make up for the loss of the body. It is because of poverty that education is needed. I have never heard of a country Education is poor, and the country is subjugated. This sentence is also suitable for China today. The country is poor and weak, so education is more needed, and it is basic education. After 20 years, when this group of students grow up Great, they will be the hope of the country, the future of the nation..."

"Crack, clap, clap!"

There was another thunderous applause.

Everyone was thinking about how much to donate, which was suitable for their own status, so as to please the young marshal without offending others.

"I will personally serve as the president of the China Hope Education Foundation," Zhang Xueliang paused after speaking, and continued, "Let me introduce a few vice presidents, Feng Yong, Zhou Hexuan, Wenxiu..."

"boom!"

When Zhang Xueliang read Wenxiu's name, the audience was in an uproar, buzzing and buzzing.

Concubine Dao's revolution was such a big deal, anyone who wasn't blind and deaf would have heard of Wenxiu's name.

Zhou Hexuan, Feng Yong and Wenxiu took the stage one after another and stood side by side behind Zhang Xueliang. Especially after Wenxiu appeared, everyone found out that it was Concubine Dao herself, and the discussion became even louder.

The most excited ones were the on-site reporters, who completely ignored wasting film money and caught Wenxiu frantically taking pictures.

One can imagine how lively the newspapers will be tomorrow.