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 in the future. You are not allowed to enter or leave the gate without permission from the commander, and you are not allowed to go to rooms above the second floor without authorization."

   "Thank you for letting me know," Zhou Hexuan said almost, "Dare to ask Xiongtai your surname?"

   "My name is Chu Nanxiang." The adjutant was very talkative, but his face was cold and a bit unsmiling.

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

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

   "I don't know either. Go back and ask for you," Chu Nanxiang said with a cold face, "I live on the second floor. You can ask a servant to come to me if you have anything, but you must not walk around."

After    finished speaking, Chu Nanxiang turned around and left, without giving Zhou Hexuan another chance to talk.

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

   Lying on the bed tossing and turning and unable to sleep, Zhou Hexuan was still a little dizzy now, and was inexplicably caught by an army chief as a foreign secretary, which felt like a ridiculous dream.

  Chu Yupu has many shortcomings of the old-fashioned warlords: greed for money, tyranny, domineering, ignorance, shortsightedness, cronyism... Such a person can also become the governor of Zhili, which is a big joke in the world, and some people are guilty.

   Nothing happened overnight.

   As soon as the next morning, a servant knocked on the door and asked Zhou Hexuan to have breakfast.

  The place to eat was in a room on the bottom floor. Zhou Hexuan went over after washing up. Chu Nanxiang, Zhang Wukui, Shen Yaorong and others had already eaten, all of whom were Shuai Chu's side.

  The table is very rich, there are soy milk fritters, fried meat and pickles, and everyone here eats differently.

Chu Nanxiang seems to have studied in the military academy and is strict with himself. He sits upright with his back straight, and eats quickly but maintains grace; Shen Yaorong eats small bites of rice, with a scholar's gentleness on his body; Zhang Wukui eats mountains and swallows continuously. Eat up several bowls of rice.

   There is no housekeeper in the commander's mansion for the time being, but there is another messenger named Jia He, who is also Chu Yupu's henchman.

  After breakfast, Chu Nanxiang personally brought a set of military uniforms and said to Zhou Hexuan, "Put it on, the commander is going out for a visitor today, and I'm going to take you with me. I don't need to write a novel yet."

   This is a set of Beiyang officers' uniforms, all dark blue, with a pair of black riding boots. What surprised Zhou Hexuan was that there was a pistol under the military cap. He was not a military fan, and he could not recognize the model of the pistol.

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

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

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

   About nine o'clock in the morning, Chu Yupu was finally ready to set off. He waved to Zhou Hexuan and said, "You follow me, you may meet foreigners later, so don't embarrass your boss!"

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

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

"Set off!"

   Zhang Wukui walked to the courtyard and shouted, and immediately seven or eight soldiers came running, and the big iron gate in front slowly opened.

   Chu Yupu was in a Ford sedan. He sat in the back row with his adjutant Chu Nanxiang, and Zhou Hexuan sat in the passenger cab. As for the master Shen Yaorong, he could only ride in a military truck with the top soldiers.

   The convoy had just driven out of the gate when Li Shoumin suddenly rushed out and shouted excitedly, "Brother Hexuan!"

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

   Chu Yupu said impatiently, "Stop!"

Zhou Hexuan rolled down the car window, Li Shoumin bent over to the window, and said with a guilt expression: "Yesterday, those soldiers rushed into the newspaper office and used guns to force President Liu to inquire about your whereabouts, saying that it was Commander Chu who asked you to write a novel. I'm afraid they will open up. Shijie, I had to reveal your address, fortunately you are fine."

   "It's alright, I'm now the secretary in foreign languages ​​of Dashuai. Thanks to brother Shoumin, I got a good job." Zhou Hexuan blinked at Li Shoumin as he spoke.

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

   "Have you two finished talking? Get out of the way when you're done," said Chu Dashuai impatiently, "Drive!"

  The driver slammed on the accelerator and almost scratched Li Shoumin's face. Looking at the two cars that were going away, Li Shoumin cursed in Sichuan dialect: "The **** ancestor is Banban, you son of a turtle!"

  …

  Tianjin during the Republic of China was definitely full of celebrities.

  The Beiyang warlords have been fighting all year round, causing countless casualties to the common people. And those warlords who were defeated, often turned on electricity and went out of the field, and hid in the Tianjin concession 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 large and small warlords, celebrities, literary figures, and opera masters... everything in the small Tianjin concession.

   Chu Yupu's handsome 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 would only dare to bring in a dozen of his own escorts, and he could not shoot in the concession, otherwise he would be subject to foreign interference.

   When the line was not long, the car stopped at Zhangyuan.

The    guards jumped out of the military vehicle first, and stood in a row with their rifles in their hands. Master Shen Yaorong shouted: "The commander is visiting, open the door!"

   An old man came out and said in a shrill voice: "Bold servant, this is the emperor's palace..."

   "The emperor is a fart!"

   Marshal Chu walked over and slammed the big iron gate, and said sternly: "How many years have passed since the Republic of China, and you still tell me the story of the emperor? Tell Pu Yi that I, Chu Yupu, are visiting, and let him come out to pick him up as soon as possible!"

  The soldiers cooperated very well, and all raised their guns to aim inside.

  The old man said sternly: "This is the concession, you can try to shoot!"

  Chu Yupu did not dare to shoot. He smiled and waved: "Put away the guns, and let me tear down the big iron gate."

   "Follow the order!" The soldiers were eager to try, but the emperor lived in it. They actually wanted to demolish the door of the emperor's house today. This bull can boast for a lifetime.

   Zhou Hexuan snickered, he is really convinced by this handsome now.

   "Stop!"

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