The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

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

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

   "Xie Shaoshuai." Zhou Hexuan returned the salute and sat down. His actual age is already twenty-seven or eighty-eight, but I don't know what was affected by the time-travel. All the functions of his body have returned to his youth, and even his beard has become hairy, and he looks like he is in his early 20s at most.

Zhang Xueliang yawned suddenly, but he was a big smoker. He ran to the small hall to smoke for a while before coming back, and said in good spirit: "I have read Mr.'s "The Rise of a Great Power", it is indeed a masterpiece, and I heard that even foreigners like it. Nonstop."

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

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

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

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

Zhou Hexuan summed up the analogy: "In today's China, it is the battle between the Beiyang government and the southern government. Whoever wins is the orthodox. But whether it is the Beiyang or the southern forces, they are all like strong men who are tied up, full of strength but Can't do it."

   "I know about the north side, there are endless infighting, and it's hard to agree. What about the south side?" Zhang Xueliang became slightly interested.

   Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "The situation in the south is more complicated than in the north. Whoever resolves the internal conflicts 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: "Daily communication is no problem, but I am not proficient."

   "That's it," Zhang Xueliang suddenly turned his head and said to Chu Yupu, "Brother Yunshan, I still lack a Russian secretary by my side. I wonder if I can give up my love?"

   Chu Yupu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "If the young marshal likes it, I will let him go to the young marshal's office tomorrow."

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

  The two communicated in this way without asking Zhou Hexuan's opinion at all.

   Zhou Hexuan really has no opinion, it is absolutely safe to follow Zhang Xueliang. This young marshal rarely led the troops in person in the first two years. After Guo Songling's defection, he was already extremely disgusted with fighting, 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 stand it at all. After this meal, everyone should go back to prepare, and there will be another war."

   Zhang Zongchang and Chu Yupu immediately understood, because this was what they were saying.

   Feng Yuxiang's National Army had already broken through Datong and beat Yan Xishan to the point of calling him Dad. Wu Peifu and Zhang Zuolin also finally reached an intention. Marshal Zhang was going to send troops to pull the brothers together, and it was determined that Feng, Zhi, Lu and Jin would join forces to fight against Feng Yuxiang. After Feng Yuxiang's trouble is resolved, they will join forces to deal with the principal's Northern Expedition.

   Zhang Zuolin now has a huge prestige. He entered Beijing a while ago to negotiate with Wu Peifu, and he incorporated Li Jinglin's troops along the way. Li Jinglin didn't even dare to fart, so he hurriedly announced his retirement. This incident made Zhang Zongchang's liver tremble, and he no longer dared to give birth to a trace of dissent.

   Zhang Xueliang's move to Tianjin was not a tourist distraction. He, the young marshal, would 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 commander-in-chief of the former enemy.

   In today's game of cards and dinner, Pan Fu was actually the contact person, and Zhang Xueliang came forward to beat and appease the general. Even Li Jinglin, who was disarmed and sent off the field, was invited to show the monkeys the chicken that he had just killed.

   "Don't worry, the young commander, as long as the young commander gives an order, I, Chu Yupu, will lead the charge in person!" Chu Yupu patted his chest loudly, but he was actually depressed to death. The new army he had just recruited was only going straight. If he was sent to the battlefield now, it is estimated that all Nima would be turned into cannon fodder.

   After drinking a meal, Zhang Xueliang was so drunk that he had no luck, and simply announced that they would leave after the game.

   Zhou Hexuan sat next to him without saying a word, and went back to the house with Chu Yupu.

   When the car drove away from the Pan Mansion, Zhang Xueliang suddenly stuck out his head and shouted, "Mr. Zhou, remember to report to me tomorrow!"

   Zhou Hexuan clasped his fists and smiled, as an answer.

  Historically, Zhang Xueliang was very good to his secretary, and all kinds of expatriates worked well.

   As long as you hug Zhang Xueliang's thigh, gain his trust, and then ask for a job, you will be complete. At that time, you don't have to do anything, you get a decent salary, and you can do whatever you want.

   If Zhang Xueliang can be persuaded not to give up the Northeast, it will be better, and it can be regarded as a great contribution to the country. Unfortunately, this is almost impossible. Zhang Xueliang is a very (rou) master (gua) see (duan), Zhou Hexuan can only rely on his usual words to slowly influence. Even if only a few planes and a few cannons were shipped in advance, it would be better than leaving it to the Japanese Kwantung Army.

  Chu Yupu patted Zhou Hexuan on the shoulder and instructed: "The young marshal is very important to you, you have to work hard in the past."

   Zhou Hexuan immediately expressed his intentions: "It's all about the commander's cultivation. Even if I go to Zhang Shaoshuai's side, my heart is still with the commander."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

   Chu Yupu burst out laughing: "I like you who know how to be grateful and remember the past."

   Zhou Hexuan laughed twice, but he was thinking: Of course I know how to repay you with gratitude, and I will give you a big gift at a critical time, you **** just wait to check it.

   As soon as he returned to Dashuai's mansion by car, Shen Yaorong came to announce the good news with great excitement: "Dashuai, happy event, happy event!"

   "What happy event?" Chu Yupu asked.

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

   "Understood, let's do as planned." Chu Yupu interrupted Shen Yaorong before he could finish speaking. He was thinking about sending troops in his mind, and he no longer cared about provoking Wenxiu and Puyi to 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 over, but his warm face pressed against his cold buttocks, so he had to step back. He broke his head and couldn't figure out what went wrong.

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

   "Stop inquiring." Chu Nanxiang still had that cold face.

   Zhou Hexuan whispered: "Master Shen, Commander Chu is about to go to the battlefield."

   "So it is." Shen Yaorong finally understood the situation, but 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."

  Shin Yoo-jung's expression became extremely exciting, glad, relaxed, envious, panic... all kinds of emotions came out. 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 was not in the pool. I will follow the young marshal in the future. , it will definitely rise to the top and rise to the top, so please take care of me."

   "Good talk, good talk!" Zhou Hexuan raised the corners of his mouth.

   That night, Shen Yaorong knocked on Zhou Hexuan's door. This guy reluctantly bleeds, and took out 1,000 oceans to see Zhou Hexuan off.