The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

   "Untie it, quickly untie it for me!"

   "Xu Shou, you bastard, I will shoot you!"

   "woo woo woo, please, give me some opium."

   "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

  “…”

   Early in the morning, shrill screams, curses and pleadings could be heard from the young marshal's mansion.

  The servants stopped their work and looked up at the second floor of the main house. When the guard soldiers heard the sound, they also rushed into the living room spontaneously and confronted several of Zhang Xueliang's adjutants.

   The head of the guard, Jin Zhiming, pointed at the adjutant's nose and asked, "Xu Shou, do you want to rebel? Get out of the way!"

Xu Shou heard the screams from upstairs, and looked at the captain of the guard who was arguing with swords and arrows, his face was full of hesitation, and he finally shook his head and said, "The Sixth Commander has orders, even if he calls for help, he can't be released, this big smoke must be quit!"

   "Fart!" Jin Zhiming directly drew his gun and shouted, "If you don't let go, I will **** you!"

  Gu Ruiyu also came downstairs and said to Xu Shou with tears in his eyes: "Adjutant Xu, my young master can't hold it anymore. He can quit his opium addiction slowly. Give him a little today and reduce the amount every day."

  Xu Shou was very entangled in his heart, and finally let go: "Then... well, just give a little."

  The crowd rushed upstairs together, Gu Ruiyu even took the smoking set, and was about to open the door and send a big cigarette to Zhang Xueliang to save his life.

   "Stop!"

   Zhou Hexuan didn't know when he went upstairs and shouted, "Do you want Liu Shuai to be a big smoker all his life? What's your motive!"

  Gu Ruiyu and Xu Shou were both stunned and hesitated at the door of the study.

  Jin Zhiming rushed over, grabbed Zhou Hexuan's neckline, and said with a grim face, "Who are you surnamed Zhou? I think you want to kill Liu Shuai!"

  Gu Ruiyu quickly persuaded: "Captain Jin, let go of Mr. Zhou."

   Zhou Hexuan's face was as calm as water, and he looked at Jin Zhiming without saying a word.

"Humph!"

  Jin Zhiming snorted coldly, but he was defeated in his eyes, and he let go of Zhou Hexuan angrily.

   Zhou Hexuan then ordered: "Open the door!"

  Xu Shou subconsciously obeyed the order and hurriedly pushed open the door of the study.

   Zhang Xueliang was tied to a carved red sandalwood chair, and he struggled to move the heavy chair half a foot. The clothes on his body had been torn by the rope, and many blood beads were seeping from the skin due to friction.

   These skin injuries are nothing, the most terrifying thing is Zhang Xueliang's state. His eyes were red like a beast that devoured people, his snot and tears crisscrossed, and even the corners of his mouth were still drooling.

   Seeing everyone entering the room, Zhang Xueliang's eyes lit up and said, "Opium, give me opium! I'm going to die... uuuuuuu!"

   But Zhou Hexuan walked over, pinched Zhang Xueliang's cheeks, and shoved a lump of rags directly into his mouth, the young marshal was speechless.

   "Zhou, you are crazy!" Jin Zhiming was furious, because Zhou Hexuan's actions just now were too offensive.

   Zhou Hexuan didn't even bother to pay attention to him, but blamed Gu Ruiyu and Xu Shou: "How did you do things? If you don't block your mouth, Liu Shuai is likely to bite his tongue and commit suicide!"

   Well, Zhou Hexuan was brave enough to scold Zhang Xueliang's concubine and his adjutant the next day.

   This also depends on the person. Putting it on Chu Yupu's side, Zhou Hexuan would never dare to play like this. But Zhang Xueliang is an exception, this grandfather is too soft-hearted.

   Last year, when Guo Songling rebelled, Zhang Xueliang first wrote a letter to discourage it, but then it really failed, and both sides said good things and hoped for reconciliation. In the end, until Guo Songling was defeated and arrested, Zhang Xueliang was still interceding for him, hoping to send Guo Songling to study abroad for asylum.

   Zhang Xueliang is so kind to traitors, let alone his own people. The more honest and selfless Zhou Hexuan behaves, the easier it is to gain trust.

  Gu Ruiyu faced Zhou Hexuan's confrontation and questioning, not only did not get angry, but blamed himself: "It's me who didn't think carefully, thank you Mr. Zhou."

   Although Zhang Xueliang was speechless, he was still struggling frantically, and his eyes were full of pleading. Suddenly, he overturned the chair and fell to the ground, his head banging against the floor, apparently in such pain that he wanted to commit suicide.

   "Six handsomes!"

  The crowd exclaimed in unison.

   They seemed to regard Zhou Hexuan as the backbone, and all looked at him, waiting for Zhou Hexuan to issue an order.

  It is normal for this situation to occur, because they dare not disrespect Zhang Xueliang, only Zhou Hexuan has no such scruples.

Zhou Hexuan sat down on the sofa and said to Jin Zhiming and Xu Shou, "Pull up the chair and don't worry about anything. Next time, don't use hemp rope to tie people, it will easily scratch the skin, and use thicker cotton rope instead. Better results."

   Gu Ruiyu took it down and immediately went out to ask the servant to find cotton rope. Xu Shou and Jin Zhiming raised their chairs and held the backrests from left to right, letting Zhang Xueliang struggle there.

   After tossing for an hour, Zhang Xueliang finally stopped, and Zhou Hexuan let people loose.

   Zhang Xueliang was exhausted, stretched out on the chair and handed him grateful eyes, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

  Jin Zhiming and Xu Shou respectfully nodded to Zhou Hexuan, and then helped Zhang Xueliang to the bedroom.

   When the young marshal was settled, Jin Zhiming muttered in a low voice, "Old Xu, this Mr. Zhou is bold enough."

   Xu Shou said, "Mr. Zhou is also helping Liu Shuai quit smoking."

  Jin Zhiming rolled his eyes and said, "I mean the rags he stuffed into Liu Shuai's mouth."

   "What happened to that ball of cloth?" Xu Shou asked in confusion.

   "Then the **** is the tablecloth that the servant uses to wipe the table!" Jin Zhiming left, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

   "Huh?" Xu Shou was stunned.

   After ten o'clock in the morning, Gu Ruiyu came to Zhou Hexuan: "Mr. Zhou, please go up."

   Zhou Hexuan took two planning books, followed Gu Ruiyu to the bedroom, and said to Zhang Xueliang, who was lying on the bed, "Is Liu Shuai okay?"

Zhang Xueliang's address is very particular. Zhang Zuolin calls him "Little Sixth Son", outsiders call him "Young Marshal", his concubine calls him "Little Master", and his family members call him "Han Qing". ", only close subordinates and people around can call "Liu Shuai" or "Liu Ye".

   Zhou Hexuan is now his own family, so naturally he should be called "Six handsome" to appear close.

  Zhang Xueliang propped himself up on the edge of the bed and smiled bitterly: "It feels like I have died once. Thanks to He Xuan, no one else dares to be arrogant to me. I can only rely on you to quit smoking in the future."

   "I don't dare to be arrogant if it's someone else," Zhou Hexuan smiled and flattered, handing over the planning book in his hand, "Please take a look at Liu Shuai, I wrote this overnight last night."

   Zhang Xueliang was dizzy when he looked at the short cursive and simplified Chinese characters, but he barely recognized it, so he read it carefully.

   There are two planning documents, one is to re-run the "Ta Kung Pao", and the other is to prepare for the establishment of the "China Hope Education Foundation".

   It has been three and a half months since he traveled to the Republic of China, and Zhou Hexuan is finally able to do something practical.