The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 315 You are also coming to Beijing
What are you looking at?
Jiang Cheng looked calm as he exchanged glances with his father and Zhang Zuoxiang. In this absolutely silent environment, he raised his wine glass and said with a meaningful smile, "Master Shuai, what you said - sounds like drunken talk!"

"Let's not take it seriously... Come on, let me toast you a glass and just turn the page on this story."

But the commander clearly took it seriously, especially when he saw the looks from Yang Yuting and Xu Shuzheng, he got even more angry: "Who said I was joking? I just like the Jiang family!"

"Jingyan, go to Rehe to take up your post tomorrow. Leave early in the morning!"

He sounded more and more ridiculous, and he didn't even notice that he had thrown his chopsticks, wine glasses, etc. to the ground.
When the Fifth Lady Shou Yi, who was sitting at the table with the women, saw this, she approached him with a look of reproach on her face and said, "Oh my god! You didn't drink much, how did you get so drunk all of a sudden?"

"Hishun, Hishun!"

Facing the suddenly quiet hall and the guests who were looking at each other in bewilderment, the Fifth Lady smiled brightly and said, "My master has been very busy these past few days... I hope everyone enjoys their meal!"

As he spoke, he called on Yu Fengzhi to help him support the Marshal, while Zhang Hanqing stood up with Wu Junsheng and others to smooth things over.

When Jiang Cheng was exchanging glances with his father, he felt a cold big hand pinching the back of his neck!

When he turned around, he met the Marshal's cold gaze.

Come upstairs with me.

There was a brief eye contact, and the old fox, who was about to reach the top of Northeast China, "gave him orders".

…………

He didn't go back to the bedroom. He just went upstairs and avoided people. Then this extremely smart and handsome man became energetic.

With a gesture of his big hand, he led them straight into the study. As soon as they entered the room, he helped him onto the recliner. Shou Yi instructed Yu Fengzhi to pour hot tea, and he twisted a hot towel and handed it to him:
"Master, you too, there are so many people here today, if you really want to appreciate the Jiang family, why do you have to say it in front of everyone?"

"I just watched coldly and saw that Yang Yuting and Xu Shuzheng seemed a little unhappy..."

The Marshal took the hot towel but didn't rush to wipe his face. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed at her in the air: "What do you know, woman?"

It is true that women don’t understand.

Jiang Cheng, who was standing not far away, felt a chill down his spine: The old guy is using our Jiang family to bully Yang and Xu.

It seems that my guess was correct - the two of them have indeed begun to raise money and become independent under the name of the Fengtian Army.

Moreover, these two guys
"Xu Shuzheng is too good at playing... I have to show my knife."

Seeing the Marshal covering his face with a hot towel, Jiang Cheng finished speaking and clearly saw

The rough big hands trembled.

"You little bastard, your brain is really quick."

The Marshal slowly took off the towel and handed it to Shouyi, while accepting the tea handed to him by Yu Fengzhi, "There are some things that I know, but I don't know."

"But we have already eaten the 40 million worth of meat... and we are trying to find a way to get it out, right?"

Jiang Cheng understood his subtext and said with a lowered eyebrow: "He wants more than just that piece of meat. What Old Duan and Little Xu want is the big piece of meat of the entire Central Plains——"

"He treats us as his pawns... If he dares to take our Fengtian Army's money today, he will try to get his hands on our soldiers and territory in the future."

Ji Wen, who had seen the man in front of him too many times, knew very well that the only things the old man trusted deep down were soldiers and territory.

You can touch his money, but if you really want to get your hands on his soldiers and territory... then your life will be over.

"Hehehe...you kid, don't want to enter the customs either?"

The Marshal drank the tea in one gulp, looked at his two women, and smiled grimly, "Your father is smart, he wasn't fooled - but Ji Jinchun is not so smart, he has already entered Shanhaiguan and is waiting in Luanzhou!"

A troop really went there. So, would Lao Duan think that the Fengtian Army was still leaning towards him at this time?

Facts have proved that he was stupid. The more realistically the Marshal acted now, the more cruel he will be when he turns against Feng Huafu and beats him together in the future!

Jiang Cheng said nothing.

He knew everything clearly, but he didn't know why the Marshal revealed these things to him at this time.

Could it be that the marriage with Zhang Tingxue has won his trust to the greatest extent?

It’s unlikely... If the old fox trusted me so easily, he would not be the warlord with dirty hands.

"If you don't want to go, then go ahead. It will help us get a feel for the depth of the water."

At this point, the Marshal suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Where is you, kid?"

what?
Jiang Cheng was startled and quickly raised his head to look back.

Those cold, falcon-like eyes were staring at him.

"Master, what are you talking about? Am I going to enter the customs as well... This is not appropriate, Siping is the only one who can do this."

Before he could finish his words, the Marshal interrupted him impatiently: "What are you thinking, you little brat? I mean, you should go with the kid from the Feng family."

Jiang Cheng was slightly shocked.

Suddenly, she understood: "I understand, Master Shuai. You want me to go to Beijing with Feng Yong to bring his father back, right?"

In fact, even if this hadn't happened, he was planning to go with Feng Yong -

I had discussed with my wife, who knew French, that we would go to the capital to meet the French consul and purchase a large number of their equipment;
If Wu Dashetou didn't want to eat the piece of meat from the Feng family, then he should have eaten it; Marshal Zhang had already agreed to save his third brother, so why didn't he step forward and do a favor?
However, Jiang Cheng was in no mood to form an alliance with the Feng family: Even though Feng Yong would become an official in the future and the head of the Northeast Air Force,

But his sphere of activities never left the Marshal's sight - if he wanted to grow stronger, he could socialize with him, but he couldn't get too close to him, and the interactions couldn't be too frequent.

"How about it, can this matter be settled for me?"

Zhang Dashuai said in a steady voice, "Also, your brother Pingchuan has gone to visit his mother's family, right? As for what you should do, I don't need to tell you any more, right?"

Jiang Cheng actually thought of this reason.

Pingchuan has always been a straightforward person. Even if he followed Cao Shiying into the capital and Tianjin, he wouldn't be able to find out anything.

The entire Fengtian Army was aware of his relationship with Hai Pingchuan. If they asked him to go now, it would obviously be to use this relationship to spy on the Zhili Army.

Jiang Cheng bowed slightly and nodded, going over with him what he had figured out and some details; the Marshal sent him away with a smile, waving his hand for Yu Fengzhi to see him off.

Jiang Cheng pretended to be a little nervous. When he went out, Xishun was standing at the door. Seeing them going out side by side, he gave up the action of coming up to hug him.

"Young grandma!"

She was polite enough, but her eyes kept glancing at Jiang Cheng.

"We have to spend the rest of the day together, Brother Xishun!"

Jiang Cheng smiled and replied, and bowed to Feng Zhi, "Young Madam, please stay... I have..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Fengzhi interrupted him coldly: "Why, is Siping's chief garrison commander Jiang busy with official duties?"

What do you mean by this?
Before Jiang Cheng could ask, Yu Fengzhi gently tugged at the bright red shawl outside her royal blue cheongsam and took the lead in walking along the aisle.

(End of this chapter)