Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

A wave of waves has risen again.

The Anti-Japanese War came to an end, and the Liberation War broke out again.

On the day the Liberation War broke out, Cong also received calls from both the Nanjing government and the Communist Party.

"Cong Ye."

Uncle Ye explained to Cong Ye over there: "We don't want to fight, we want to liberate the whole of China peacefully, but it's impossible! Old Chiang Kai-shek doesn't agree! We must fight this war! We can't live up to the expectations of the people!"

In the past 12 years, Cong Ye's image as a patriotic industrialist has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Not only did he invest in rescuing the people and spending all his wealth to purchase military supplies and war preparations, he also personally rushed to the front line to treat the wounded.

His name spread throughout almost the entire Northwest.

Therefore, Cong Ye still needs to be informed about such a major event as the Liberation War.

Cong also knows, Cong also understands.

"I always stand on the side of the people, Uncle Ye."

Uncle Ye smiled: "Then I'll be relieved."

After hanging up the phone, Cong Ye sighed.

After a while, there was another call from Mr. Song, the representative of the Nanjing government.

The content of Mr. Song's words was completely opposite to Uncle Ye's.

The purpose of calling Cong Ye is also very simple, that is, to obtain Cong Ye's funding.

Cong Ye was silent for a long time before asking Mr. Song seriously:

"Mr. Song, where is your eldest son?"

Mr. Song didn't know why, so he told the truth: "My eldest son has gone to the United States a long time ago to help the Anti-Japanese War!"

The aid was fake, but the money put into the pockets of the Song family was real.

"What about your second son?"

Cong Ye asked again.

Where did the good official who was considered honest and fair by the people of Nanjing go?

Mr. Song chuckled: "Mr. Wu, my second son is the one negotiating with the Communist Party this time!"

Of course, the result was clear, the talks collapsed.

A touch of sarcasm filled Cong Ye's heart.

People's hearts are really complicated.

A romantic and wanton face appeared in Cong Ye's mind.

To be honest, until now, it is hard for Cong to believe that the one who really sacrificed his life for China's war of resistance was the seemingly inconspicuous Song Yunxu.

"I won't support you anymore, you can just take care of yourself."

Cong was too lazy to make excuses with them anymore and hung up the phone.

He got up and walked towards the door of Hong Mansion. He wanted to go to Zhang Mansion.

Zhang House.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Adjutant Zhang looked at the angry Buddha and sighed silently.

Zhang Qishan threw the newspaper in his hand heavily on the table, with irrepressible anger in his voice:

"What does it mean?"

"The war has just ended and started again!"

"This time it's our own people fighting our own people!"

"The government can't take care of the people!"

News of the civil war between the Nanjing government and the Communist Party naturally reached Zhang Qishan's ears.

As a senior officer of the Kuomintang, Zhang Qishan received a call from his superiors this morning.

His superiors asked him to stick to the Changsha front and eliminate the Communist Party in Changsha and surrounding areas.

Zhang Qishan has a very good opinion of the Communist Party, or in other words, he has a good opinion of every truly patriotic political party.

If his superiors asked him to kill the Japanese, he would never hesitate, but if he was asked to raise the butcher knife towards his compatriots who had fought alongside him, how could he do it?

What's more, the Anti-Japanese War has only ended not long ago. If the war breaks out again, the people will be plunged into the flames of war.

"Lord Buddha," the adjutant asked worriedly, "then what should we do?"

Zhang Qishan pinched his eyebrows with a headache and stood there thinking.

"Lord Buddha, Young Master Cong Ye from the second master's house is here."

At this time, the steward stepped forward to report.

There was a smile in his eyes. Master Fo had always liked Young Master Cong Ye in the Second Master's house the most.

Master Cong Ye is here, maybe he can ease Buddha's mood at this time.

Zhang Qishan was stunned for a moment, his frown relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips involuntarily:

"Please."

More than half of the soldiers of the Zhang Mansion died in the War of Resistance Against Japan. Now the soldiers guarding the Zhang Mansion are all newly recruited soldiers. Many of them have never even seen Cong Ye, so naturally they will not let him go like before. Come in.

The steward smiled and said, "Yes."

Cong didn't mind being stopped, as Zhang's soldiers were just doing their duty.

Cong Ye saw the steward running towards him from a distance and said to Cong Ye:

"Master Cong, have you been waiting for a long time? Lord Buddha invites you in!"

Cong shook his head indifferently: "It didn't take long."

Stepping into the living room of Zhang's villa, Cong Ye immediately saw Zhang Qishan and his adjutant sitting on the sofa.

He walked towards Zhang Qishan, sat down on a separate sofa, and glanced at the newspaper pages on the coffee table.

"It's rare that you come to me today."

Zhang Qishan stared at Cong Ye teasingly.

After Cong Ye returned to Changsha, he stayed in Hongfu and did not go out except for the next day when he took the initiative to visit and let everyone meet.

"I have business with you today."

Cong came here for the liberation war. He asked straight to the point:

"What are you going to do about the war between the Communist Party and the Kuomintang?"

Zhang Qishan is a senior officer of the Kuomintang and a patriot. He must be in a dilemma now during the war with the Communist Party.

Zhang Qishan looked at Cong Ye steadily, sighed, and fell on the newspaper on the table, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

"This is bothering me."

In addition to being a general, he is also a politician.

There is no conclusion yet on who will win between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, and many people are already taking sides.

"Stop being upset and join the Communist Party."

Cong Ye was so straightforward that Zhang Qishan and the adjutant were stunned.

After a long time, Zhang Qishan couldn't help laughing: "So direct?"

Cong Ye raised his eyebrows: "Don't waste time."

Zhang Qishan's eyes were serious, he looked at Cong Ye and said:

"During your 12 years abroad, I know that you have had deep contact with the Communist Party, but taking sides is not a trivial matter."

"Of course I know it's not a trivial matter," Cong was equally serious. "Do you think I just said it casually? Or am I leaning towards the Communist Party?"

He pointed to the newspaper in front of him and asked Zhang Qishan: "I thought you should be aware of the current situation, right? The Communist Party of today is no longer the Communist Party of the past! No matter in terms of armaments, manpower and material resources, or morale, the Kuomintang cannot compete!"

"This is a war that the Kuomintang will lose!"

Cong also believed that Zhang Qishan would figure it out.

Zhang Qishan's political acumen has always been very high, he just needs time to buffer.

After all, he had been an officer of the Kuomintang for 20 years, so it was impossible for him to immediately betray the party and join the Communist Party.

"My message has been delivered, I'm leaving first."

Cong also stood up.

His wrist was grabbed by Zhang Qishan.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Zhang Qishan in front of him.

"Don't leave yet, sit down for a while."

Zhang Qishan's voice sounded a little lonely.

Cong Ye sighed inwardly and patted his shoulder comfortingly: "It's not your problem, it's that the Kuomintang has abandoned its original beliefs and failed to stick to its original aspirations. The current Kuomintang is no longer what it was when it was first born. "