Old Movies of the Republic of China II

In the early hours of the morning, the sons and brothers in the villa were scattered. Zhang Jinxin grabbed his hair and looked worriedly at the sleeping Wang Xinyi: "I still have to serve this ancestor!"

Qing He was very sleepy, and said: "There is an empty room on the first floor, Jin Xin, you and Xin Yi, feel wronged."

Zhang Zheng didn't even give him a look, and went upstairs with his arms around Qinghe's shoulders.

"Baby, let's see how much money I won today." Zhang Zheng put a stack of coupons into Qing He's hands, and took a shower by himself.

When he came out, Qing He raised his head and smiled, and said, "Young Master, there are 2 yuan."

Li Ding worked tirelessly for a month, but he could only earn [-] silver dollars. To them, this stack of ocean tickets was just an addition to a night of playing cards.

Zhang Zheng raised his chin: "Here you go, take it and go buy something you like."

"I don't have anything I want, so it's better to use it for investment. Zheng, Zong Yuan talked to me about opening a coal mine. I want to ask you first, will this make the commander-in-chief unhappy?"

"Coal mine?"

Qing He nodded and said: "In Heishan County, according to Tso Yuan, there are tens of millions of tons of reserves. It is really a good thing for the Northeast and our family to open them up."

Zhang Zheng went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of red wine, poured himself a glass, looked at Qing He with raised eyebrows and said, "Drink it as you want, don't care what he thinks."

Qinghe couldn't laugh or cry: "This is not something I can open if I want to. The opening of a coal mine requires the approval of the government. That is to say, it needs your father's nod."

"He has so many things to do, how can he take care of them? Those people in the Mining Bureau are all free?"

"No, what I mean is, if this mine is really as good as Tong Yuan said, I can't open this mine without his knowledge." Qing He said: "I was thinking, Zheng, can you help Let me talk to the commander-in-chief and ask him what he means?"

Zhang Zheng shook his wine glass: "I understand, you want me to bow my head to him."

Qinghe walked up to him and said softly: "How can you say that you are bowing your head between father and son? The matter must be resolved. No matter what, you have to explain your thoughts clearly to the commander-in-chief."

"How do you know I didn't tell you?"

"Ok?"

"He doesn't want to hear it, it doesn't matter how many times I say it."

Qinghe said: "Perhaps you were not in a good mood at the time, and the commander-in-chief was so angry. Zheng, we can choose an appropriate time, such as when the commander-in-chief is in a good mood, and analyze the pros and cons for him."

Zhang Zheng was noncommittal, drank the red wine in one gulp, put the wine glass on the wine cabinet, then picked up Qing He, "I'm sleepy, I don't want to hear this."

Qinghe knew the principle of step-by-step, leaned in his arms obediently, and closed her eyes.

It was eleven o'clock when they woke up the next day.

Qinghe moved, and then found that Zhang Zheng's bracelet was around his waist. It didn't take much effort, but he didn't move well in this position.

Zhang Zheng opened his eyes, his voice was deep and hoarse after sleep: "Get up."

Breakfast, or lunch, was very rich. Wang Xinyi came out wearing crumpled clothes and sat down to eat.

Zhang Zheng glanced at him and asked, "Where's Jin Xin?"

"I'm brushing my teeth," Wang Xinyi yawned and complained, "I opened my eyes and realized that I was kicked under the bed by him, no wonder I slept so uncomfortable."

"Are you fucking uncomfortable? I'm still not feeling well, who the hell wants to sleep in the same bed with you!"

Zhang Jinxin pulled out a chair, scanned the food on the table, and said, "What time is this? Why do you only eat this? Hey, who, yes, it's you, bring me a few slices of bread, I can I don’t want to be so tired of eating early in the morning.”

The maid said: "But, but there is no bread."

Qinghe smiled and said, "Don't make things difficult for her. I don't like western food, so I don't have any preparations here. If you don't like it, why don't you ask them to prepare some porridge or something?"

"Well, I'd better do as the Romans do."

After eating "breakfast", Zhang Zheng was going to the martial arts hall. Zhang Jinxin waved his hand and said that he wanted to go home and have a good sleep, so he would not go with him. Wang Xinyi also smiled wryly and said that he wanted to go back and clean up.

"You fucking come here just to sleep?" Zhang Zheng glanced at him.

Qing He stood in front of Zhang Zheng and straightened his neckline. The military uniform of the Northeast Army looked very energetic and heroic, but it was not necessarily comfortable. Zhang Zheng would unbutton it whenever he was at home.

Wang Xinyi smiled awkwardly: "I haven't slept well these two days."

Zhang Zheng said coldly: "I don't think you didn't sleep well, but you want to burn cigarettes again."

"Zheng, I finally made up my mind to quit. Don't hit me like this."

Zhang Jinxin echoed, "That's right, Xinyi is considered a prodigal son."

Zhang Zheng didn't say anything else, he had hopes for Wang Xinyi to quit smoking, but not too much, if he could quit, would he have quit early?Still fucking delay until today?

He looked at Qing He, "What are you doing today?"

"I made an appointment with a friend in the afternoon, and then... I will go home and see the godmother and the two children."

Zhang Zheng nodded, and went out with Zhang Jinxin and others.

There were two cars parked in front of Liansheng. Hou Xiao got off one of them, saluted Zhang Zheng and the others, and then opened the door.

The appointed "friend" is Feng Yafang.

Qinghe is very glad that she can know this extroverted, lively and cheerful friend. In her eyes, everyone seems to be good, and she can get along well with everyone. No matter how introverted or gloomy people see her smile There will be less resistance.

"Zi Ran, come here, we are here!"

Feng Yafang beckoned to Qinghe.

Qing He smiled at her, and immediately turned his attention to the thin and gloomy man beside her, this is the man he noticed twice in the club, the last time he wanted to talk to her, but was disturbed by Wang Jun Bureau.

Feng Yafang introduced the two: "Zijing, this is Zhang Ziran, the godson of Marshal Zhang. Ziran, this is Min Zijing, my good friend."

Min Zijing frowned with a cold expression, "You called and said you were in a bad mood, and you asked me to go shopping with you, just to trick me into meeting an irrelevant person?"

"Marshal Zhang's son" did not make Min Zijing restrain his weird temper, he even stood up and wanted to leave.

Feng Yafang quickly grabbed him, "Zijing, you're going too far with 'cheat', I just want to introduce a friend to you."

Min Zijing sat back with an expression of displeasure.

Feng Yafang laughed, "Then you talk, my friend is still waiting for me."

With hostility on Min Zijing's face, he asked: "Master Zhang, we should not know each other well, I haven't even talked to you, have I?"

"Of course not, Mr. Min, I just admire your writing and just want to get to know you."

"My writing?"

Qing He nodded, "I saw your published articles in newspapers and magazines, and I have to say, Mr. Min, your views are very sharp."

Min Zijing was unmoved and said: "I have nothing to do, write something, I don't think I will violate any law, what, you are here to silence me?"

He asked for a reason.Because the writing style was too sharp, some bloody stabs hit some people's painful feet. Min Zijing was blocked several times, which also made the already cynical him even more withdrawn.Correspondingly, he rarely tells others his pen name, in order to avoid trouble.

And recently, Min Zijing published an article titled "The Martial Arts Wronged the Country".

Taking it for granted, he was talking about the father and son Zhang Yishan and Zhang Zheng.

Qinghe said indifferently: "Mr. Min, why should I shut you up? I don't read as many books as you, but I also understand each truth, which is fair and comfortable. What you wrote in the newspaper is not important, it is important What matters is whether the people in the Northeast and the people in Fengtian are living a good life now."

Min Zijing looked at the young man in front of him, no, maybe he can't be called a man yet, he looks too young, obviously only in his teens.

"Now the economic and financial development momentum of the three northeastern provinces is indeed very good, but have you ever thought about it, with the Japanese and Russians watching, if it weren't for the army that you despise, would such a prosperous scene still exist?"

Min Zijing said, "I never said that I look down on the army. What I said was that Zhang Yishan and his son are militaristic. Most of the tax revenue is spent on his army. You don't have to change your mind."

Qinghe smiled slightly, looked into his eyes, and said sincerely: "But what kind of army can deter them? I don't know, and you don't know either. You think the commander spent too much money on the army, maybe He still thinks it’s not enough. After all, compared with Japan and Russia, our weapons and equipment are really too backward.”

Min Zijing's expression softened a little, but he still said: "The balance is indeed difficult to grasp, but it is obvious that Marshal Zhang is not satisfied with the status quo. Even with the Northeast, his ambition is not satisfied. He wants to enter the customs."

Qinghe said: "This is just a rumor. The commander once sent a telegram, saying that he had no such intention."

Min Zijing sneered: "I never believe what these politicians say."

"But the commander-in-chief is not a politician, he is a soldier."

Min Zijing's attitude was much better than at the beginning, Qinghe looked very sincere, and spoke slowly, without any aggressive attitude, and he was very comfortable getting along with him.

Feng Yafang was right. He really needed a friend. It didn't feel good to confine himself in a small world. No matter how many people he hated, there would be someone he liked.

After chatting for a while, Qinghe proposed the idea of ​​starting a newspaper.

Min Zijing's face froze, and he said, "You want to control the newspapers and public opinion? This is going too far."

There are more than a dozen newspapers in Fengtian, large and small, run by Japanese, Chinese, and Sino-Japanese joint ventures, but none of them belong to the Zhang family—at least, on the surface.

"Zijing, you are too sensitive."

Min Zijing sneered and said, "Really? I still think I'm too slow, and I actually chatted with you for two hours. We don't agree with each other, so I'll go first."

He picked up his coat and left without looking back.

Qinghe didn't get angry, but just looked at his back calmly until he disappeared.