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Chapter 29 [Auntie Jiaomei in the Republic of China]

The military summit was arranged at Mr. Mo's home.

Mr. Mo's house has rockery pavilions, pavilions and swimming pools, and the scenery is pleasant. The leaders of various domestic armies gather here. It doesn't seem like a military-related event. It is more appropriate to say it is a leisurely play.

In fact it is.

Shangxian and the others arrived at Mo Mansion on time with the invitation, and were warmly received by Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo. After a few days, they were always entertained with good food and drink, but the military summit never started.

The other people who were entertained didn't seem to be in a hurry either. They played around the city contentedly, riding horses, archery, watching operas, and listening to music. They had a great time.

It seemed that except for Shangxian and his team, everyone else had forgotten about the military summit.

Shangxian patiently played with them for a while, and after realizing that these people were even more unreliable than she imagined, she started to act.

She ordered the whole team in the General's Mansion to quickly pack up their things and leave Mo's Mansion an hour later.

The commotion was intentionally loud, attracting Mr. Mo who was cheerful all day long.

"Oh, Miss Lan, what are you doing?"

Miss Lan's voice was cool: "Go home."

Mr. Mo became anxious. He took out a small handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I, Miss Dilan, why are you in such a hurry? Let's play for a few more days! Look, everyone hasn't left yet."

Shangxian didn't listen, and still ordered the soldiers to pack their luggage.

Seeing that they were indifferent, Mr. Mo knew that it was useless to play the tenderness card, so he could only say: "Miss Na Lan, if you have any dissatisfaction, you have to tell Lao Mo. Lao Mo's hospitality is not good, you have to take care of it."

Seeing that Mr. Mo was finally on the way, Shangxian stopped his hands, crossed his arms and said, "Then I'll just say a few words, and you don't mind."

"I don't mind, I don't mind." Mr. Mo repeatedly replied, how dare he be angry with Miss Lan?

Shangxian looked down at the short fat man in front of her, and knew that Mr. Mo was just a middleman, but it was enough to have this middleman convey her attitude, so she asked Mr. Mo, "Why do you think we came?"

Of course, he came here for the military summit, Mr. Mo knew it clearly, but he also knew that except Miss Lan, the other bosses didn’t care about the military summit of Lao Shizi, so he deliberately pretended to be confused and squeezed out a kind smile : "Could it be that you have taken a fancy to Lao Mo's small courtyard and come here for vacation?"

The short fat man was playing sloppy with her again, Shang Xian's voice became cold: "No."

"Then..." Old Mo was forced to break out in cold sweat by Shangxian's gradually cooling eyes. He stood on the spot and followed Shangxian and froze for a while, then finally sighed and said, "Miss Lan, I'll just say Well, I know that you are the only one who really came to the summit, but the others don’t think so, so I can only give you a message.”

After that, Lao Mo dragged his chubby body and turned away. When he reached the door, he seemed worried again, and turned around with a smile on his face: "Miss Lan, I'll ask you for you. Have fun here for a while, but don't go away."

Shangxian's tone was still very flat: "Stay for one more day at most."

"Ugh!"

Mr. Mo agreed, but he was very worried. This Miss Lan was not easy to deal with.

Long Love Theater.

The theater was reserved by warlords from all over the place, and the guards were scattered around the theater to keep watch. The warlords and their concubines sat in groups of three or four with their wives.

The table is full of gourmet delicacies, and Huadan on the stage is singing to a climax.

All the warlords are drinking soju, hugging their aunts and wives, and listening to a little song, how cool it is.

Mr. Mo walked into the courtyard on small steps, and what he saw was such a scene of comfort and enjoyment, he didn't even dare to speak.

He took his steps more lightly, trying not to disturb these big brothers, until he stood silently behind these warlords for a long time.
"Ah! Why are you so silent, it's really frightening to death!"

The concubine of a warlord finally noticed Mr. Mo.

Wang Dazhu, a warlord in the Southwest area, felt the restlessness of his concubine, who looked like a frightened little rabbit in his arms, and turned around with a tiger's eyes: "Who!?"

"Ah, so it's Mr. Mo!" Everyone's attention was attracted, another warlord's concubine smiled coquettishly, and the atmosphere suddenly eased.

Mr. Mo quickly responded: "It's me, I'm really sorry everyone!"

"What are you doing here?" Wang Dazhu, General Wang has a straightforward personality, and he doesn't like to deal with people like Mr. Mo who like to be sloppy. He asked straight to the point.

Mr. Mo looked at the warlords who all turned around and stared at him, and the pressure doubled for a moment. He took out his small handkerchief and wiped the sweat that was constantly breaking out, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva before he stabilized Taking a steady breath, he said, "Actually, it's not a big deal, that is, General Wei asked me to ask when the meeting will be held?"

"General Wei?" General Wang couldn't think of such a person for a while.

"Oh, it's that Miss Lan." His aunt whispered close to his ear.

General Meng, who was sitting closest to the stage, kept silent, but now he spoke instead: "The meeting will naturally be held when it should be held."

However, Mr. Meng's words are obviously playing Tai Chi.

Hearing this, the beads of sweat on Mr. Mo's forehead became denser. I think that arrogant Ms. Lan would definitely not accept such a perfunctory result, but he didn't dare to make mistakes in front of these big bosses, so he had to try his best. Persuade again: "Miss Ke Lan said that if there is no meeting, she will leave."

As soon as General Wang spat out the shell of the melon seeds, he waved his hands indifferently and said, "I don't care about Miss Lan and Miss Hong."

"Hey, buddy." General Meng tried to persuade him, thinking to himself, the idiot general Wang Dazhu who was born in the countryside really doesn't know the importance of what he said, and Miss Lan who was born in Suiyuyuan can be ignored, but we can't care about General Wei behind her. Don't weigh it.

General Meng still had a bit of prestige among these warlords from all walks of life. He bowed his head and stroked his mustache for a while, thinking about it for a while, and then said in charge: "This meeting must be held, but we must choose a time when all the big guys are free. Go and ask Miss Xia Lan," he paused for a moment of hesitation, and then said again, "How does Miss Lan think about the meeting the day after tomorrow?"

"Got it!"

Mr. Mo breathed a sigh of relief when he got the words. This Miss Lan is not easy to provoke, and General Meng is even more difficult to provoke when she looks elegant.

Mr. Mo left with his words, and Hua Dan, who was forced to stop the performance on the stage, spoke again, with a melodious voice, like an oriole singing, faintly reminiscent of Miss Lan's demeanor back then.
(End of this chapter)