Old Movies of the Republic of China II

Zhang Zheng's trip was very low-key.

Everyone knows that there is a Marshal Zhang outside the customs, and also knows that his successor, Young Marshal Zhang, is young and promising, but few people have seen the true faces of these two father and son, even in photos.

And how could Zhang Shaoshuai, who was "severely injured due to the assassination and is recuperating at home", come to Tianjin after a long journey?

Qinghe waits for Zhang Zheng in the mansion, and he goes to visit a great local scholar.

Zhang Yishan won the world on horseback, but he knew that he could not rule the world on horseback. "I got this position right away, but I can't rule it right away. If you don't give up on the local virtuous men, you should pay a lot of money to recruit them."

He has always attached great importance to the education issues in the three northeastern provinces. Fengtian University invites the best professors from all over the country, gives them the best salaries, and naturally trains the best students.Zhang Yishan even ordered the Ministry of Education to send ambitious, knowledgeable, and enthusiastic students to study abroad.

As Zhang Yishan's only son, how could Zhang Zheng not pay attention to education?

Qing He held a book that Zhang Zheng brought back from Germany, trying to translate it into Chinese.

He has studied opera for so many years, and his singing skills are often praised by the most picky masters. Of course, it cannot be bad, but when it comes to German, his tongue is no longer dexterous.

Zhang Zheng once teased him, saying that you should sing your play obediently, don't waste your time on it.

Qinghe has worked hard for a long time, but there is no benefit, so he has no choice but to let go of this way and work hard on paper instead.

There was a knock on the door, Qing He rubbed the back of her neck and said, "Come in."

One of Zhang Zheng's bodyguards, Wang Yongze from Shandong, opened the door and said, "Young Master ordered you to go see him."

Qing He put down the bookmark, closed the book, nodded and said: "I'll change into clothes."

restaurant.

Qinghe untied the scarf, and the waiter took it with both hands, and put it away properly.

Zhang Zheng sat on the opposite side, tugged at his tie, and said with a worried face: "These so-called great scholars have eyes that grow to the top of their heads. I really feel that those few drops of ink in my stomach are so amazing. I am so anxious that I will die with a shot." killed him!"

He rarely showed such a frustrated and angry look, Qinghe couldn't help asking: "Did that Mr. Wu say something?"

"Don't mention it," Zhang Zheng poured down a glass of cold water and said, "Even if he wants to go in the future, I will never invite him!"

Qing He was a little amused, and patted his hand lightly across the table covered with a beautiful tablecloth, "Don't be so aggressive, he won't go, there are others, we don't have to have him."

He thought for a while, and then said: "I remember hearing someone mention it before, saying that there was a Mr. Tang Songnian, who was a successor of the previous dynasty, but he couldn't bear the humiliation of the officialdom and resigned to return to his hometown. Young master, why don't you ask him , Would you like to coach with us?"

Zhang Zheng frowned: "Tang Songnian? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Qing He pursed her lips and smiled, "Mr. Tang doesn't like to be in the limelight, he's different from those people who show their faces all day long, don't study hard and only want to be published in newspapers."

"I'll ask someone to inquire about it." Zhang Zheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and said, "Let's eat something first."

Naturally, it was a very hearty meal. Braised squab in butter, German-style steak, canned beef, red cabbage soup, and even a lot of green grass. He quietly touched his round belly and said embarrassedly: " Young Master, I ate too much."

Zhang Zheng raised his chin: "There are two more desserts, you can try them, I'll go and explain something to Changshun first."

Changshun and several bodyguards were outside the hotel. Zhang Zheng never liked being around too many people, but after the thrilling assassination, he still decided to put safety first.

Through the glass window, Qinghe saw the major general put his hands on Changshun's shoulders, whispering something in his ear, and in such a short time, he already had a cigarette in his hand.

Song Yinzhe has been paying attention to the boy sitting by the window for a long time.

He has waist-length blue hair, black and straight, which is different from the horrific hair of those so-called modern girls who have been tortured. His small face is white, and his lips are as tender as rose petals. It's also a pretty watery red.

He was wearing a white shirt, light brown trousers, and a slender waist that could not be grasped.

Song Yinzhe couldn't help thinking how cool it would be if he could hold his waist in his hands.

He didn't even bother to look at the man sitting across from the boy. His heart felt like being scratched by a kitten's paw. This boy was too much for him.

Yes, he likes men.

Especially, such a beautiful boy.

When the seat opposite the boy was empty, Song Yinzhe couldn't hold back his eagerness to move anymore.

He walked up to the boy, smiled, bent down, put one hand on the back of his chair, and pressed the table with the other, "If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I really can't imagine that there is such a perfect boy as you in the world."

Qinghe put down the silver fork in surprise, and said at a loss: "You...?"

Song Yinzhe was quite conceited about his appearance and demeanor. He sat down and looked at the boy with his eyes, "If I'm not wrong, you are not from Tianjin, are you? Are you here to play? I grew up in Tianjin, I am very familiar with everything here, if you want, I can show you around - by the way, I haven't told you my name yet, my name is Song Yinzhe, how about you?"

He said a lot of words, and he could hear Qinghe clouded and foggy: "I—"

Before he finished speaking, a powerful hand clasped his shoulders and led him to stand up.

"What's his name has nothing to do with you, get out of here, or I'll break your leg."