Old Movies of the Republic of China II

The construction of the porcelain factory is in full swing. Although Qinghe has never heard of the "German-style Haffmann wheel kiln", he believes in Du Zhongyuan, his enthusiasm for serving the country and the kiln industry he studied in Japan for six years.

To Qinghe's surprise, Hou Yuzhi was not present when they met again.

Du Zhongyuan adjusted his glasses and said, "Zi Ran, Wang Yuan, the factory will be officially put into production next month."

The porcelain factory was named "Fengtian Xinmin Kiln Industry Co., Ltd." Du Zhongyuan raised 25 shares, totaling [-] Feng Dayang, and he acted as the general manager.

Of course, the establishment of the kiln company cannot rely on the support of Qinghe alone. In fact, besides Zhang Zheng, Zhang Yishan also has shares, and there are countless investors from the government and business circles. It is not easy to deal with them. Fortunately, now With Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan is just 25 years old this year. He is very motivated and a young man full of fighting spirit.

He and Du Zhongyuan are very speculative, meeting for the first time is like an old friend who has known each other for many years.

Qinghe trusts Wang Yuan not only because of his manner of speaking or his desire to prove his ability, but also because his father is Zhang Yishan's favorite general and the director of the Finance Department he trusts most.As long as Wang Yuan is still sane, it is impossible to do anything that harms Qing He's interests.

"I have to congratulate you, Zhong Yuan, your ambition can finally be realized." Wang Yuanchao Du Zhongyuan raised his teacup and said, "I use tea instead of wine, and I wish the kiln company a successful opening."

Du Zhongyuan smiled, "Let's wait until the opening reception. I have prepared the invitation card, and you two must appreciate it then."

He took out two exquisite invitations from his briefcase and put them on the table.

Wang Yuan looked at it and said with a smile, "Whose handwriting is this? It's really well written."

"Your Excellency is absurd, I am just a small skill."

"Yo, you wrote it? Brother Zhongyuan, I didn't expect you to have such a good handwriting!" Wang Yuan half-truthfully said: "Nowadays there are not many people who can write well with a brush."

Qinghe said: "Zhongyuan, why didn't you see sister Yuzhi today?"

Wang Yuan also said: "I am also puzzled, you and your wife have always been inseparable from Meng, but you are the only one meeting these few times."

Du Zhongyuan said unnaturally: "She...she has her own business to attend to."

Qinghe and Wang Yuan glanced at each other, both felt that there was an article in it, but out of politeness, they didn't ask further.

After lunch in the restaurant, Du Zhongyuan called a rickshaw back to the company.

"Wang Yuan, where are you going? I'll see you off."

Wang Yuan was also polite, got into the car with his tie on, and said, "I'll go home and sleep first, and I'm going to visit the spinning mill in the afternoon."

The "spinning factory" is called Fengtian Spinning Factory, which was just built this year.

Zhang Yishan's family wealth is quite rich, in addition to real money, he also invested and took shares in many industrial and commercial enterprises. He has many capable people under his command, but at Zhang Zheng's request, he still gave Qinghe a lot of things.

Qinghe smiled lightly, "Those who are able do more work."

Wang Yuan shook his head: "What kind of work is this, Ziran, let me tell you, if we want to make money, we can't rely on the shares given by the commander in chief, we have to rely on ourselves."

"Do you have any idea?"

Wang Yuan chuckled, "Du Zhongyuan is not the only one who wants to set up factories and start businesses in Northeast China?"

Xinmin Kiln Company is Qinghe's first investment company, even if Wang Yongjiang personally told him that he would not pay him, he can't be completely relieved.After Wang Yuan came over, he helped Du Zhongyuan do a lot of things. His father was a celebrity in front of the commander. With him around, all the procedures went smoothly.

"Since you opened your mouth, you must have an idea." Qing He said: "You might as well talk to me."

"I'll take another look and I'll tell you if I think it's right." Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "I don't dare to say things that I'm not sure about, or I'll be embarrassed when the time comes."

After sending off Wang Yuan, the car drove back to the commander's mansion.

Zhang Zheng was teasing the two children, Zhang Sheng yelled and jumped on him, showing his two front teeth and smiling happily, but Zhang Rui played with toys in silence, not even looking at his father.

"Ruirui, come, eat chestnuts."

Qing He put down the paper bag and peeled the chestnuts for him.

Zhang Ruidao: "Qing He, where have you been?"

Qinghe was used to him calling her own name, and replied: "I went to talk business with someone, what are you doing at home?"

"Letters."

Qinghe smiled, "How many words can you recognize?"

Zhang Rui raised his chin, "Many."

Qinghe stuffed a small piece of fried chestnuts into his mouth, and stuffed another piece into Zhang Sheng's mouth.

He glanced at Zhang Zheng, peeled another one, handed it over and said, "Zheng, do you want to eat it? I tried one before, and it was quite delicious."

Zhang Zheng hummed, but didn't move.Qing He hesitated for a moment, cleared his throat, and gently handed the peeled chestnut to his mouth.

Zhang Zheng ate the chestnut, and at the same time touched Qing He's fingertip intentionally or unintentionally.

Qinghe sat down next to him, "I see that there are a few Japanese military officers over there in the chamber, what happened?"

"A Japanese died," Zhang Zheng said, "I don't know what his identity is, they are very nervous."

Qing He was taken aback, "How did you die?"

Zhang Zheng sneered and said, "In the brothel, someone shot him in the head."

Qing He was thoughtful: "It seems that the person's status is not low, even the ambassador has come."

"It's just that I don't know who did it," Zhang Zheng said. "In the past two years, many capable people have come to Fengtian, and some of them don't even know the identity of my father."

The phone rang.

Zhang Zheng said, "Bring it here."

A maid handed the phone to him, Zhang Zheng picked up the receiver, and after hearing what the person on the other end said, he said, "Yo, Brother Ben."

Wang Xianben?

Zhang Zheng lit a cigarette and said, "When you make a phone call, nothing good will happen."

He handed the phone to Qinghe, Qinghe listened to a few words, said he understood, and hung up the phone.

"what's up?"

Qinghe gestured to the maids, telling them to retreat first, and the two nurses also went out, and he said: "Hou Yuzhi, the wife of the general manager of the porcelain factory, you have seen it too, you should remember it? I thought she It's not easy, just let Wang Xianben send someone to watch her, and there is nothing unusual for such a long time, I originally planned to let people stop following her. But Wang Xianben just said that she was injured last night."

Qing He paused, and added: "It's a gunshot wound."

Zhang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Such a coincidence?"

Qinghe smiled complicatedly: "I also think it's too coincidental."

Zhang Zheng recalled Hou Yuzhi's actions and said, "Whether she killed the Japanese or not, this woman is really not simple."

Zhang Ruian listened to them quietly, while Zhang Sheng played with toys impatiently.

"Then, do you want to tell the commander-in-chief?"

Zhang Zheng shook his head and said, "Let's go visit Mrs. Du first. It's a pity that such a capable person is not used by me."

Zhao Mansion.

Du Zhongyuan's face was pale, looking at Hou Yuzhi lying on the bed with a pale face.

He knew that something would happen. He often walks by the river without wet shoes. The gun represents killing and blood. The person holding it cannot be like an ordinary person, but will be accompanied by death.

Zhao Man sighed, "Yuzhi, don't blame me, Zhong Yuan is your husband, I think you will feel better with him at this time."

Hou Yuzhi slowly rolled her eyes, looked at Du Zhongyuan, her voice was hoarse but not weak: "I'm not going to die, what are you doing here?"

Her vicious voice made Du Zhongyuan's eyes red, "You are hurt, I want to be with you!"

Hou Yuzhi snorted and mocked: "Didn't you always hate me for controlling you? You should be happy if I was injured or died, so that no one will control you in the future. You want to put your wife and your daughter No one cares about receiving Fengtian.”

Zhao Man shook his head and said helplessly: "Yuzhi, you have always been a rational person, why are you acting your temper now? Zhong Yuan is worried about you, I just called him and he hurried back. Just stop talking about it."

Looking at the gauze wrapped around Hou Yuzhi's back and the blood oozing out of it, Du Zhongyuan's heart clenched tightly, and he couldn't help but ask, "Does it hurt?"

Just as Hou Yuzhi was about to speak, his face suddenly changed, "Zhao Man, someone is here!"

Zhao Man's reaction was not slow, but she was still a step late. A man in military uniform pointed a gun at the back of her head and threatened sharply, "If you don't want to die, don't move!"

Zhao Man raised both hands and stepped aside under his push.

Du Zhongyuan stood in front of the bed, sternly shouted: "Who are you? This is Fengtian, what do you want to do when you break into someone else's house?!"

A tall man stepped into the room, Du Zhongyuan was stunned: "Zhang...Major General?"

Hou Yuzhi said calmly: "Zhongyuan, you go out first, I have something to talk to Major General Zhang."

Du Zhongyuan shook his head: "I'm not going anywhere, I want to guard you here."

"Husband and wife are deeply in love, Mr. Du, Mrs. Du." Zhang Zheng smiled, sat down on the chair beside the bed, crossed his long legs, "Mrs. Du, we met once, I just Unexpectedly, you are far more attractive than the surface."

Hou Yuzhi gritted her teeth and sat up, trying her best to wrap her nightgown around her body calmly, "Major General Miao Zan, I'm just an ordinary person."

Zhang Zheng lit a cigarette and sighed with a smile: "Before I came, my father was still pestered by Daisuke Matsumoto, and asked him to give an explanation and find the murderer. Mrs. Du, do you think I should hand you over to him?"

Du Zhongyuan's eyes widened.

Hou Yuzhi said indifferently: "Major General, I am a Chinese, and I want to make some contributions to my country, isn't that too much?"

"Mrs. Du's so-called contribution is to embarrass my father?"

"You want to ask about the identity of the Japanese, so there's no need to beat around the bush." ​​Hou Yuzhi's face was covered with cold sweat from the pain, "I won't tell you his identity, but his purpose is to bribe or assassinate your father. The generals under his command."

Zhang Zheng stubbed out the cigarette, "Mrs. Du, who do you work for?"

Hou Yuzhi said coldly: "For my conscience."