Biography of Haiguo

Bar?About Lao Shen..."

"I know, there are rumors that he is dead." Li Yunling said indifferently: "But Mr. Xu, do you really believe that he will die so...so worthless?"

"You do not believe?"

"Yes, I don't believe it."

Li Yunling brushed the desert yellow sand blowing on his face, and spit out a few mouthfuls of sand in a uncomfortable way: "What the hell is this weather! Mr. Xu, let me tell you this, you told me in the letter before I wrote a sentence that the general told me, remember?"

"Remember." Xu Manshu said: "He did ask me to tell you that he is not Zhu Qizhen, but you want to be Yu Tingyi and know how to choose in front of the big picture. What does this sentence mean?"

Li Yunling didn't answer her question, but changed the subject: "I heard some good news on the way here: The Baiyue Dingbei King Army that besieged Liangzhou City the day before yesterday was captured by a group of soldiers on the way back home. Unidentified, but suspected to be intercepted and killed by the "Black Wind Rider" left over from the Yingfeng era. That is to say, by the time King Dingbei rushes back, Baiyue may have already changed hands."

"You mean..." Xu Manshu is so smart, she immediately understood the meaning of her words: "This is a move that Shen Changhe arranged in advance?"

"I can only say that there is such a possibility. Since the general can guess that Baiyue will take advantage of his troubles to attack Liangzhou, and can arrange the army to intercept and kill him in advance and cooperate with Baiyue's domestic rebel forces, then he must do it before leaving the southwest. The reason why I was allowed to stay in the southwest and given military command power was probably because I believed that only I could overcome all opinions and carry out according to his plan and arrangement."

Hearing this, Xu Manshu was almost in awe: "Xiao Lingling, you really treat each other with admiration for three days! How did you calculate so many facts?"

Li Yunling waved his hands wearily, and said: "It's just speculation, it may not come true. In fact, I also suspect that he is really dead. To be honest with you, my legs are still weak, I just can't cry. "

"Li Yunling, do you really like him?"

Unexpectedly, Xu Manshu asked such a gossip question. Li Yunling was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "I must like it! Ming people don't talk dark words. I really want to sleep with him, but I can only think about it." .If I were a man, maybe I wouldn’t have to worry so much. I love you and you don’t love me. Just raise a gun and fight for one night.”

Xu Manshu was shocked by her indifferent attitude and way of thinking that was too "advanced".She herself only likes women, but at least she still considers herself a woman, but Li Yunling...does she already consider herself a man?

"Get back to business." Li Yunling didn't seem to want to talk about this topic with her any more, and instead said, "I read the newsletter earlier, saying that Yang Huaizhong's territory in the northwest region was basically occupied by us. Is it true?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Xu Manshu's face showed a little satisfaction: "Of course it's true, this is Shen..."

Before she finished speaking, she closed her mouth regretfully.Li Yunling understood everything now, and immediately narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered: "Okay, Mr. Xu, you really know everything, and you still pretend to be stupid with me!"

Old and New Era ([-])

The capital of the Northeast Military Government, Manchuria City.

The Central Plains is warm already, but Manchuria, which is located in the north, is still expecting a chilly spring.Zhang Zhicheng sat cross-legged on the wicker chair in front of the fireplace, holding a translated version of the Oceania novel "Downton Heights" in his big bony hands, and read it extremely tangled and painful.

In order to successfully "spot" Ms. Chen Shuping, he has held back for a long time and has not been to the ballroom to hunt for sex. He has also stayed away from his beloved golf and horse racing, but forced himself to study hard.Chen Shuping is the most beloved youngest daughter of the President. She has studied and grown up in Oceania since she was a child. She has a little bourgeois atmosphere, and she looks down on martial arts like him the most. This is why he has no choice but to "make up for" the "romantic" men and women in the evil capitalist countries. History".

But they are just too boring.so boring!

In line with the principle of "books should not be read in vain, crimes should not be suffered in vain", while the plot of the story was still a little hot in his mind, Zhang Zhicheng hurriedly ordered his guards to call the special line of Shengjing Hotel, trying to contact the man who was staying in Manzhoucheng. Miss Chen Shuping, but was told: "Miss Chen returned to Shangjing overnight early today, saying that something urgent happened at home."

Chen Shuping's home is naturally the home of the President.Something happened to the president? !

Zhang Zhicheng immediately felt relieved.He immediately called the adjutant and the secretary-general, and asked slowly, "Is something wrong with the Presidential Palace in Beijing?"

The adjutant gave a military salute with a "snap", and replied with a pure and pure accent: "Young Commander! I don't know!"

The secretary-general adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and spoke in standard mandarin in a gentle manner: "I haven't heard anything happened to the president. If something really happened, my subordinates should have received relevant information."

"Oh..." There was no expression on Zhang Zhicheng's face - in fact, he had always been like this: expressionless on the surface, but inwardly panicked.He was worrying about various situations that might arise in Shangjing, and the secretary-general kindly reminded him: "Young commander, the commander said he wanted to see you."

"Oh." Zhang Zhicheng stretched his waist uninterestedly, and didn't say much, so the secretary-general kindly added: "It looks like the commander... it's just been a matter of these two days."

Zhang Zhicheng was taken aback for a moment, then yawned sleepily, and said indifferently, "Really, the old man is dying? Why didn't you say it earlier."

"Young Commander! Because at that time, your old man 'Flying*Yezi' was flying so well that your subordinates didn't dare to disturb you!" The adjutant hurriedly answered eagerly and cheerfully, and then received Zhang Zhicheng's heartwarming slap without warning. Oops, he clutched his stomach and followed.

Ever since Zhang Shuji fell ill, Zhang Zhicheng, his son, has completely let himself go, like a primary school student on vacation and without homework, smoking marijuana, drinking heavy alcohol, whoring prostitutes, betting on football and horses... the past 25 years He did everything he dared not do during the year.The Young Marshal's Mansion and the Grand Marshal's Mansion were originally not too far apart, only 5 minutes' walk away, but Zhang Zhicheng didn't visit his father once from the beginning to the end:

Because recently he got very close to the Dongying people.Zhang Shuji hated the Japanese devils the most in his life, he was afraid of being scolded.

However, since the old man is almost finished, it's okay to go and see him.With this in mind, Zhang Zhicheng bit the bullet and went into the Marshal's Mansion, the first thing he saw was the red-faced old man——

"Baby bastard, you fucking dare to take * * drugs, and even dare to collude with little devils!"

When Zhang Shuji saw him, he was furious, and he drove out with a cane, and the small courtyard, which was deserted for a while, was buzzing with excitement.But after chasing him for a few steps, Zhang Shuji himself stopped first, panting and beckoning to Zhang Zhicheng: "Stop hitting, stop hitting, don't run away, I really won't hit you anymore."

Zhang Zhicheng turned around suspiciously, and looked back at Zhang Shuji.The father and son faced each other from a distance, and in the end Zhang Shuji heaved a sigh of relief: "Sincerely..."

"Father." Although Zhang Zhicheng was indifferent to him, he still had superficial courtesy, and immediately responded obediently.Zhang Shuji waved at him: "Sincere, come, come to Dad's side."

Zhang Zhicheng didn't move, just hung his head and didn't speak.Zhang Shuji's withered old face had a smile that didn't seem fake: "Father won't beat you anymore. Come here, let me talk to you."

When Zhang Zhicheng walked over reluctantly, he grabbed Zhang Zhicheng's hand and held it firmly, and said earnestly: "Zhicheng, father knows that you have been managed very hard these years, but father is worried. Ah! You were born with a golden spoon in your mouth, and you haven’t suffered any crimes, but Dad understands the truth that starting a business is difficult and keeping a business is even more difficult than anyone else! You are so immature... How can Dad feel at ease to hand over our big family to you? You. Father doesn’t let you take drugs and go to brothels, it’s for your health; he doesn’t let you fool around with those Orientals, it’s because the Orientals don’t have a good thing, and sooner or later they will kill you!”

As if he was afraid that Zhang Zhicheng would not listen, Zhang Shu let out a sigh of relief, and continued, "Don't talk about the distance, let's talk about it now. Dongying has already regarded the entire Qin country as a piece of fat that he wants to get, and he is eyeing it. Don't say that our northeast is close to the small island of Dongying, but the southwest, which is out of reach with them, has also been murdered? The annexation of the northeast is something these little devils will do sooner or later. This is theirs. By nature, a dog can't change eating shit!"

"You mean Shen Changhe? What does his death have to do with Dongpu..."

"Hey!" Zhang Shuji sighed heavily: "My child, my child! You are so naive! Do you think that Dongying will only leave a way to recruit and surrender the Northeast Army? You have used all the secret service personnel under your command. The idea of ​​staring at the Presidential Palace in Shangjing every day is ridiculous, and none of it is used in the right place!"

Zhang Zhicheng still didn't understand, but he could only nod his head as if he understood.Zhang Shuji no longer scolded him, but for the first time raised a skinny hand and rubbed the back of his head, staring at his "lonely seedling" face carefully and carefully, as if wanting to put his His face was deeply engraved in his mind: "Son, Dad has been strict with you these years, but don't worry, such days will never happen again. Now the two major separatist forces in Daqin are the Southwest and our Northeast. , Southwest is dead, the boss is leaderless