Respectfully

In the early years of the Republic of China, speech in China was still very free, and there was no rule not to talk about state affairs.

In the restaurants and teahouses in Guanbei City, you can often see groups of people ordering a pot of tea after drinking and eating, and talking about the border of Manzhouli while drinking tea.

As soon as Li Jinyan walked up to the second floor, he heard someone slam the table and shouted: "OK!"

Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man in a blue gown, standing in the middle of the room, spitting, listening carefully, he was talking about the war on the border of Manzhouli, compared to talking about the young marshal in front of him before. The heroic soldier who suppressed the bandits, this eloquence is really comparable to the storyteller.

Seeing Li Jinyan and Adjutant Ji behind him, the waiter waiter rushed forward, "Hi, you two! Is the lobby a private seat?"

"Elegant seat." Li Jin said, "Be quiet."

"Hey, good!"

After sitting down for less than 2 minutes, Li Qingyun walked in just as Xiaoer brought a pot of hot tea.

"Uncle Three."

Out of politeness, Li Jinyan said hello first and stood up, but Li Qingyun waved his hands: "Sit down quickly, your third uncle, I don't care about those empty courtesy."

After finishing the words, he sat down at the table and said to the child: "How many of your signature dishes do you have here? I don't want any wine. Hurry up. This one?"

"This is Adjutant Ji." Li Jinyan introduced: "The third uncle should have seen me last time when I returned home."

Li Qingyun slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory! Adjutant Ji, don't be surprised!"

Adjutant Ji shook his head and said there was no need, he was sent by Lou Xiao to Li Jinyan's side, he naturally had his own uniqueness, he could tell at a glance that Li Jinyan's attitude towards Li Qingyun was different, and naturally he would not disgrace Li Qingyun.

When the food came to the table, the aroma was so strong that Li Jinyan's stomach growled. He was indeed hungry. He ran outside Guanbei City for a whole morning, bought two hundred acres of land, and spent a total of 600 yuan. I went to inspect the fields I got from Li's family, met the tenants, got busy, and didn't even have time to drink tea, so I rushed to see Li Qingyun.

The two eggs and a bowl of porridge I ate in the morning have long been digested. Now that this table of dishes is in front of me, it's no wonder my stomach doesn't growl.

Li Jinyan was a little embarrassed, but Li Qingyun couldn't help being happy. Although Li Jinyan's status was different now, he was still his nephew.After having a deep talk with the old lady, Li Qingyun lay on the bed, thinking about it over and over all night, so much trouble that the third lady almost kicked him to the ground.

When he woke up the next day, Mr. Li San with two dark circles under his eyes made up his mind, and he was right to listen to the old lady!He did it with his nephew, and the benefits must be indispensable.Furthermore, when Li Jinyan entered the Marshal's Mansion, he was surrounded by people from the Lou family, so it was better to have someone to help him than not at all.

Thinking of this, Master Li San said with a smile: "Look, Uncle, I didn't eat anything in the morning, and now my stomach started to growl. Let's eat first. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it after dinner."

Li Jinyan also let go, anyway, Li Qingyun is his own uncle, and Adjutant Ji is not an outsider, so he said politely, picked up the rice bowl and began to pick up the rice, not forgetting to call Master Li San and Adjutant Ji to move the chopsticks together.

What Li Qingyun said before was just to put on airs for Li Jinyan, so that he would not feel embarrassed because he was young and couldn't wipe his face off.I picked up a few chopsticks and dishes, and it was all about meaning.

Adjutant Ji was really rude, and ate more than Li Jinyan. Seeing this, Li Jinyan called Xiao Er and brought up two more dishes of stir-fried vegetables, "Then put a table in the private seat next to it, and serve more meat dishes."

In addition to Adjutant Ji, there were four other soldiers who followed Li Jinyan all morning. The soldiers insisted that they were different and would not sit at the same table with Li Jinyan.Li Jinyan still had something to discuss with Master Li San, but he didn't insist, so he arranged another table for them.It can't be placed in the lobby. Four big, five, and three thick soldiers sit there with their backs upright. It is estimated that half of them can't eat.

Lieutenant Ji saw Li Jinyan put down his chopsticks, finished the fifth bowl of rice in two mouthfuls, wiped his mouth, stood up and said, "Master Yan, I'll go over there and watch, we can't let them drink."

Li Jinyan nodded, knowing that he was leaving with an excuse so that he and Li Qingyun could talk alone.

But...Looking at the plate with not even much soup left, Li Jinyan thought to himself: Is he really the confidant of Young Marshal Lou?Even eating is the same "lively" and "dragon-horse spirit"!Should he ask the second brother to send an extra bucket of rice to the room next to him...

Xiao Er cleared the table, brought a pot of hot tea and a few plates of snacks, and then retreated. Anyone who does their business needs to have a wink. The two of them have something to talk about when they see it. Talk a lot so you don't get bored.

When the door of the private seat was closed, Li Qingyun said to Li Jinyan straight to the point: "Nephew, your third uncle is a straightforward person, and he can't learn to beat around the bush. To be honest, don't be angry."

"Well," Li Jinyan nodded, "I know Third Uncle's temperament."

"That's right, is there any clue about what third uncle asked you to do a few days ago?"

Li Jinyan picked up his teacup and blew, "Third uncle, do you want to find a job in the military government? Or do you have other plans?"

Li Qingyun's heart skipped a beat, "How should I say it?"

"If you want to work in the military government, it's not difficult. You are my uncle, so the Lou family will give you some face. However, my nephew told the third uncle the truth, too good a position won't make it. Lou The family may agree, but my nephew and I can't say that, and I hope third uncle will understand."

Li Qingyun said: "You can understand even if you don't mention the third uncle. Even if you really arranged for this bureau chief or that minister, your third uncle and I are not that kind of material. Sooner or later, someone will get rid of it."

Li Jinyan was amused by Li Qingyun's few words, "Third Uncle, I will open my mouth, and the position I have arranged for you will not be too bad. The Director of the Finance Bureau just changed a few days ago. He is Mrs. Lou's brother-in-law. Zhan, he was the Minister of Communications of the Northern Government before, and he is very capable. If you think it’s okay, I’ll talk to Mrs. Lou and arrange a position for you in the Finance Bureau.”

Li Qingchang had been ill in bed for a long time, and Li Qingyun had just been taken down as the deputy director, and Li Qingyun was assigned in a blink of an eye. I have to say that Li Jinyan was also hesitant.

Li Qingyun thought about it, "If you don't enter the government, what else can Third Uncle do?"

Li Jinyan put down his teacup: "Uncle San, you know about the soap factory run by Lou's family, right?"

Li Qingyun nodded.

"It was my nephew's idea." Li Jinyan ignored Li Qingyun's astonished expression, and continued, "My nephew just bought two hundred acres of wasteland outside the city, and he plans to continue building factories. First, he will build a chemical factory to produce creams for women. And lipstick, wait until the factory is profitable, and then launch new products. The money for the construction of the factory is also ready."

"You said that the soap factory in the Lou family was your idea?" Li Qingyun was stunned for a while when Li Jinyan nodded. , It is said that there are both Shanghai and Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

The soap that Li Jinyan gave to the third wife before, when the third wife used it, the third master Li never paid attention to it. He is a big man, how could he pay attention to what his wife used to wash her face and take a bath?Surprised now, it is not surprising.

"Nephew, do you want to tell me this?"

"Third uncle, if you are willing to give in, I want to hand over the manager position of this factory to you."

"Let me be the manager?" Li Qingyun frowned, then shook his head, "It's not suitable."

"What?" Li Jinyan asked strangely: "Uncle San, you don't want to go into business?" He did want to let Li Qingyun develop the "entertainment industry" before, but the timing is not right now, and he doesn't have enough capital. Can press this first.Li Qingyun is not the dandy in his previous impression, so it is not a bad idea to let him start a business.

"No." Master Li San shook his head, "Nephew, the Li family hasn't separated yet, have you ever thought about it, if the factory is handed over to me to manage, it will be yours in the end, or it will become the Li family? Even if the factory is yours It was built, and the Li family didn’t have a son, so you have nothing to reason about, after all, your surname is Li.”

"Third Uncle, you don't have to worry about this matter." Li Jinyan said with a smile: "Although my surname is Li, there is a building in front of the word Li."

Li Qingyun blinked, looked at Li Jinyan, and then slapped his thigh, "Nephew, third uncle is convinced!"

Li Qingchang, oh Li Qingchang, you shot yourself in the foot with a rock!If the old man knew that Jinyan had this ability, would he still think about Jincheng and let his second brother die?

"Third Uncle, only a few people know that I want to set up a factory."

"I know, your third uncle is not a broken-mouthed person."

"Well, I can trust my third uncle. Now this factory can only be regarded as a small business. My nephew has the confidence to make this factory bigger. When the time comes, let foreigners use our things, and my third uncle is waiting to count the money." alright."

Li Qingyun stroked his chin and smacked his mouth twice. His nephew is really loud. If that day comes, Li Qingyun's life will be worth it!

"Nephew, I have something else to do." Li Qingyun approached Li Jinyan's ear and whispered, "It's about your father..."

When Li Jinyan and Li Qingyun came out of the private seat, it was already half an hour later.

Li Jinyan couldn't see anything on his face, but his mind was in a mess.He never expected that Mr. Li Er would hide the arms he bought for President Zheng Da himself!

By doing this, he not only slapped Zheng Huai'en, but also slapped the southern government twice!

It is obvious that since the southern government is unkind to him, don't blame Li Qinglong for being unrighteous!The ammunition bought with the southern government's money was transported to the north and kept in storage for more than a year. So far, no news has been leaked. Li Jinyan can't help thinking about how much thought, manpower and financial resources it will take!

This Master Li Er is really a remarkable person!How could such a character be killed so easily?Who killed him?How did you move your hand?Although it was stated in the telegram sent by President Zheng Da that he died of illness, anyone with a discerning eye knows what is going on!

It's also fortunate that the old lady was able to hide it for so long.

Now that this batch of things is handed over to him, it is also a difficult thing.According to what Li Qingyun told him, the number of this batch of munitions would definitely not be small. If Li Jinyan was hotheaded, it would not be impossible to directly arm a team.Of course, this idea just passed by in a flash. The six northern provinces are all under Marshal Lou's territory, so doing this is obviously courting death.

If it's directly handed over to Marshal Lou... that's okay, but it's not an ordinary thing.In case someone suspects that he is so generous, is there something behind his back, what should he do?If others didn't say it, would Lou Dashuai think so himself?Li Jinyan couldn't guarantee it.

The best way is to tell Lou Xiao about this.Li Jinyan himself didn't know why he trusted Lou Xiao so much, subconsciously, he just felt that this was the only way to ensure his safety.

Thinking of this, Li Jinyan stopped and said to Li Qingyun, "Third Uncle, this matter is rotten in your stomach, don't tell anyone. I will handle it."

Seeing Li Jinyan's serious expression, Li Qingyun's heart skipped a beat. No wonder the old lady said that this batch of ammunition might be something that would cause a fire.

"I see."

After separating from Li Qingyun, Li Jinyan went straight back to the Marshal's Mansion, locked himself in the room for an afternoon, finally made up his mind, and sent a telegram to Marshal Lou who was on the front line.

At the same time, the military observers from Britain, France and other countries, as well as the accompanying journalists from various countries, were on their way to Manzhouli.The Russian army at the Manzhouli Station was still fighting stubbornly. They could only take a train transporting supplies, get off at Hailar, and then enter Manzhouli on foot or on horseback.

In the distance, gunshots could be heard from ahead.

Several reporters ran away holding the cameras hanging on their chests.The soldiers who were in charge of their safety had a row of veins on their foreheads. The officer ordered that these foreigners should not be allowed to make mistakes, but this group of guys must be obedient!

A soldier clenched the rifle in his hand and muttered, "I'd rather go to the border to fight old men! This shit is more tiring than chasing ducks!"

There are a few officers in the military observation group, but these officers all pretended not to hear Brother Bing's complaints, and did not translate for these foreigners.In fact, they also feel that these foreigners have so many things to do, and "driving" them is indeed more tiring than driving ducks!

The few reporters who ran at the front could already see the shells hitting the ground, and the dust and smoke exploding. After the sound of the cannons, the cavalry from the six northern provinces in iron-gray uniforms and a group of Cossack cavalry rushed together. Every time the saber was swung down, a string of bright red blood flowers could be brought up. People kept falling off the horse, including Chinese soldiers and Cossack cavalry.The battle was fierce, and it was almost a life-for-life exchange, but no one retreated!

While the cavalry was fighting, the Russian infantry, called "gray cattle" by the Europeans, also rushed up. The defenders in the position fired all the bullets in their guns, and rushed out from behind the bunker, using gun stocks and bayonets. Use your fists, or even your teeth, to kill every enemy that rushes in front of you!

The roar of the Chinese and the Ula sound of the Russians mixed together, like a lament written with life and blood.

The scene in front of me was like a scene from hell.

Finally, the Russian attack was repulsed again, and the Chinese soldiers in iron-gray uniforms began to patrol the battlefield, lifting up the comrades who died in battle, and laying them side by side, leaning against each other. They were brothers in life and after death!

Those who were slightly injured stood up on their own after being briefly bandaged by the military doctor, or returned to the position with each other's support.Those who were seriously injured were carried and sent to the rear.Among these seriously wounded, one out of ten survived was considered a fluke.

Regardless of the soldiers' obstruction, an American reporter rushed in front of a young officer on a horse. This handsome young man, whose military uniform was spattered with blood, looked a bit embarrassed, but his body was still upright, like a permanent weapon. A steel gun that doesn't bend.

He got closer, so close that he could clearly feel the coldness of this young officer, like a bloodstained blade.

"Your Excellency, can you accept my interview, Your Excellency! It only takes a few minutes!"

Lou Xiao pulled the rein, and looked down at him from the top of the horse, without saying a word.

The reporter didn't care whether Lou Xiao's eyes were piercing his body like knives or not, as long as he agreed, he quickly took out a pen and paper and asked, "Your Excellency, can you tell me your name?"

"soldier."

"what?"

"I am a Chinese soldier."

The reporter asked again: "Do you think you can win this war?"

"can."

"You're confident."

"It's not self-confidence." Lou Xiao said in a cold voice, "We must win!"

"Even if it bleeds and dies?"

"Yes." Lou Xiao turned his head and looked at the battlefield where he had just experienced a fight. Behind him, the blood-colored setting sun slowly sank into the horizon, as if the sound of gunpowder smoke was heard in a low voice to everyone present. Ears: "My generation of soldiers shed their blood and die, so that our home and country can be protected, and the people can be safe. To die for the country and for the people, a soldier has his duty, and he deserves to die!"

"Don't you value your own life?"

"The land is lost, the people are displaced, and it is a shame for the soldiers to survive!"

Tongshi translated Lou Xiao's words word by word to every foreigner present, and after the last word, Tongshi's eyes were already red, and he bowed deeply towards the soldiers beside him.Two Germans in military uniforms and an Englishman in the military observation group saluted Lou Xiao at the same time: "You are a real soldier!"

The next day, this interview made it to the front pages of the New York Times, the London Times, and various domestic newspapers. Lou Xiao's name was heard by Chinese people for the first time.

When Li Jinyan read this report, the telegram he sent was also sent to Lou Xiao who had just come down from the battlefield.