The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

"Gentlemen, please come upstairs this way!"

As Zhang Hanqing was the host, he naturally bought the best private room tickets and provided one-on-one service, including red wine, meals, fruits, and even beautiful women to sit and watch the show as standard.

Guo Songling obviously did not like this kind of occasion. In his opinion, such decadent music could only confuse people's minds.

As soon as he entered the private room, he chose a seat with the worst view and sat down, and pushed aside the Belarusian beauty who was leaning towards him.

"I think when it comes to having fun, it's you, Zhang Hanqing!"

Although the lights in the private room were dim, Jiang Cheng could still sense Guo Songling's slight embarrassment;
He unconsciously revealed a few hints of playfulness in his smile, and then said, "Oh, by the way, why are there foreign girls here?"

Taking advantage of the alcohol, Jiang Cheng grinned deliberately, "You didn't raise it here, did you?"

Zhang Hanqing embraced the woman that Guo Songling had pushed away. It was obvious that she was drunk. She mumbled with a big mouth: "Bullshit, bullshit you raised!"

Jiang Cheng curled his lips and smiled awkwardly, but before he could say anything, he heard the waiter leading two young men in.

After all, he is a major general who has fought in battles for many years, so it is necessary for him to remain highly alert at all times.

He immediately put his right hand on the Browning gun on his waist which was fully loaded with bullets. However, Jiang Cheng immediately remembered that this was the provincial capital Fengtian after all. In addition, they all came out today with their own guards. Anyone who could break in at this time...

"Haha, why did you come only at this time? I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Zhang Hanqing was drunk and glanced at the pale young man and laughed, "Were you delayed on the way here?"

Is this the person he...had made an appointment with?
Jiang Cheng suddenly turned his gaze to Wu Taixun who was touching the White Russian beauty, and asked him in a subtext.

The latter shrugged unhappily, stretched her hand out from under her skirt, turned her head and whispered in Jiang Cheng's ear: "Duan Congbin, from the interior of the country - this guy is Duan Zhigui's nephew!"

"The other one is his bodyguard. What's his name? Shang, Shang... Oh, I forgot."

Jiang Cheng was more than half sober now, and quickly turned around to take a look at him in the dim light of the box -

He was in his early twenties, and his straight Mao suit made him look tall and slender. Although his facial features were not very clear, Jiang Cheng instinctively felt that he looked quite decent.

The guard who was almost inseparable from him was at least two meters tall, and his body was twice as thick as Xu Fushan.

During the Republic of China period, it was not easy to be born with such a physique.

Haha, no wonder Guo Songling was so unhappy, and he didn’t abandon Zhang Hanqing and come to the dance hall. It turned out that he wanted to meet a guest from afar.

"Something happened on the way, so I was delayed for a while—"

Duan Congbin's face darkened. He was not interested in the woman who threw herself at him. He waved his hand like Guo Songling and asked, "Why did you choose this place?"

Zhang Hanqing smiled awkwardly: "Why, you don't like it?"

The other party didn't answer, but Jiang Cheng roughly understood.

After the "taking office in Jilin" incident, Duan Zhigui suffered a serious setback. His family was in decline and he had to spend all his savings. The "ticket" alone to pay for a visit would cost several hundred dollars in cash... I'm afraid he can't afford it.

"It's been more than half a month, Master Zhang, you are finally willing to see us. What's the matter with liking or not liking us?"

Duan Congbin glanced at the people in the box and said, "Can we discuss the matter with Master Zhang before..." But Guo Songling interrupted him coldly, "Your conditions are too harsh. Marshal Yu will definitely not agree to send the escort brigade to the border."

Duan Congbin's eyes suddenly turned sharp: "But your young master didn't say that before... My elders are willing to support this situation, and it is reasonable for your Fengjun to send troops."

Listening to their conversation, Jiang Cheng immediately understood what was going on.

It seems that Yang Yuting had already mentioned that Duan Zhigui should take the lead to Shandong...so the Marshal called them here just to wait for Jiang Cheng to say this.

This is a bit strange.

It's obvious that the Marshal wants to mobilize the troops from Rehe or Jilin, so how did this guard brigade get involved?

Jiang Cheng said nothing and glanced at the faces of several people with an indifferent expression.

Could it be that Duan Congbin used some means to make Zhang Hanqing relax and agree to let him let the escort brigade enter the pass to fight?

Then the matter is like a dead end, and Zhang has no way to end it, so now he is dragging Guo Songling to negotiate with Wu Taixun?
Wouldn't it be the end if you don't send troops? Let alone a nephew, even the current Duan Zhigui, what can he do to your Crown Prince of Northeast China?

However, Jiang Cheng's idea was conservative... He leaned heavily on the recliner and said with a lazy smile: "Then if you go back on your word, Master Zhang, I will be very disappointed."

"Of course, the foreign trade merchants behind me will also be very disappointed."

Jiang Cheng's heart suddenly skipped a beat. As he watched Zhang Hanqing in the dim room, his expression changed rapidly.

The situation has become obvious.

Zhang Hanqing contacted foreign trade merchants inside the Great Wall and also planned to import tanks, cannons, etc. So, during the meal, the topic never left these.

Duan Congbin must have had a close relationship with these businessmen, so the two sides began to "use each other" -

The Duan family wants to dispatch the Fengtian Army's elite guard brigade, so that they will have a much better chance of winning Shandong; and as for Zhang Hanqing, if he wants to buy goods, he has to go through Duan Congbin!
It's really interesting.

Jiang Cheng soon had some thoughts of intercepting the attack in his mind, but in front of his two brothers, no matter how itchy he was, he did not rush to speak. Instead, he just coldly watched them continue to talk about whether to send troops and the cooperation of the business.

At this time, the stage opposite the box began to play cheerful music again, and teams of scantily clad women trotted onto the stage, twisting their waists and beginning to dance extravagantly;
Wu Taixun was not interested in these negotiations at all, and his eyes were fixed on the dancers.

Jiang Cheng also imitated him, but his eyes never left Zhang Hanqing and others.

"No matter how much you say, it's meaningless!"

Duan Congbin interrupted Guo Songling's exhortation to the righteousness of the cause and said, "If we don't send troops, there is nothing to talk about."

"Besides, the Marshal's move is really cruel! Shandong is such a place with many obstacles, but he himself doesn't want to go, and forces my uncle to go?"

"If you take it, Shandong will be your Fengtian Army's sphere of influence. But if you fail to take it, your Fengtian Army will not offend General Feng and Cabinet Xu, and you will get away with it!"

"Haha, I dare not say anything else, but the Marshal's trick is really powerful."

The sarcastic tone of his Beijing dialect made Zhang and Guo even more furious.

Zhang Hanqing was already a little bit unable to suppress his anger, but he also knew very well that the Duan family had been furious when they heard the news of sending them out. If they didn't dangle some sweet benefits, they wanted to cooperate in buying tanks, etc., then... (End of this chapter)