The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

But Zhang Hanqing looked at the other party with a slightly smug look on his face, which was mixed with an expression of infinite coercion. Surprisingly, this Northeastern Crown Prince, who was usually arrogant and domineering and never gave face to anyone, did not lose his temper on the spot.

Although he knew that he had been humiliated, Duan Congbin became even more proud.

But Jiang Cheng did not give him a chance to press on. He pushed the White Russian beauty next to him towards Wu Taixun, turned around quietly and sneered, "Mr. Duan has a brilliant plan!"

"It is our Fengtian Army that is wasting military expenses and lives. If we win the battle, your uncle will be the winner; if we lose, he will just bear the blame."

Seeing the other party's sudden change in his expression, Jiang Cheng changed his sitting posture to a more undignified one, and said sharply: "And your Duan family, in return, is just using a few business companies to generously use other people's money..."

"For this kind of thing, he wants my Fengtian Army's elite guard brigade to go to Shandong. Haha, Master Duan's calculations are really good!"

In fact, Guo Songling had been unhappy about this for a long time... He knew that his student, after seeing the combat effectiveness of the Jilin Army Mechanized Mixed Brigade, could no longer close his heart:
He was anxious to equip his own escort brigade with tanks and cannons.

Otherwise, they would not have tolerated this outsider and allowed him to continue to make further advances.

Today I invited him to this luxurious dance hall, and I also returned the favor a little bit—

However, Guo Songling watched coldly, thinking that this "reply" was useless and instead provoked Duan Congbin to become even more competitive.

He didn't say anything because he was holding back his anger. After all, he had a conflict with Zhang Hanqing over the issue of buying tanks.

The reason I was able to come along today was simply because he was usually quite respectful to me and because his wife took his money to build a school.

Let’s take a look first and then talk.

After a brief thought, Guo Songling chose to remain silent.

But Master Duan, who was rebuked like this, couldn't help it, and opened his eyes wide... But he also understood that being able to be with the son of the Marshal,
He dared to interrupt Zhang Hanqing in this way, so his identity must be extraordinary.

Therefore, this Mr. Duan from the inner city, even when he was extremely upset, still showed considerable restraint: "Who are you?"

Jiang Cheng raised his hand to stop Zhang Hanqing from introducing him. Instead, he smiled calmly at the dim light in the box and said, "My last name is Jiang, and my nickname is Feilan."

This simple sentence shocked Mr. Duan so much that his body suddenly stiffened.

But after a brief moment of distraction, Duan Congbin's eyes suddenly became sharper and more intimidating, as if he would jump up in the next second, pull out a big knife and stab someone twice.

"Haha, it turns out to be Governor Jiang."

Duan Congbin still suppressed his sharpness and spoke calmly, "No wonder the words are so domineering and sharp... What, are you planning to take the lead in today's matter?"

Jiang Cheng half raised his chin and said, "Listen to what you said, Master Duan. As a Fengjun, if I, Jiang Feilan, don't stand up for my young master, do I have to side with an outsider like you?"

This sentence choked the other party so much that he couldn't respond - in fact, Jiang Cheng knew very well in his heart that he only dared to negotiate with Zhang Hanqing because he relied on some power behind him.

"Uncle, if you send troops to Shandong without elite soldiers and generals... won't you become a scapegoat for the Fengtian Army?"

Duan Congbin finally got to the point. "In a place like Shandong, besides Japan and Germany, there are many other powers competing for their sphere of influence."

He clenched his teeth and leaned forward again, "I think that with the Marshal's benevolence and justice, he certainly doesn't intend to be a villain and let these invaders kill people with borrowed knives, right?"

What I mean is, if Duan Zhigui really died in Shandong, then wouldn't we, who killed someone with a borrowed knife and abandoned the donkey after it had done its job, and who would not allow the foreigners to surrender, all the blame would be put on us, right?
Jiang Cheng glanced at Zhang Hanqing, who immediately understood and said, "The matter of the Guard Brigade entering the pass is a serious matter. Maochen and I can't really make any decisions."

"Since we have made our conditions clear to each other... I would also like to ask Master Duan, if it is possible for me to send elite troops and generals into the pass," he was still thinking about those foreign merchants.

Jiang Cheng really wanted to say a thousand swear words in his heart, you are such a good negotiator... If people can see your desire at a glance, won't they raise your price?
"Whether the Guard Brigade will be dispatched depends on the commander's opinion. Besides, we in the Fengtian Army have more than one Guard Brigade!"

In the end, it was Guo Maochen who pointed out the truth. "We understand what Master Duan meant. Why don't we make an appointment the next day?"

Duan Congbin clenched his fists.

It seems that with these two guys obstructing things today, there is no way the talks will be concluded.

It was a pity that he spent several hundred dollars, but the result was so disappointing.

"Well, I'll take my leave now!"

Duan Congbin let out a long breath and stood up, "Then I will stay in the post house and wait for good news from Master Zhang and Governor Jiang!"

After saying this, he politely said his last goodbye, made an elegant gesture and left with his tall and mighty guards.

"This guy is not easy to deal with, Maochen."

Jiang Cheng lazily pushed himself into the comfortable seat, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Hanqing's increasingly unhappy face.

"Mr. Jiang, I brought you here with good intentions to watch singing and dancing today, and you came here to deliberately mess up my good thing?"

Zhang Hanqing's face changed, and he looked like he was about to get angry: "I almost - I made the deal!"

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but laugh: "Han Qing, I think you are really too naive."

"Let's not talk about it for now. Is there any businessman behind this bastard who can get tanks and cannons? Even if you really assign the Guard Brigade to him, can he keep his promise?"

There was a hint of approval and appreciation in Guo Maochen's eyes, but he still said nothing.

"Han Qing, I know very well that you are eager to develop the Guard Brigade, but with just his eloquence, who knows whether he can bring benefits to our Fengtian Army."

"and,"

Jiang Cheng wanted to tell them the topic of today's meeting and the final results of the discussion one by one...

But then he thought that this dance hall box was not a good place to talk, so he shut up and didn't say anything else.

"Okay, okay... Han Qing is the host today and will bring everyone to watch the show,"

Wu Taixun, who had been at a loss, finally managed to interrupt at this time, "That damn Duan has left too, why did he come here instead of watching the show, to... Hey, Hanqing!"

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Hanqing, with an unhappy look on his face, suddenly put his hands on his knees, turned around and went to the exit of the box.

He slammed the door and left. Before closing the door, Jiang Cheng saw Wu Dongyun and two guards chasing after him in a hurry.

Wu Taixun no longer had any desire to play, and instead vented his anger on the foreign girls, cursing and kicking them out. (End of this chapter)