The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

It would have been fine if he hadn't said this, but once he said this, Feng Yong got angry:

Even after such a big incident, Jiang Feilan didn't uproot us, which was enough to save face for our Feng family!

"Dad, you know everything clearly. Do I need to point it out to you?"

Feng Yong suppressed his anger again and again, trying his best to make his voice sound less harsh, "You can do this business... but rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows!"

"Wanshou Manor deserved to be destroyed. How many evil things did they do to bully men and women? Moreover, they colluded with the Japanese to murder a provincial governor. How could the Wan family's death be unjust?"

Feng Delin became more and more angry as he listened, and his voice suddenly became so high that it seemed to lift the roof off the house: "You traitorous bastard...are you a member of the Feng family or his Jiang family? Why are you speaking every word for Jiang Feilan?"

"Damn it, if he hadn't launched the smoking ban, would the Wan family have thought of going against him? You can ask Jiang Feilan to ask the president of the Jilin Chamber of Commerce... Did I miss a penny of tax from him, or did Wan Ziyu miss a penny of filial piety from him? He is slapping our Feng family in the face! In my opinion,"

Feng Yong had no patience to listen to his father's complaints, so he interrupted him: "Dad! Now we have to think about who is the most popular person?"

"Besides, my son is under the command of the 29th Division, and is trusted by Fei Lan to manage Daping Village. You know how much financial income there is. It is enough for our family to be wealthy... But you,"

Feng Delin was so angry that he wanted to throw the phone down, and his voice sounded like he wanted to bite his son to death: "You little bastard, what am I doing now that is not for your and Jin Tao's future?"

"Alright, alright, I know what you mean... you just want me to give in to that Jiang kid? I don't care about my old face anymore - kowtow to Jiang Feilan!"

There was really no point in talking if there was no agreement. Feng Yong was very angry, but he was his father after all, so he said goodbye politely and hung up the phone.

Compared to the spoiled Zhang Hanqing, Feng Hanqing was gentle and elegant, and he would never say a harsh word in his daily life.

Now, the cigarette dealer in Dad's business has caused such a big disaster, and he has no idea how to deal with it.

On one side is his immediate boss who can ensure his wealth and prosperity for the rest of his life;
On the other side is his biological father—Feng Yong, how could he not be embarrassed?
After much thought, he decided to call Jilin Prefecture.

However, the reply was that Mr. Jiang was not there at the moment and had gone to the Hunchun front to supervise the battle.

This is of course a false reply. Even in Siberia, where the fighting is the most intense, the war has been completely stopped due to the severe cold... What a bullshit war he is supervising.

Jiang Cheng was discussing the next step of the anti-smoking campaign with several members of the guard brigade led by Li Shitou.

They even did such a big thing as colluding with the Japanese and assassinating the governor. If we don’t take drastic measures, these bastards will really turn the tables.

Just as he finished assigning the tasks and walked out of the meeting room, Sun Zhengnan jumped up from the wooden bench against the wall and looked back at him with interest.

Just as he raised his eyebrows, Sun Zhengnan suddenly spoke slowly: "Master Jiang, Master Feng called——"

"You are really smart. It's just as you thought. The Feng family is eager to distance themselves from those rebels and has repeatedly assured you that they will absolutely support your ban on smoking."

Jiang Cheng shook his head, smiled faintly and said: "Oh, isn't this what Feng Yong said? His father hasn't said anything so far!"

I have already communicated with the people in the Chamber of Commerce - a rough estimate is that Feng Delin earns more than 300,000 yuan in cash a year just from opium.

If you add the income from shipping and red-light district, it's at least 500,000 a year! Maybe for modern people, 500,000 a year in cash is nothing, but Jiang Cheng, who has lived in the Republic of China for more than two years, knows it all too well.

As a metal currency, the purchasing power of the silver dollar is quite strong... Especially in the early days of the Republic of China, one dollar was even equivalent to three or four hundred yuan today.

With this calculation, it is needless to say which side Feng Delin will stand on.

After hearing Jiang Cheng's reply, Sun Zhengnan was stunned for a moment: "Master, do you mean that the old guy might go against us?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head: "I understand Feng Yong - given his character, he should know something about the situation, because the possibility of Dayan turning against us is too low."

As he spoke, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked towards his office. Hai Pingchuan, who was on the front line in Hunchun, was waiting for him:
I also brought back some not-so-good news... Due to the extremely cold weather this year, the Tumen River port froze nearly a month earlier than in previous years.

Six foreign merchant ships that had already arrived offshore were unable to enter the port.

"Damn, there are two ships carrying gasoline, and one with new machine tools imported from the United States."

Jiang Cheng cursed unhappily, saying that it was really bad timing. The Paris Peace Conference was being held and it was the final stage of the arms embargo on China. He should have been going on a buying spree, but instead he encountered this kind of thing.

"Feilan, don't worry. I have asked Huang Yongan to contact these merchant ships and have them go south and enter the port at Qinhuangdao."

Hai Pingchuan said with a stern look, "Xiaoying has also agreed with my father-in-law to allow Qinhuangdao to release the goods; the Luanzhou garrison will personally escort them to ensure that all the goods arrive in Siping."

Jiang Cheng was still a little worried, and quickly added: "I don't trust anyone to do this - you should take your people and go there in person!"

"Oh, by the way, Vasily from Jinan is also going to withdraw... It's a good opportunity for me to go with the brothers."

Hai Pingchuan exclaimed in surprise: "What? Vasily and the others are going to withdraw? Why? Isn't Shandong..."

Jiang Cheng didn't answer, but Sun Zhengnan on the side sneered twice: "Is it our turn to take advantage of Shandong? Zhang Hanqing has already entered the pass with his guard brigade, and even our old master Jiang..."

Hai Pingchuan was stunned for a moment, but Jiang Cheng immediately interrupted his chief of staff: "It's confidential, Old Sun! We can only obey the commander's instructions."

"Besides, Rehe hasn't said anything, so you and I shouldn't talk nonsense."

Sun Zhengnan was stern, but still somewhat indignant: "Sir, you are right! But our White Russian regiment has invested a lot this time, especially the battle of Jinan. Although we fought easily, the military expenditure was not small."

Jiang Cheng smiled easily: "Whether it is a loss or not, I have my own scale in my heart. The equipment dismantled from the German factory cannot be bought at present no matter how much money is spent——"

"The money has already been made, it's a bit too early to say anything sour now."

He sneered in his heart: The old fox really overestimated his son and Guo Maochen, and thought that if I can do the same, those two guys can do it as well.

This time, he had to see if he would have to eat hairy pigs without Butcher Zheng. (End of this chapter)