The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

"Alright, since the Marshal's Mansion has not spoken, none of us are allowed to say anything about the Shandong matter."

Jiang Cheng knew in his heart that Shandong at that time, no, the interior of China after the end of World War I, was like a bowstring stretched to the extreme, and only by maintaining a balance could one reap the benefits.

With the Marshal's current eagerness to advance into the interior, he can only force all parties to react violently...

By then, let alone recovering the lost territories, even the existing Jinan Prefecture would probably have to be given back.

Jiang Cheng didn't think that Guo Songling, who was eager to make a contribution, could grasp this balance.

"I think the same as Old Sun. It's obvious that the commander-in-chief is taking sides in the Shandong incident and wants Han Qing to take all the credit. But I think Duan Zhigui is stuck in the middle and should be sadder than anyone else."

Hai Pingchuan rubbed the back of his hands and said, "How about you ask Xinyu to give him a call and feel out his attitude?"

Looking at the two worried subordinates, Jiang Cheng laughed out loud: "What's wrong with you two? Are you so envious of Shandong?"

"That Duan guy's one stick of trouble wasn't enough, now Kuku has pushed two more in. What are we waiting for if we don't stop right away? We've already taken advantage of enough!"

The two looked at each other, and finally realized that Jiang Cheng was really planning to withdraw from Shandong at this time.

"Well, I'm just complaining. I feel like I spent so much time and effort but got nothing in return!"

Hai Pingchuan smiled innocently, "Okay, Master Jiang, as long as you don't get angry about this... I'll go accompany Xiaoying tonight, and tomorrow morning I'll take Yunhe and the others to Qinhuangdao."

Jiang Cheng stood up: "Hey, why do I feel like you are pointing at me?"

"Haha, what you said implies that you are dissatisfied with me for always supporting you and not letting you spend time with your wife and children?"

Hai Pingchuan was honest and straightforward, so he couldn't respond at the moment. Sun Zhengnan beside him immediately responded, "The more capable you are, the more work you should do. For example, I am taking care of my wife and children all day, isn't it because of myself?"

The three of them were all happy and started talking about daily life, but they didn't expect the Feng family to call again right after that -

And the person who took the initiative to come this time was Feng Delin.

Originally, Jiang Cheng was wary of the Feng family because of the tobacco dealers who teamed up with the Japanese to attack him. Unexpectedly, the father and son called him one after another.

The son explained again and again, but the father was unpredictable. He said he wanted to come from Zhengjiatun to Jilin Prefecture to meet Jiang Cheng and the whole family.

Jiang Cheng was unsure of the old guy's intentions, but he thought that now that he had something to talk about, if things really got out of hand, firstly he wouldn't be scared of him, and secondly he would have more things to say to deal with him.

But at midnight that night, Jiang Cheng, who had just washed up and was resting at Zhang Tingxue's place, was woken up.

Feng Yong actually braved the heavy snow and rushed all the way to the Governor's Mansion. When he saw Jiang Cheng, he didn't care about his frozen face and kept explaining to him with an uneasy look.

On the contrary, seeing him like this, Jiang Cheng hurried forward and took him upstairs by the hand, saying that it was all a misunderstanding and there was no need to rush, and to wait until he warmed up and rested for two days before making any decisions.

He knew very well that Mr. Feng, who was calm and composed in character, was afraid that his family would be purged like the Cai family, so he rushed here from Dapingzhuang.

Feng Yong is Feng Yong, Feng Delin is Feng Delin——

Besides the fact that these father and son cannot be lumped together, the key to one's own attitude towards handling the matter also depends on Old Feng.

The next day, this old fellow, who was now no different from a Yuanwailang, went straight to Jilin Prefecture and visited the palace with a grand procession and gifts.

However, as soon as he got off the car, the old man in the fur hat looked as dazed as a donkey when he saw Jiang Cheng's son running behind him. It's quite interesting, did the father and son have no intention of discussing this?
Jiang Cheng glanced at Feng Yong's stunned expression and thought this was quite interesting.

It can be seen that the father and son had a private fight over the cigarette dealer, and it even seemed like they parted on bad terms...

Come to think of it, how can a father admit to his son that he has to bow down to his peers? Is he going to save his dignity? Is he going to keep it in his pocket?

"Third uncle, aren't you feeling cold?"

Although she didn't quite understand the reason, the clever Hai Huixin also saw that there was a rift between the father and son, and quickly called Zhang Tingxue to help him in, "Look at your body, you are much stronger than last time!"

After all, it was his status, and Zhang Zuoxiang had also rushed over when he heard about this, so he quickly supported his other arm with a smile on his face: "Uncle, be careful not to catch a cold, it just snowed heavily... It's not warmer than Zhengjiatun!"

Feng Delin shrugged his nose and glared at his son with a squinting expression, "My nieces are really thoughtful! Come on, I brought some fun things for the kids from Zhengjiatun—"

"Huisheng, hurry up and unload the truck! Damn it, you need me to tell you everything, you have no sense at all!"

Knowing that he was scolding his son, Jiang Cheng suppressed his laughter and patted the stunned Feng Yong with his backhand. He then went up to greet Feng Yong and said that his father-in-law was also there, so they sat down together and had a glass of wine to warm up.

Today, the Governor's Mansion prepared a hot pot, which is full of the best yellow sheep meat and sturgeon freshly caught from Chagan Lake. It is very delicious when you add some chopped green onions and ginger slices to the plain water and dip it in sesame sauce.

But Feng Delin had a very poor appetite and felt very uncomfortable the whole time, as if this was a Hongmen Banquet set up for him.

After a difficult meal, Jiang Cheng dismissed his family members and left only each other.

Feng Yong and Zhang Zuoxiang wanted to watch, but then they thought that he had come to Jilin without informing anyone, so they obviously wanted to save his face... so they left the restaurant.

"Feilan, Third Master, I came to Jilin Prefecture this time to apologize to you!"

As if he had used up a lot of determination, Feng Delin smacked his lips and said to Jiang Cheng, "Actually, this matter has nothing to do with me at all!"

"Think about it carefully. There is a Cai family in front of us. Even if the third uncle is stupid... he would not murder my brother's son-in-law, right?"

"Besides, you and Feng Yong are like brothers, and you treat him well - I, I can't be so foolish!"

Jiang Cheng believed what he said.

Those cigarette dealers were indeed Feng Delin's henchmen...but the possibility that he colluded with the Japanese and gave orders to harm him was too low.

Besides, with the Guard Brigade here, the risk of directly assassinating me is too high—

Even if Feng Delin did not engage in the tobacco business, the income from Feng Yong in Daping Village alone would be enough to make him a comfortable life... The Feng family and the Cai family were in very different situations. Cai Yuanming considered himself noble and thought that his achievements were greater than his master's.
If the Feng family had the same intention as him, Feng Delin would never have chosen to retire when the Marshal repeatedly invited him to do so.

He is greedy, but he is not barefoot, so there is no need for him to play with his life.

Jiang Cheng glanced at him sideways without saying anything, while Feng Delin rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Hey Feilan, I know you won't believe me even if I say this without any reason——"

"In addition to bringing you some small things, I also brought you the account book."

Jiang Cheng was startled: "Account book?" (End of this chapter)