The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

"Yes, the account book."

Seeing him speak, Feng Delin immediately stood up and took out a thick stack of account books from his cloth bag. "Here are my income from selling tobacco for more than a year... and my income from several tobacco shops in Siping and Changchun."

This old guy actually took out this thing to prove his sincerity?
"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Jiang Cheng pretended to be relaxed and smiled, "Just do your business - why would Fei Lan interfere?"

"Besides, the restaurants in Siping and Changchun,"

But Feng Delin didn't wait for Jiang Cheng to finish. He turned his head away and smacked his lips a few times. He said with a bitter face, "Fei Lan, you think so highly of Feng Yong. How can I be ignorant and interfere with your grand plan?"

"Since you are promoting a smoking ban in Jilin, can I really go against you? Come on, call that old guy Hai Rusong in front of me and ask him if my restaurants are still open."

"Before I came here, I gave the order that my eldest nephew wants to ban smoking in Jilin. Feng Laosan will definitely support it! Those restaurants have been closed down--"

"Also, all businesses under my name are prohibited from shipping to Jilin... I can't control other people in this business from now on. I'm going to set an example first! I, Feng Delin, won't do it!"

Jiang Cheng immediately clapped his hands and cheered, "Great! With what Third Master said, what else can I say?"

"Hahaha... It seems like this matter in Jinzhou is just a misunderstanding, right? She is trying to sow discord between us uncle and nephew, as well as between me and Feng Yong!"

"Look at the evil nature of the Japanese. They know that I am banning smoking in Jilin, so they are taking advantage of these dissatisfied cigarette dealers and coming up with these petty tricks to kill two birds with one stone, right?"

Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Feng Delin slapped his thigh and said, "That's not bad! Feilan, you are talking like a family... I,"

As he said this, he shook his legs excitedly, and there was a crisp bang sound coming from under him.

The sound, as if a heavy iron object was hitting the tiles, instantly attracted Jiang Cheng's attention.

Dark green in color, with a single-tube wooden handle…it’s a box of three.

Apparently, the old fellow was so excited that he moved too much, and something on his gun must have loosened. His old leg shook, and the gun fell to the ground through his trouser leg.

Feng Delin's whole body was stiff, and his old face had just turned a little red because of Jiang Cheng's words;
The sudden change made him as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant, but facing Jiang Cheng's cold gaze, he instantly turned as white as a piece of paper.

Wow!

In the blink of an eye, the guards standing on the left and right rushed over and surrounded the long table in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Cheng said nothing.

He pushed the chair aside, stood up, put his hands behind his back and walked towards Feng Delin in a square step.

His action frightened the old man so much that he trembled and stammered to explain, but he couldn't find any words.

"Feilan!"

As if he heard something unusual happening in the restaurant, Zhang Zuoxiang could no longer hold back and rushed in, pushing the door open.

However, Jiang Cheng did not say a word, nor did he hear his father-in-law exclaim. Instead, he bent down and picked up the pistol.

"hey-hey,"

With the corners of his thin lips slightly raised, Jiang Cheng turned around and glanced at Zhang Zuoxiang, whose face was paler than Feng Delin's, but then slowly shifted his gaze to the "culprit".

"Hey, Uncle, what are you doing?"

Looking at the gun over and over again, Jiang Cheng said in a playful tone, "This seems to be the second time you've dropped your gun, right?"

"I heard from Xishun that this was what happened to you last time you were at Shuai Ye's place - why are you putting on this peep show again when you come to Fei Lan's place?"

After all, they were the outlaws who had sworn brotherhood at Bajiaotai, so Feng Delin had regained his composure by now. He became even calmer when he saw his son Feng Yong and his younger brother Zhang Zuoxiang.

He showed some regret and laughed bitterly: "Hey, I am just like Jian Yuting, afraid of being blackmailed!"

When he escaped from prison in the capital and returned to Feng, the Marshal invited him to come out of retirement again... The old guy made the excuse "I'm not afraid that you will frame me" and kicked the pistol away for safety.

Unexpectedly, he dropped his gun halfway through the journey and was embarrassed by the Marshal.

Of course, the two brothers also sang a song of reconciliation because of this little episode.

Jiang Cheng smiled and looked at the cunning old man again, then looked at Zhang Zuoxiang and Feng Yong, and then laughed out loud: "Third uncle, you are teasing me!"

"If I really wanted to 'blackmail' you, I could have also called Feng Yong and my father—"

After saying this, he threw the gun to Feng Yong and pulled out his inseparable Browning from his waist: "Your old gun in your trouser pocket really went off... I don't know where it hit."

"Here—this nice gun is for you!"

Feng Delin was stunned.

He looked into Jiang Cheng's frank smiling face for half a minute, and suddenly burst into a long, hearty laugh.

This made everyone else present laugh inexplicably, but Jiang Cheng almost knew what he was going to say next.

"Good good!"

Pushing the good gun back with both hands, Feng Delin said with a smile, "Feilan, I, Feng Laosan, really admire you!"

"I can't take your gun, but I really accept your kindness—"

"Feng Yong, come here, you little bastard!"

Hearing his father calling him, Feng Yong immediately straightened his face and took two steps forward.

"Come on, open your eyes wide and recognize me carefully... From now on, you and the master of our Feng family must see clearly where they are!"

"Wherever Fei Lan goes, you must follow him closely from now on. If he listens to Yu Shuai, you should follow Yu Shuai as well. If he wants..."

Hearing that his words were crossing the line, Zhang Zuoxiang immediately coughed heavily and said, "Hey! That's enough. We have already sung the general and the prime minister. Don't add unnecessary details--"

"Hey Feilan, we should support your ban on smoking in Jilin... But you should also look at your uncle. He is short of cigarettes after dinner. I will take him to smoke a few puffs. It is not against the rules, right?"

After saying this, without caring whether Jiang Cheng agreed or not, he asked He Yongqing, who was following closely behind him, to support Feng Delin and let the confused old man leave.

"Feilan, I..."

Seeing the old man staggering and walking away with the help of He Yongqing and others, Feng Yong looked very embarrassed. "I didn't expect it to be like this, old man,"

Seeing him hesitate to speak for a few times, Jiang Cheng waved his hand and smiled generously, "We are all brothers, there is nothing to be unclear about——"

"The Jinzhou incident was just a misunderstanding. It's good that it has been made clear."

"Oh, by the way, brother, I heard that my sister-in-law Jin Tao is also pregnant? I said that no matter whether she gives birth to a boy or a girl, she must marry me in the future..."

Feng Yong was speechless after hearing what he said. He could only smile bitterly and agree repeatedly.

After sending him out the door, Zhang Zuoxiang behind him spoke. (End of this chapter)