The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

"You have subdued this father and son, so you are not just thinking about banning smoking, right?"

Jiang Cheng was depressed by his father-in-law's words.

From what he said, the relationship between you and me...is still just a marriage, right?
In this way, Zhang Zuoxiang still leaned towards the Marshal: he was worried that his power would gradually grow and threaten the political situation in Northeast China in the future.

Standing inside the glass door, staring at the vast snowy scene in the front yard of the Governor's Mansion, Jiang Cheng quickly retracted his distant gaze and turned back with a smile on his face: "Dad, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand."

Zhang Zuoxiang seemed a little tired at this time, leaning on the leather sofa in the front hall.

After several months of recuperation in the capital, he still seems to be not fully recovered.

However, the look of this wise senior executive was more serious than ever.

Is he waiting for my answer?
How can I answer?
Let me tell you, I plan to fight against Marshal Zhang in the future, just like Cao Kun and Wu Peifu in the interior of the country, and the entire Luoyang faction and Baoding faction?

Jiang Cheng lowered his dark eyes, and then laughed again: "Dad, you just think that Fei Lan is strong now, and plans to win over more forces to oppose our handsome master in the future, right?"

"But let's be honest, I... really don't have that intention!"

He is telling the truth.

Not to mention whether he has the intention to fight against Fengtian, given the current situation, does he need to do so?
Wu Junsheng, after his first direct service, had already given himself the best example -

With an old fox in front of him, he can slowly get back on his feet in Jilin. Since he hasn't reached a critical moment, why should he be independent?
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zuoxiang's dark eyes, which were somewhat intimidating, immediately regained some spirit, but he was still a little suspicious: "Really?"

Jiang Cheng pretended to be angry and said, "Dad, how big must your son-in-law's head be to really be able to bear such a big hat of rebellion?"

"Don't you think about it - back then, didn't Cai Yuanzong and Cai Yuanming think that they had grown strong enough to pull Dapingzhuang and the brigade to oppose me?"

"You know what the result is!"

This statement may sound a bit high-sounding, but it is really appropriate for the current situation.

Zhang Zuoxiang let out a long sigh: "So what is your intention today?"

Jiang Cheng smiled calmly: "Think about it, my father was an old subordinate of the Third Uncle - the situation with the Cai family is completely different."

"Even if these tobacco dealers attacked me under the direct order of Third Master, can I really deal with them the same way as the Cai family? You can see that he came here with such sincerity today and took the lead in closing down the tobacco shop. Can I really chase him and beat him?"

Moreover, when Feng Delin led his troops to rebel against the Marshal, the old fox let him go in exchange for the return of the Green Forest Faction and the stable development of the Northeast for more than a decade.

In terms of skill, no one can match Marshal Zhang, so it’s better to just follow him.

"You really hit the nail on the head."

At this time, the father-in-law had completely calmed down. He slowly stood up while holding the armrest of the sofa. "I was right about you, Feilan. Our Jilin is always peaceful. Our Northeast is also... peaceful!"

Jiang Cheng stood up and walked him out. His father-in-law's trusting eyes were visible through the car window as he got into the car until the black sedan drove out of the corridor between the gates.

That very evening, some letters came from Zhang Zuoxiang's home, saying that Feng Delin had always admired Jiang Cheng's political vision and skills, saying that he was several levels higher than his own son and Han Qing.

Jiang Cheng knew that what he said was certainly half true and half false, but he also knew clearly in his heart that the fact that the young marshal was also anxious to lead his men to Shandong to grab the credit was an example of his unwiseness. He was not impressed by Shandong in 1919.

Defending one's country is indeed a commendable heroism, but if you want to be a hero...isn't it enough to just have a passion?
But Jiang Cheng still had to put on some show for Duan Zhigui. After all, this guy was the most uncomfortable one at the moment, caught between many parties.

“Haha, if you keep saying this, and the people in the Marshal’s Mansion hear it, they will think that I, Jiang Cheng, am complaining a lot.”

Holding the receiver in his hand, Jiang Cheng leaned back in his office chair and said in a casual tone, "This guard brigade entered the border to replace my uncle Gao Wensheng. This was decided by our commander."

"Yes, what you said is not very good. Even if I, Jiang Cheng, am the governor of a province, I am only from our family... Yes, yes, that's right. The young marshal will be here in a few days. You should also control the mouths of your subordinates. No matter how unhappy you are, don't say it to others..."

After comforting the complaining Duan Zhigui, Jiang Cheng hung up the phone and smiled, shaking his head:
Don't look at this guy as incompetent and pedantic, he is really good at judging the situation——

He wanted to find out the conflict between Jilin and Fengtian provinces so as to muddy the waters and gain an advantage...but he didn't think about it, if I really want to control Shandong, would it be your turn to guard Jinan?

Now Gao Wensheng and the White Russian Regiment have begun to swap guards with Zhang Hanqing, which will definitely attract the attention of the capital. Whether you can muddy the waters depends on your ability.

"Master, it's getting colder these days, please drink some hot tea..."

Duan Xinyu's voice interrupted Jiang Cheng's thoughts. Ever since she was almost silenced, her attitude changed 180 degrees. Not only did she frequently visit Hai Zhang's two wives, she also often came to him to show her courtesy.

As if she saw his scrutinizing expression, the girl immediately lowered her eyelids to avoid his gaze, "I cooked... but I don't know if it suits your taste."

He was actually a little thirsty at the moment, so he turned around and took the cup from her hand - unexpectedly it was still warm, "Why does it smell like orange? Tsk tsk, it even smells a bit like medicine!"

Duan Xinyu quickly added: "I heard from Sister Xin that you caught a cold recently and have a cough. I bought some tangerine peel, angelica dahurica and kumquat to make warm tea -"

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Oh? From what you said, you know a little bit about pharmacology?"

It was just a casual remark, but Duan Xinyu didn't expect him to tell her the reason... Her biological mother's surname was Bai, and her family was a medical family in Beijing.

"The surname is Bai, and the family is a medical family... Could it be Baicao Hall?"

Jiang Cheng took two sips to moisten his throat and made a joke.

"What is Baicao Hall?"

Duan Xinyu looked confused.

Jiang Cheng laughed secretly. Of course you haven't heard of it. It's a TV series shot in modern times. You're not a time traveler.

However, what his concubine added in the second half of the sentence almost made him choke on his tea.

"Her family is Tongzhitang, which has quite a bit of business in Beijing!"

Jiang Cheng choked on his tea in shock. Duan Xinyu was so anxious that she quickly leaned forward and patted his back, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Slow down..."

Jiang Cheng didn't care about his red face, and excitedly shook his concubine's hand: "Say it again, is it the Bai family of Tongzhitang in the capital?" (End of this chapter)