War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 345: Why are you pretending to be such a grandson? (1500 monthly tickets)

"Fuck me!"

In the early morning, when Xu Chaoyang woke up, he was awakened by the sunshine. The autumn sunshine was not very strong, and it woke him up naturally when it shone on his face.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw Yuan Fuzhen sitting on the bed with swollen eyes, hugging his shoulders and turning his head to stare at him...

"Are you sick!"

How could he understand what Yuan Fuzhen was thinking?
Just as Yuan Fuzhen was about to open her mouth, a servant came and knocked on the door...

When, when, when.

"Miss, son-in-law, are you awake? There are guests coming."

guest?

This early in the morning?
Xu Chaoyang sat up from the bed and asked, "Who is it? Why are you here so early?"

"I don't know him. He said he was from Peking and his last name was Song."

Your surname is Song?

Why is this ghost still lingering around?

Xu Chaoyang got out of bed, washed up, put on his military uniform and went downstairs. After all, his surname was Song, so he had to look presentable.

After coming out of the room, Xu Chaoyang saw Young Master Song downstairs on the stairs. Young Master Song was wearing a hat and sunglasses and was looking at him head on. He had no intention of sitting on the sofa at all.

Xu Chaoyang quickly cupped his hands and said, "Chairman Song, what brings you here?"

Young Master Song smiled and said, "I came here this time not only to attend the wedding of your Captain Xu, but also to take a look at the economic environment in the Pingjin area. I just saw it in Beiping, and now I see Tianjin. Captain Xu, you have to do your best to be a good host."

"That's for sure, for sure!"

"Young Master Song is such an honorable guest, so many people want to invite him but can't. How dare I, Xu Chaoyang, ignore him?"

Xu Chaoyang went downstairs and stood beside Young Master Song, pretending to be concerned and asking, "It's early autumn now, are you used to the weather in the north?"

He was not asking about the weather in early autumn, but showing a kind of submission that he didn't know how to care about. He wanted to deal with the matter at hand quickly so that he could go back to Dagu to continue studying his guns. At present, there was an armored vehicle waiting to be dismantled in the 217th Regiment. Xu Chaoyang was still thinking about dismantling the armored vehicle to see if he could copy and paste it himself. There was too much work to do, so how could he have time to accompany these people?
But Young Master Song was not so tactful and said, "Captain Xu, take me for a stroll along the Haihe River?"

"Why not? Let's go."

Xu Chaoyang didn't even put on his military jacket, he just walked out of the house. As soon as he got out of the door, he saw a whole row of soldiers in the courtyard and on both sides of the wall!

The attire of these people is different from that of ordinary soldiers, and each of them is holding a fancy machine gun in their hands.

"What is this?" Xu Chaoyang turned around and took a look, pointing at the team whose members were all equipped with helmets.

"Don't get me wrong, Captain Xu. These are the people my brother transferred from the Tax Police Corps to protect me."

Xu Chaoyang waved his hand unhappily: "Come to my place, I will naturally be responsible for the safety issues." He showed his arrogance and knew that Young Master Song would definitely understand. Only a person with such problems would not be feared. This good intention really earned Young Master Song a slight smile as he followed behind Xu Chaoyang.

The two of them got into a military jeep, the kind without doors. The front seat had to be put down so that Young Master Song could sit in the back seat, and then the back of the seat had to be lifted up so that Xu Chaoyang could sit in the passenger seat.

This car led a platoon of soldiers behind it and drove towards the Haihe River under the control of the driver. The small Western-style buildings on the Haihe River and the vendors selling seafood around formed a polar world. The vendors stood on the river bank in ragged clothes, and the people walking on the road were all foreigners in suits and leather shoes, and foreign girls in dresses holding umbrellas. What they saw was cars passing by, but what they ate was dust. They were clearly on their own land, but the place that was taken away from them was called a concession.

Xu Chaoyang and Young Master Song's car could only be parked outside the concession because of their military uniforms.

"Did you see that?" Young Master Song looked at the concession and said, "Soldiers from our own country cannot enter our own land, and we cannot walk on our own roads."

Xu Chaoyang had seen it a long time ago, and he was thinking the same thing, but he said, "What can we do? Didn't the Western powers start colonizing the world a long time ago?"

"So we need more officers with practical experience and combat talents to control better troops, so that we can gradually recover the lost land." Young Master Song looked at Xu Chaoyang and finally stated the purpose of this trip: "Captain Xu, it's a pity to leave talents like you in the local area."

Young Master Song didn't say the next words, but Xu Chaoyang got the hint.

What he meant was, if he continued to develop like this, when would he be able to compete with foreign enemies? Then he might as well go to a better place, with better soldiers and better equipment, such as the Tax Police Corps.

Yes, it was indeed a good future for Xu Chaoyang. Before He Yingqin confirmed that Xu Chaoyang was his man, he had used this title to win him over, and even contacted Jinling specifically. But now it is different. Xu Chaoyang has his own territory and a research and development unit. What can the Tax Police Corps give him?
A higher military rank?
A higher official position or a higher salary?
When money can no longer tempt Xu Chaoyang and official positions can no longer shake him, is there anything else that can attract Xu Chaoyang other than the position of being able to participate in top-level decision-making?

there is none left……

What's more, given his status, how could he possibly participate in top-level decision-making?

It would be better to have the final say down there, even if it is at the local level.

But how could this young man understand all this?

Perhaps, their family just sent him here to try to win over a grassroots general with more practical experience to take control of the Tax Police Corps, so that they can better control it and give him some small rewards.

"So, what about the captain's wife?"

"Doesn't she want to change her environment and experience the modernity of Jinling?"

"Captain Xu, you are not alone now. Don't you want your family to stay in a safer place..." Young Master Song laughed again.

Xu Chaoyang deliberately lowered his head, as if he had removed his military arrogance and bowed before the world, and said, "Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog." He sighed, "I, Xu Chaoyang, have fought for my life all the way from the Northeast. It's good enough to have today. I dare not even think about Jinling..." He also deliberately joked, "Chairman Song, I heard that in Jinling, even sneezing requires eight reports? Hahahaha, I can't live like that..."

Young Master Song shook his head at Xu Chaoyang, his eyes full of 'ungratefulness'. Finally, he stood by the river bank without saying anything, as if he had ended the conversation.

However, Xu Chaoyang was obviously more tactful than this young master Song. He said, "Chairman Song, I don't know much about economic matters. You are engaged in the banking industry in Guangdong. If you want to meet with banking experts here, just give me a call. I, Xu Chaoyang, have no other skills. As long as you give the order, I can tie these people up and bring them to your conference room... In addition, Dagu does have something to do, so I will..."

Young Master Song still didn't say anything. At this moment, Xu Chaoyang turned around and left, cursing in his heart: "Why are you pretending to be a grandson?"

At this moment, someone in the corner was holding a notebook and wrote four words in a place where he could hide his figure but still hear the conversation between both parties - parting on bad terms.

(End of this chapter)