Quartermasters can also fight the devils

Zhang Wenwu rubbed his still dizzy head and couldn't help but smile bitterly as he stood in front of the door of a French-style house.

I was originally a young man in modern times. After graduating from college, I successfully entered a large enterprise and lived a relaxed life with a salary every day. Unexpectedly, on the way home from get off work last night, I was busy looking at beautiful women on the way, and was ruthlessly brought here by a large truck, and traveled to this guy now. And this guy is even more outrageous. He was walking and looking at beautiful women, and his head hit the roadside electric pole without paying attention, and then he passed by and was taken by Zhang Wenwu.

After a whole morning of mental buffering, Zhang Wenwu finally integrated all the information about this guy.

The guy I traveled through time to was also called Zhang Wenwu. He had a pretty good background. He used to be a division commander under Zhejiang Governor Lu. Later, he joined the Northern Expedition Army after judging the situation. After his military power was taken away, he was very sensible and applied to retire and became a private citizen. He used the money he had accumulated over the years to start a business, which was thriving.

Zhang Wenwu has an older brother named Zhang Wenjun. When he was young, like most young students at that time, he had the idea of ​​saving the country and the people. He stole a hundred dollars from his father and resolutely ran to Guangzhou with his classmates. He was admitted to the first term of the Whampoa Military Academy. He became a staunch member of the fight to overthrow warlords like his father. Of course, the surrender of the old man was also inseparable from the matchmaking of Zhang Wenjun. After all, the old man was not stupid. He was a person who had successfully come up from the warlords' infighting for many years. How could he not see the situation clearly, let alone fight with his own son's side. The old man would not do anything that was not beneficial.

Of course, the old man also had a backup plan. After surrendering, he asked someone to send his twelve-year-old youngest son Zhang Wenwu to study in the United States, under the pretext of training an industrialist for the country. In addition, he wanted to leave an insurance for the Zhang family.

Zhang Wenwu also lived up to expectations and studied in the United States for six years. When he was about to graduate from high school, he was called back from the other side of the ocean by a telegram from his father. The reason was simple. After the Kuomintang came to power, it also gained a firm foothold. The eldest son Zhang Wenjun also successfully made it to the core of the central government. It was time to find a good future for the younger son.

After returning to China, with the help of his grandfather and brother, Zhang Wenwu successfully entered the Central Army School. According to his grandfather, the world is still in chaos these days, and without some handy weapons to defend yourself, you will not be able to succeed.

Now, Zhang Wenwu was standing in front of his eldest brother's house. With the mentality of "if the enemy comes, we will fight him; if the water comes, we will block it with earth", he raised his hand and pressed the doorbell at the gate.

"I'm coming"

There was a voice coming from the front door. Zhang Wenwu knew it was Aunt Feng, the nanny from his eldest brother's family.

The door opened, and Aunt Feng saw Zhang Wenwu standing outside, and quickly opened the door wider to facilitate Zhang Wenwu to come in. At the same time, she smiled at Zhang Wenwu and said, "The young master is here, the eldest master and the eldest mistress are waiting in the living room, waiting for you to come over for dinner."

"Aunt Feng, thank you for your help," Zhang Wenwu said with a smile

This Aunt Feng has been in the Zhang family for many years. She is absolutely an "insider". After the eldest brother got married, she was sent by the old man to help take care of his daily life.

Zhang Wenwu walked into the living room with familiarity. This was a two-story western-style building with a yard outside planted with flowers and plants. He had been to this house too many times. Whenever the school had a holiday, he would come here to improve his meals.

There was no way, Zhang Wenwu was also a spoiled child. Whenever he had time, he would come to eat and drink for free.