Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Su Zhengyang showed a hint of interest and slowly said, "Could it be that these three sworn brothers you mentioned all graduated from the Frunze Military Academy like you?"

He Qingzhu smiled and said, "I am the eldest of the four. Let me introduce the three brothers to Governor Su. The second brother is Zhou Weiguo. He was originally a top student in the Law Department of Shanghai University. Because he witnessed the arrogance of the Japanese in Shanghai and the inaction of the domestic government, he went to the Bird Empire and studied at the Berlin Army Military Academy before returning to China. He is a top military talent."

Su Zhengyang was slightly stunned, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This so-called Zhou Weiguo's fate is somewhat similar to that of the male protagonist in a TV series called Snow Leopard that I watched in later life.

"The third child is Wang Junjie, a Chinese who grew up in the United States. He once served in the U.S. Navy and studied at the Annapolis Naval Academy for several years. He obtained a bachelor's degree. Later, he returned to China with his family. After learning about the situation in China, he was willing to contribute to China."

"The fourth child, Zhuo Mingxuan, graduated from the Nanpu Military Academy of the Southern Government. He was one of the second batch of students in the Nanpu Military Academy. Later, he was recommended to study at the West Point Military Academy. However, due to offending the Song family of the Southern Government, his future was ruined and he became disheartened. Now he is unemployed at home."

The more Su Zhengyang listened, the more excited he became. These four people, including He Qingzhu, were all well-deserved top talents. If he could recruit them under his command, they would surely be of great use.

"Okay, you ask the three sworn brothers to report to the Northwest Revolutionary Army Headquarters in Linzhou. I will personally write a letter of recommendation and arrange for you to join the army. Our Northwest Revolutionary Army has always been clear about rewards and punishments. As long as you can show enough merit, I guarantee that the four of you brothers will all be famous generals in the future!"

After resolving the issue of his future with his three sworn brothers, He Qingzhu enthusiastically drank a few glasses with Su Zhengyang, discussing the current international situation and the future development direction of the Northwest Revolutionary Army.

In fact, top talents like them are very welcome by major warlord forces in the country, and even the northern border and southern governments.

But in their view, whether in the northern border or the southern country, some of their ways of doing things and future development guidelines are inconsistent with their ideas.

The Northern Frontier seems to be a good place to go, but the governors of the various provinces under its command are actually local tyrants and a group of scattered people.

Huang Guangtai of the Southern Government is an extremely hypocritical person. He keeps talking about national justice, but in fact, what he does is more disgusting than the last. Looking at the country, only the vigorous Northwest Revolutionary Army is the most suitable platform for their development from any perspective.

After dinner, He Zhengnan asked He Qingzhu to push him to the study, and solemnly called He Qinglan as well.

In front of Su Zhengyang, Mr. He took out a dark yellow kraft paper file bag from the drawer of his desk, and took out a thick stack of paper documents from the file bag.

"Zhengyang, I don't have much time left. I'm afraid I won't see China's rise in my lifetime. As long as you sign this document, after I die, you will get 70% of the shares of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce for free, and you will get a huge amount of dividends every year as long-term funds for the development of your Northwest Revolutionary Army. This is my intention, and it is also the last contribution that a useless old man like me can make for China."

Old Master He looked directly into Su Zhengyang's eyes, his weathered and turbid eyes revealing hope for the future development of China.

Su Zhengyang waved his hand righteously and said, "Grandpa, this Chinese Chamber of Commerce is your life's work and the root of three generations of the He family. I'm sorry I can't accept this great gift."

The old man said calmly, "People live for only one lifetime, and plants and trees wither in autumn. No matter how brilliant and admired you are, you will end up as nothing more than a pile of dirt. You must leave some meaningful traces when you come to this world. My lifelong wish is to see China truly get rid of the backwardness and poverty, and to see the palace open to the world, and people from all over the world pay homage to the emperor! This is the only grand scene I want to see in my life!"

"If you don't accept my kindness, I will die with regret."

Su Zhengyang and Yang Qiyue looked at each other. This generous gift from the old man was too heavy.

On the other hand, He Qinglian and He Qingzhu, brother and sister, seemed to have anticipated this result. They knew very well what kind of person the old man was.

"You don't have to worry about the He family. I left them 10% of the shares, and the other 20% will be left to the elderly who have worked hard for the Chinese Chamber of Commerce all their lives. This 10% of the shares is enough to cover the expenses of the He family."

You know, according to the current accounts of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, the profit that the Chinese Chamber of Commerce can earn from the entire China every year is about 400 million oceans, which almost exceeds the tax revenue of the entire Northern Frontier Central Government. It is completely a hen that lays golden eggs. Su Zhengyang holds 70% of the shares. In other words, he can take away more than 200 million oceans in cash every year.

All in all, Su Zhengyang had only two in-depth exchanges with the old man.

Of course, Su Zhengyang's father, Su Yuting, has known the old man for decades, but Mr. He is still willing to give the 70% of the shares to Su Zhengyang. This shows his respect and trust.

After thinking for a moment, Su Zhengyang walked up to the old man and said solemnly, "Okay, I, Su Zhengyang, will accept the 70% of the shares, but I, Su Zhengyang, will not spend a single cent of it on myself. I will use it all for the development of the Northwest Revolutionary Army. Old man, I, Su Zhengyang, swear here that even if I spend my entire life, I will realize your wish of opening the gates of heaven and having people from all over the world bow to you."

The old man instantly smiled and laughed heartily: "Good! Good! This is the good man of my country, this is the style of the Su family's general!"

"Zhengyang, I heard that you are going to lead your troops to the north to attack the Japanese pirates in Fusang. Even with my last breath, I will watch these bandits fall into the abyss of no return. Are you confident that the Northwest Revolutionary Army can win this battle?"

Su Zhengyang said firmly: "The white mountains and black soil of the Northeast are the burial place of 900,000 Kwantung Army! We will wear our golden armor after a hundred battles in the yellow sand, and we will not return until we have conquered Loulan! In this battle, our Northwest Revolutionary Army will win with the patriotic will of hundreds of millions of Chinese people!"

At this moment, Su Zhengyang was like a peerless sword that had just been unsheathed, sharp and ready to draw blood, making people look at him sideways.