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

Asano Wenliang stepped into the magnificent lobby of the Maple Hotel and was immediately surrounded by its luxurious and solemn atmosphere. Under the guidance of Wu Jianbang, he stepped into the elevator, and the elevator door slowly closed, heading towards the top floor of the sixth floor. As the elevator continued to rise, Asano Wenliang's heart was full of doubts.

He knew the current situation of Fuso in China. Everyone wanted to attack it and the situation was grim. At the same time, his own identity was also very special. This meeting with Song Yuanming was undoubtedly an extremely sensitive action. According to common sense, Song Yuanming should choose to keep a low profile and meet him secretly to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

However, the truth was not so. The Maple Hotel was closed tonight, contrary to its usual practice, and hundreds of guards blocked the streets. All of this was obviously for this seemingly insignificant old man. Asano Wenliang couldn't help but start to think, why did Song Yuanming choose to act in such a high-profile way? Wasn't he afraid that the news of his meeting with him would be leaked, thus causing a negative impact on the reputation of the Southern Government?

The elevator finally reached the top floor of the sixth floor, and Asano Wenliang walked out of the elevator accompanied by Wu Jianbang. He looked up and looked forward, where he was about to meet Song Yuanming. He took a deep breath, sorted out his thoughts, and then walked forward.

In a small reception room on the sixth floor of the hotel, Song Yuanming sat on the sofa, his figure looked particularly peaceful under the soft light. He was wearing a white Tang suit with exquisite patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, revealing a luxurious temperament, yet solemn and elegant. He had a warm smile on his face, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

On the tea table, two exquisite tea cups were quietly placed, emitting a faint tea fragrance. It was the Dahongpao tea that had been brewed in advance, and the fragrance was overflowing and refreshing. Next to it, the incense burner was burning the best sandalwood, and a refreshing fragrance filled the whole room, making people feel relaxed and happy.

At this moment, Wu Jianbang pushed open the door of the reception room. With a respectful expression on his face, he said to Song Yuanming inside: "Prime Minister, Mr. Asano is here." As his voice fell, everyone's eyes were focused on the door.

Accompanied by Wu Jianbang, Asano Wenliang walked into the reception room. He was wearing a simple cloth and had a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes flashed with vigilance and doubt. He glanced at everyone in the room and finally set his eyes on Song Yuanming.

Next to Song Yuanming stood a tall man in a black suit.

His waist was bulging, obviously hiding a weapon. His eyes were sharp like an eagle, revealing a sense of majesty. He walked up to Asano Wenliang and said in a cold tone: "I'm sorry, sir, according to the rules, I have to search you. No weapons are allowed to be brought into this room."

After being searched, Asano Wenliang walked into the reception room. He did not seem uneasy because of the previous inspection, but walked towards Song Yuanming carelessly and stretched out his right hand in a natural manner.

"Hello, Prime Minister Song," he said with a hint of ease and casualness in his voice, "Today is the first time we meet. Unfortunately, I came in a hurry and did not bring you any gifts."

However, when he raised his hand to the air, Song Yuanming did not respond to his handshake. Asano Wenliang did not mind, but just shrugged lightly, showing great generosity. He turned around and sat down opposite Song Yuanming, sitting in a relaxed posture, giving people a casual feeling.

He looked around, his eyes fell on the Dahongpao teacup and incense burner on the coffee table. He spoke slowly, with appreciation in his tone: "Premier Song is really in a good mood, the best Dahongpao, the precious sandalwood, if I am not mistaken, this incense burner should be the extremely precious Xuande incense burner in your country's history."

His words revealed his deep understanding of Chinese culture and his keen observation. He did not hide his admiration but expressed it openly.

Then, Asano Wenliang picked up the teacup and took a sip. A satisfied expression appeared on his face, and he praised: "It is really good tea."

He is easy-going and smart, respectful but not losing his own identity. His words reveal a calmness and confidence, as if he can handle any situation with ease.

At the same time, he also showed his love and respect for Chinese culture, which made him appear more calm and at ease in his conversation with Song Yuanming.

Song Yuanming finally broke the silence, his voice was calm and majestic. His words revealed his respect for Asano Wenliang, and also hinted at his expectations for this exchange. His words made the atmosphere in the reception room formal and tense.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Asano, a Japanese, has such a deep understanding of our Chinese culture," Song Yuanming said, "If there is a chance, we can have a good exchange. But now let's get straight to the point. I heard from Jianbang that Mr. Asano has a plan for the Northern Frontier government. Why don't you tell me about it?"

After hearing Song Yuanming's words, a sly smile flashed in Asano Wenliang's eyes. His eyes became sharp and deep, as if he could see through people's hearts. However, when he spoke, his tone was still calm and composed.

"Prime Minister Song, I will speak frankly then." His voice revealed a kind of confidence and determination. He seemed ready to present his plan and also ready to deal with any questions that Song Yuanming might raise.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the reception room became more tense. The conversation between Asano Onryo and Song Yuanming was full of tension, as if it was a war without the smoke of gunpowder. Both of them showed their own personality traits and wisdom, making the conversation even more exciting.

Asano's gentle voice echoed in the reception room, and every word seemed to be carefully considered. When he spoke, he folded his hands on the table, and his fingertips touched lightly, as if playing a silent movement. His eyes flashed with wisdom, like a cunning fox observing its prey.

He paused, as if giving Song Yuanming enough time to digest his words. Then, he spoke again, his voice more firmly: "Today, under the leadership of Su Zhengyang, Northern Xinjiang is undergoing unprecedented changes. Their development speed is remarkable, which is undoubtedly a huge threat to the Southern Government. I believe that Premier Song knows better than me that conflict between the North and the South is inevitable. Su Zhengyang's goal is to achieve the unification of the North and the South. This is his long-cherished wish and the wish of the entire Northern Xinjiang."

Asano Wenliang leaned forward slightly, staring directly at Song Yuanming, as if he could see through his heart. There was a smug smile on his face, as if he had seen the moment when his plan would succeed.

"The Northern Frontier is like a sword hanging over the head of the Southern Government," he continued, "and this sword is becoming sharper and sharper. I believe that your government feels powerless about this. However, I have a complete plan that can plunge the Northern Frontier into chaos again, so that the Southern Government can have a chance to breathe."

After he finished speaking, the reception room fell into a brief silence. Asano Wenliang sat there, quietly waiting for Song Yuanming's reaction. He still had a smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a calm confidence. The entire reception room was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if there was an undercurrent surging.