Time Travel: Female Cannon Fodder of the Republic of China

Li Maili glanced at him and said "hmm" lightly.

Two days later, Andre delivered the six types of pistols and 5,000 rounds of ammunition found in the underground shooting range to No. 15 Zhaoqingbang.

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Two years later, in the spring of the seventh year of the Republic of China.

Ai Shutong walked out of St. John's University holding her handbag.

He reached out to stop a rickshaw, "No. 15, Zhaoqingbang."

Years ago, after the death of President Liu, the various factions fell apart. The Anhui faction and the Zhili faction fought for central power, and Prime Minister Meng, a warlord of the Anhui faction, held real power in the Beijing government.

In the same year, Ai Shutong was admitted to St. John's University, which is known as the "Harvard" of the East.

St. John's University is located in the west of Shanghai, quite far from the house in Nanshi, so Ai Shutong has never moved and still lives in Zhaoqingbang with Xia Yu.

As soon as I got home, I was stopped by Li Rong in the hallway, "Miss, your letter."

Li Rong is the son of Li Zhong. After graduating from high school, he failed to get into university. Now he follows Li Zhong to manage Li Maili's real estate in Shanghai.

Ai Shutong took a look and saw that there were two letters. "Thank you."

As she was about to go back to her room, she was stopped by Li Rong again. "Miss, some classmates heard that Peking Opera master Mei Laoban is coming to Shanghai, and they asked me to go to Nanjing Road Theater to watch an opera. Do you want to go?"

Ai Shutong was a little stunned when she heard this. She had the opportunity to listen to Boss Mei's play in Beijing, but Zheng Qiuying was not up to the task and failed the exam. She was required to go to school for make-up classes on her day off, so she was unable to go...

"Miss, ma'am?"

Li Rong's shout brought Ai Shutong back to her senses.

"Oh! You guys go ahead, I don't have time lately."

He smiled and nodded to Li Rong, then turned and went back to the house.

What she didn't know was that after she left, Li Rong stared at her door for a long time before turning around and going back to his home.

Xia Yu knew that the young lady would definitely come back on Saturday night, so she was busy cooking in the kitchen.

"Miss, are you back?"

Ai Shutong: "Well, I'm back. When is dinner?"

Xia Yu: "We have to wait a while!"

Ai Shutong: "I see. I'll go to the study first!"

Xia Yu: "Okay, it's done, I'll call you!"

Ai Shutong put her handbag on the desk and started reading the letter.

One letter was from Zhan Yongwen of the "Bai Hua Wen Xin Bao", saying that he had come to see Ai Shutong a few days ago, but she was not at home, so he wanted to meet with her to discuss the next novel.

Ai Shutong put the letter aside. Although the previous novel had been completed for a month, she had not started writing a new novel until now.

She picked up the second letter and unexpectedly it was from Zheng Qiuying whom she thought of at the door.

Not long after President Liu's death, she wrote a letter to Zheng Qiuying and told her her address in Shanghai.

More than a month later, she received a reply from Zheng Qiuying, in which she cursed Ai Shutong, saying that she was heartless and had not even said goodbye to her before leaving, making her worry for so long in vain.

Ai Shutong felt a little amused and a little guilty. She immediately wrote an apology letter and sent it.

This was the second time she received a letter from Zheng Qiuying. It seemed that Qiuying had forgiven her, otherwise there would not have been this letter!

She opened the letter and read it carefully. After a while, she ran to the kitchen happily, "Xia Yu! Qiu Ying is coming to Shanghai!"

After President Liu died, Prime Minister Meng took office and the Zheng family was marginalized. Old Man Zheng held on to his last breath and found a way out for the Zheng family.

The eldest son stayed in Beijing, while the second son, Zheng Guangchi, was transferred to Shanghai as director of the Shanghai Public Works Bureau. The third son, Zheng Guangyun, was transferred to Xi'an, Shaanxi as secretary general.

As soon as Zheng Guangchi received the letter of appointment, Zheng Qiuying hurriedly sent a letter to Ai Shutong.

Ai Shutong hugged Xia Yu excitedly and jumped and shouted.

Xia Yu was infected by her and also laughed out loud.

"Let's celebrate with some wine tonight."

Xia Yu spread a tablecloth on the table, and Ai Shutong took out a five-candle lamp holder, lit the candles, and placed it on the table.

After all the food was served, Ai Shutong took out the wine that Ina gave her and poured two glasses.

As soon as Xia Yu turned off the lights, the two began to enjoy their candlelight dinner.

The next day was Sunday, and Ai Shutong was unable to sleep in.

She got up early, had breakfast, and went to the "Baihuawen Xinbao".

After two years of development, Zhan Yongwen became the president and manager of the Shanghai branch of the Baihuawen Xinbao.

His colleague Chen Yongnan became the editor-in-chief, and they gradually recruited a dozen more people.

Now it looks quite large.

As soon as Ai Shutong entered, Xiao Li saw her. He was surprised and immediately stepped forward, "Miss Ai, long time no see."

"Please sit down first. I'll pour you a cup of tea."

Ai Shutong raised her hand to stop him, "No, I'm not thirsty. Is President Zhan here?"

Xiao Li smiled and said, "In the office upstairs."

Ai Shutong: "Then I'll go up to find him."

Xiao Li watched her go upstairs, and when he turned around, he bumped into the newcomer Xiao He.

"What are you doing here?"

Xiao He raised his eyebrows at him in an ambiguous way, "Who was that beautiful lady just now?"

Xiao Li glared at him angrily, "Don't get the wrong idea. Miss Ai is not someone we can dream of. She is the boss's secret crush!"

Xiao He immediately put on a serious face, "Brother Li, you think too much. I heard that the great writer Kong Huanxi is a woman, so when I saw the lady coming over, I asked out of curiosity!"

Xiao Li pushed him away with a look of disgust, "Less curiosity, more work!"

Ai Shutong knocked on the door of Zhan Yongwen's office as if she knew the way.

"Please come in."

She first stuck her head in and said, "Morning, President Zhan!"

Zhan Yongwen suddenly laughed, "What a rare guest! Come in quickly!"

After Ai Shutong came in, she sat on the sofa.

Zhan Yongwen asked: "Coffee or tea?"

Ai Shutong: "Coffee, right? The coffee you made last time was delicious."

Zhan Yongwen's interest was immediately piqued.

“I can also whip cream!”

As he said that, he began to roll up his sleeves.

Ai Shutong: "No need to bother!"

Zhan Yongwen: "Yes, yes. It's not easy for you to come here once."

Ai Shutong: "I received your letter. I came here specifically to tell you that I haven't written my next novel yet."

As Zhan Yongwen brewed coffee, he said, "Your novel was published half a month ago."

"You are very popular now. Take this opportunity and your new article will be easily loved by the public."

Ai Shutong: "As the president, you are so busy every day, why do you still care about this kind of thing?"

Zhan Yongwen smiled and said, "You are the best-selling writer in our newspaper. Thanks to you, our newspaper sales have increased several times!"

"You are our God of Wealth, don't I have to serve you well?!"

The beautiful words made Ai Shutong laugh out loud.

Zhan Yongwen added: "You are also a well-known writer now. If you write more, I will charge you 2.5 yuan per thousand words!"

Two dollars and a half per thousand words, if you hand in 2,000 words every day, you can get 150 dollars a month. In this era, this is already a rare high-income person.