The Republic of China: A Letter of Appointment Creates the Most Powerful Warlord

The next morning, the outside world was still bustling, and everyone was counting the days, looking forward to seeing more legendary figures in Shanghai.

In the Independent Army Villa District, Zhang Ye, who had just woken up, looked at the various breakfasts on the table and asked with a little surprise.

"Today's style is quite extravagant."

"Since I've finally come to Shanghai, I have to try the local specialties."

Lu Shan handed over a wet towel and then reminded him.

"Some of these snacks should be eaten hot. They won't taste good if they're cold."

"Okay, then I'll try it first." Zhang Ye leaned forward and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and started eating slowly.

As soon as he sat down, a person from the intelligence processing department walked into the room slowly with a stack of documents. After saluting the two of them, he began to report the latest situation.

"At four o'clock last night in the morning, King Fengbei successfully landed in Shanghai. He is currently staying at the Shanghu Hotel. His subsequent itinerary has not yet been determined."

"Min Prefecture warlord Jiang Xiansheng and former Duan clique Chief of Staff Xu Zhenlin also boarded the special train last night and are expected to land in Shanghai at noon today."

"The charity dinner has sparked a strong reaction from all walks of life. This morning at six o'clock, student protests broke out again at Shanghai University. Groups of university students took to the streets to oppose the outcome of the peace talks, and the momentum is intensifying!"

"At three o'clock last night in the morning, the Sakura Kingdom's warship arrived at the port of Shanghu. Many political and business representatives were present, and they were warmly welcomed by the International Settlement!"

As news came in one after another, Zhang Ye remained as steady as a rock, sitting at the table and leisurely eating breakfast.

Most of the information here is of no great value, except for the appearance of Sakura Country, which was a little beyond his expectations.

At such a critical moment, these dwarfs came here, probably to fish in troubled waters and flatter the Eagle Sauce in order to gain their support.

It seems that they are still unwilling to give up on the ownership of Qindao.

Ding Ling Ling...

Just as Zhang Ye was eating slowly and thinking about something, the phone rang.

Lu Shan walked quickly forward and looked a little surprised after picking up the phone. Then he immediately took the phone to the dining table and reminded in a low voice.

"Marshal, this is from the Shanghu Hotel, it's the King of Fengbei!"

"Here, give it to me!" Zhang Ye's expression changed slightly, but without much hesitation, he reached out to take the phone and greeted with a smile, "Is this Marshal Zhang? I'm Zhang Ye!"

"Hahaha..." Upon hearing his voice, a hearty laugh immediately rang out from the other end of the phone: "What Marshal Zhang or Marshal Wang? We both have the surname Zhang, so who are you calling?"

"I'm a little older than you, so I'll take advantage of you. Just call me brother!"

"Oh, that won't do. You are my senior and my elder. Calling you 'older brother' is too disrespectful."

Zhang Ye said this very politely, and then changed the subject without getting too hung up on the address.

"I heard that you have arrived in Shanghai. Is there anything you want to do this time?"

"Hahaha, General Zhang is really an expert at pretending to be clueless. How could you not know why I'm here?" Old Zhang quickly changed his mind and laughed non-stop while curled up on the sofa. "Our Da Xia place must be supported by Da Xia people."

"I don't care what others think, but the Independence Army's affairs are my business. I have to come to the charity dinner to show my support."

"Oh, thank you for your support, I really didn't expect the Marshal to be so considerate and come here in person."

Zhang Ye was very humble and treated himself as a junior when talking to the other party.

"This is my fault too. I didn't send you an invitation. It was indeed an oversight."

"What invitation? There's no need for such talk among men." Old Zhang said with a nonchalant expression, "Wait a minute, I'm planning to go to the Independence Army base. General Zhang, do you have time? Can we meet and chat for a while?"

"No problem, Marshal, I'll arrange a car to pick you up right away!" Zhang Ye agreed without hesitation. He also wanted to meet this legendary figure and see what was so special about this King of Fengbei.

"Don't bother. I have everything. Let's meet in an hour and talk."

Lao Zhang is unusually decisive. That's just the way he is. He does what he says and won't hesitate for so long.

Just like this trip to Shanghai, their purpose was quite clear, which was to support Zhang Ye, meet him and have a good chat.

As for other matters, he had no interest in getting involved, nor did he want to get into unnecessary trouble at this time.

"Alright, Marshal, I'll be waiting for your arrival."

After exchanging a few simple pleasantries, Zhang Ye hung up the phone with a smile.

"Shanzi, arrange for a welcoming convoy to go to the Shanghu Hotel. No matter what, he is serving the Northern King, and he must be treated with due respect."

"Okay, Marshal, I'll arrange it right away!"

Lu Shan nodded hurriedly, turned around and ran out the door.

This time they brought thirty cars, enough for their daily travel needs.

If it's really not enough, there are more than 20 spare vehicles at the base, which can fully meet the needs of most people.

"Well, you don't have to eat this meal."

After receiving the news, Zhang Ye lost his appetite and went upstairs to change his clothes.

Fengbei Army, Fengbei King, these are legendary figures. Over the years, we have only heard of them but never seen them.

We met in Shanghai today and we must have a good chat.

……

On the other side, the Shanghai Hotel.

In the room where King Fengbei was, a group of civil officials and military generals gathered.

After everyone saw him hang up the phone, they dared to speak.

"Marshal, isn't it a bit early to go there at this time?"

"Our relationship with foreigners was already tense, and now you're the first to speak out. I'm afraid it will become even more difficult in the future."

"We're not getting along anyway, so why think so much about it?"

Old Zhang frowned and responded decisively.

"You can't have your cake and eat it too. Since you've chosen Zhang Ye, don't try to steal it."

"Many people are now on the sidelines. It's useless for small fry to go there. Only if we take the lead will others dare to follow."

"That being said, I still feel that this guy isn't worth such a huge sacrifice."

Zhang Zuoxiang, who had followed all the way, frowned and muttered hesitantly.

"There are more than a dozen countries on the other side this time. Do you really think Zhang Ye can defeat them?"

"They want money, we want the people's support!" Old Zhang said, his eyes narrowing slightly, a gleam of brilliance flashing. "This time, regardless of whether we win or lose, it will only benefit us."

"As a man, you must never forget your roots. As a local warlord commanding an army of hundreds of thousands, you must remember this even more. No matter when or where you are, you must never forget where your roots are!"

"This time, it's a public execution. Cut open your chest and show the people who has the darkest heart!"