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

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On the street, a car was coming towards them, and the crowded crowd dispersed at the sound. Fang Yu got out of the car in a hurry, looking anxious, and walked quickly to Zhang Ye, reporting in a low voice.

"Mr. County Governor, there is something going on."

"Got it." Zhang Ye nodded, gathered the small change on the table into a pile, and instructed Lu Shan beside him: "Make a list of the donors. We can't let everyone spend money in vain.

In addition, every street and alley should have at least one deep well, and in densely populated areas, two more. Since this strategy is being implemented, the water supply problem must be solved."

"Okay, sir. I'll do it right away."

Lu Shan nodded in response.

After everything was arranged, Zhang Ye turned around and got into the car. As soon as he closed the door, Fang Yu spoke impatiently.

"Recently, General Manager Feng and General Manager Duan have had differences over certain political views, and the relationship between the two sides has suddenly become tense.

However, judging from the current situation, it is relatively stable. General Feng's health is getting worse, and General Cao behind him has not expressed his opinion and has no intention of starting a war.

But our superiors have also issued an order to us: Li Zaitian's case has attracted considerable attention, so we should remain relatively quiet for the time being and avoid giving ourselves any leverage."

"It's still about the Northern Expedition Army..." Zhang Ye held his forehead and understood what the people above were arguing about.

General Feng advocated peace. The war between General Duan and the Northern Expedition Army was too fierce, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides. General Feng was indeed very unhappy about this.

However, these things are not enough to cause a war between the two sides. Judging from the current situation, there is still a fuse missing that will make them actually take action.

"We have to take the initiative." Zhang Ye suddenly opened his eyes and made a decision that went against the current situation.

"Mr. County Governor, we have nowhere to start right now. The people around here are either the Feng Clan or the Duan Clan. There's no vacant territory at all."

Fang Yu couldn't understand what he was thinking, so he frowned and tried to persuade him.

"If we try to compete with the Feng Clan for territory, we will definitely become a target of public criticism. Not only will we face punishment from the Feng Clan, but the higher-ups will also not protect us."

"Who said we have to fight openly?" Zhang Ye showed a meaningful smile, patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, I won't do anything rash.

This time we are not only going to seize the territory, we are also going to get a piece of the military industry."

"What?" Fang Yu was stunned when he heard his words. He raised his hand to touch his forehead to see if the county magistrate had a fever.

Otherwise, why would he say such nonsense? In this situation, taking the initiative to provoke friction is already a beheading crime, and he still wants military merit?

You're dreaming...

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Two days later, at lunchtime, we were in Fushui County, about 40 miles north of Jingshan.

Zhang Ye took four or five of his men, disguised as passing merchants, and wandered around the county town.

"There aren't many people here. I estimate there might not even be a hundred heads including the local police station."

He Wei changed into a gray robe, and his bulging muscles made the clothes stick out. When he stood there, he looked like a telephone pole, and most people would avoid him when they saw him.

"Really not." Lu Shan, also dressed in a gray robe and wearing a pair of glasses, was very refined and elegant. He smiled and said, "According to the information sent back by the intelligence personnel, all the armed forces in Fushui combined only have about 80 people.

However, their county chief is quite ruthless and reports the food and wages of 300 people every month."

"Oh, these days, these people have figured out how to deceive their superiors and subordinates." Zhang Ye turned around and walked into an open-air fire stall with a disdainful smile on his face.

"Boss, two hot pots with meat and a bowl of soup, please." Zhang Ye came closer, bowed and sat at the main seat, saying, "Don't be polite, everyone. Order whatever you want. It's my treat today."

"Give me ten with meat and three bowls of soup!"

He Wei is a big guy and can eat a lot. When he heard that his superiors were treating him to a meal, he was even more impolite. He wanted to buy the whole stall by himself.

"Hello, sir!" The boss was a man about forty years old. He was baking pancakes around the stove on a hot day. There was a little flour on his body and he looked honest.

"Sir..." After cleaning up the dough on the chopping board, the boss wiped his hands on his apron, walked up to the crowd with some restraint, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Um... can you pay first? You want a lot of things, I have..."

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Zhang Ye and others could understand that there are all kinds of people these days. A group of them came and ordered more than a dozen steamed buns with meat in them. If they finished eating and ran away, the boss's stall would go bankrupt on the spot.

After all, not many people can afford to eat donkey meat hotpot at this time, and he may not be able to sell more than a dozen with meat in a day.

"Okay, no problem." Zhang Ye was quite happy. He threw out two dollars and looked at the boss with a smile: "How about it, is that enough?"

"Enough, enough, enough! This is more than enough, sir!" The boss looked at the two silver coins, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. "Please wait a moment, sir. I'll give you the change right away."

A steamed bun with meat only costs five big coins, and the soup is even cheaper, only three big coins. Two big dollars is more than enough, which is almost enough for him to earn for two days.

"No need for change, the rest is your reward." Zhang Ye waved his hand, pretending to be indifferent. He stood up and walked over to the stove, starting to chat: "How much can you sell today? Is it enough for your family to live on?"

"Just make do." Seeing his generosity, the boss was happy to chat. In between kneading the dough, he sighed, "These days, just being alive is enough. We don't expect to live a life of wealth and luxury."

"Yes, we are all ordinary people. We just want to live a stable life." Zhang Ye followed up his conversation and continued: "How are the prices in the city? You must be making a lot of money in the flour business, right?"

"Of course not." The boss opened up when this matter was mentioned. His face darkened and he cursed softly, "With the current situation, if it weren't for the craftsmanship passed down from my ancestors, I would have quit long ago.

The prices of fine grains like rice and flour in the city go up every few days, leaving no room for ordinary people to survive. Even the price of cornmeal has gone up. We work so hard to earn a couple of cents, but it's barely enough to eat. What kind of fucked-up world is this?"

"They raise the price at will, doesn't the county magistrate do anything?" Zhang Ye asked pretending to be puzzled.

"How can we manage it?" The boss, also an honest man, turned around and looked around. After confirming that there were no outsiders, he poked his head out and whispered, "Those shops that have raised prices all get dividends, and some are run by their own family members. Who is going to manage it? Who dares to manage the county magistrate?"

"You are outsiders and don't know how deep the waters are here. Every industry is linked to another, and the government is behind it, trying every possible way to exploit us ordinary people."