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

At noon that day, Zhang Ye ordered people to prepare a sumptuous lunch. At the table, Huang Weize tasted the aged wine, listened to the constant flattery in his ears, and grinned with joy.

"Chao Rong, you must keep your composure. These days, there are many capable people, but not many who can survive to the end."

Perhaps because he drank too much, Huang Weize talked a lot. He put his arm around Zhang Ye's shoulders and kept giving instructions.

"Next month, the new president will be running for election. Important figures from all factions will gather in the capital. You should take some time to come over."

"First, I'll complete the awarding of the title, and second, I'll introduce you to some outstanding young talents."

"Thank you for your training, instructor. I will never forget your kindness in my life."

Zhang Ye stood up and, while expressing his gratitude, quietly took out a wooden box from under the table and placed it in front of Lao Huang.

"I was in a hurry to prepare today, so I didn't get anything rare. These things are just a token of my students' filial piety. I hope the instructor won't despise them."

"What the hell?" Huang Weize's flushed face was slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted, pointed at him, shook his head and said with a smile: "You kid, now you have learned this trick too, do we really need these?"

Although he said so, his hands were not idle. When he opened the wooden box, fifty large yellow croakers weighing ten taels each emitted golden light.

Even though Old Huang had seen big scenes, he did not expect that the inconspicuous student in front of him would be so generous.

"This is too much..." Huang Weize was delighted, but he was still making excuses: "It's not easy to make a little money, there's no need to do this."

"Hey, you can't say that." Zhang Ye understood what he meant. He immediately closed the lid and handed the box to the guard behind him. "What's the point of making money? Isn't it just to supplement my family and honor my elders? In my heart, you are no different from my biological father. Isn't it my duty to honor you?"

"Hahaha...good, good, good." Huang Weize, who had never had a son, felt sweeter than eating honey when he heard this. He looked at Zhang Ye with a look of inexplicable affection. He couldn't help but sigh, "Chao Rong, although we are not biological father and son, we have a teacher-student relationship. Hearing what you said today, the instructor is very happy, happier than receiving a mountain of gold and silver."

"Don't worry, instructor. From now on, during holidays, as long as I'm not far away, I will definitely come to visit you and your wife."

Zhang Ye is also a guy who takes advantage of others. He compares the other party to his father, but in fact he coaxes him like his grandson, and is very happy.

"Then it's a deal. The first thing we'll do when we arrive in Beijing is stay at my house." Huang Weize was very good-natured. He held Zhang Ye's shoulder and laughed non-stop: "Then we can have a few drinks together."

"No problem, Instructor. I will definitely pay a visit to Master's wife."

Zhang Ye made assurances repeatedly, his eyes rolling around, taking advantage of the moment to speak tentatively.

"By the way, Instructor, it just so happens that you are here today. I have something personal to ask you for advice."

"Speak, if you have something to say, just tell me." Huang Weize picked up his chopsticks and responded generously in between bites of meat: "As long as I can do it, it's not a problem."

"Haha, if the instructor takes charge of this, there will definitely be no problem." Zhang Ye hurried forward to get closer and whispered, "I want to open a newspaper in Donglu Province, but I haven't found a way to get a license yet, so..."

"Newspaper company?" Huang Weize's eyes flashed with surprise. He put down his chopsticks and asked doubtfully, "What's the point of running that thing? Does it make a lot of money?"

"Hey, it's just a few cents a ticket, how can I make any money from it?" Zhang Yehan smiled and scratched his head, a hint of shyness crossing his handsome face. "I just like this kind of literary career. I always want to pretend to be a cultured person."

"Plus, these days, newspapers still play a significant role, and during certain special periods they can indeed have some social impact."

"What you said does make sense." Huang Weize didn't understand what this guy was trying to do, but for him, approving a license was not a big deal.

I just caught someone's yellow croaker, and you're not willing to help with such a small matter. That's unacceptable.

Thinking of this, Lao Huang did not hesitate and made the decision on the spot.

"Leave this matter to me. Donglu Province, right? Their current political leader is an old friend of mine. I'll give him a heads-up later and I'll make sure no one at your newspaper office bothers you."

"Oh, that's great." Zhang Ye, who got the promise, was as happy as a child. He picked up the wine glass and smiled respectfully.

"Instructor, you helped me a lot this time. I toast you with this glass of wine!"

"Hey, it's nothing, there's no one else here, it's more intimate to call you teacher." Huang Weize held his arm and said with a smile.

In the past two years, he has been interested in cultivating key talents under his command. When he met Zhang Ye today, he was inspired to appreciate talents and felt that this guy was worth some investment.

Therefore, even if there was no box of yellow croaker, he would still help with the newspaper's affairs.

In this era, both good horses and good horse trainers are rare, and meeting each other is fate, not to mention that there is a teacher-student relationship between them. For Lao Huang now, it doesn't matter whether he lets one sheep go or drives a flock of sheep.

Having another Zhang Ye will not bring too much trouble to himself, even if this kid cannot be independent in the future.

But it is also a good thing to be able to help stabilize the situation below and provide some financial support.

So, all in all, it's not a loss for him to take this kid in.

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Huang Weize, who had eaten and drunk his fill and was carrying a box of gold bars, held Zhang Ye's hand and gave him instructions over and over again. He got into the car reluctantly until the guard was almost asleep.

Watching the convoy gradually disappearing from sight, Zhang Ye sighed softly and cursed in his heart, thinking that it was really tiring to deal with these old guys.

No matter how nicely or beautifully he spoke, it seemed that he could not touch the true feelings deep in their hearts.

Judging from the current situation, even if all the yellow croakers in the warehouse were given away, it might not necessarily win their sincere approval.

This made Zhang Ye feel extremely helpless, as if he was trapped in a difficult situation that was difficult to break through.

"Cunning and cunning!"

Zhang Ye muttered indignantly, and turned around to find Fang Yu standing behind him without him knowing when.

"Mr. County Governor, there is a new development that may bring you some good mood."

Fang Yu smiled mysteriously, and from his smug eyes, Zhang Ye seemed to see overwhelming wealth.