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

"Marshal, having said that, we still can't let our guard down. Think about it, those foreign forces are all like hungry wolves, thinking about doing bad things all day long. As the saying goes, it's not the thieves who steal that you're afraid of, but the thieves who are thinking about stealing. We still have to be careful about this!" Lu Shan said as he walked forward quickly, his face full of worry, fearing that the Marshal would be too confident and ignore the potential threats.

Zhang Ye casually waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "What's the point of thinking so much? Just arrange for the intelligence department to keep their eyes open and keep an eye on those guys. Don't bother me with other things."

Obviously, Zhang Ye didn't want to get too involved in these complicated affairs at this time.

For him, being a hands-off boss and living a comfortable life is much more pleasant than worrying about these intrigues all day long.

As for those possible crises and hidden dangers, as long as someone keeps an eye on them and reports them to the General Staff in a timely manner, there is no need for him to personally inquire about and handle everything.

"Come on, go out with me." Zhang Ye looked up at the clock on the wall and found that it was still early. He stood up without hesitation and put on his coat.

He quickly adjusted his collar, stretched out his arm, put his arm around Lu Shan's shoulders and walked out.

"Hey, Marshal, where are you taking me? The roasted sweet potatoes are not even cooked yet!" Lu Shan was suddenly pulled like this, and his body staggered forward a few steps involuntarily, his face full of confusion, and he couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Why eat sweet potatoes! I'm in a good mood today, so I'll take you to Shanghu to taste the famous crab roe soup dumplings!" Zhang Ye's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a bright smile, and his steps seemed particularly brisk. While speaking, he held Lu Shan tightly and continued to move forward.

"Going to Shanghai at this time?" Lu Shan was stunned when he heard this. He obviously didn't expect Zhang Ye to make such a decision suddenly.

However, he was also a man who had seen the world, so he quickly recovered and said hurriedly, "Wait, wait, Marshal, don't leave so quickly. If we're going to Shanghai, we'll need a car. I'll arrange it and dispatch the special train."

"Why change the train? Let's just take the ordinary train this time. It's convenient and we can experience the common people's way of traveling. I've already inquired about it. There is a train that departs on time at 3:40 pm and can go all the way to Shanghai!" Zhang Ye waved his hand with a firm attitude, and did not consider the special train at all.

Today, traffic has been fully connected between the major cities in the seven regions, and transportation has become increasingly convenient.

In this case, there is a chance to enjoy the journey with ordinary people, so why bother to use a special train?

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still dazzling and the platform of Qizhou Railway Station was crowded with people.

A train bound for Shanghai slowly stopped, and after the doors opened, passengers filed in.

Amid the bustling crowd, Zhang Ye wore a black mask that covered most of his face.

He was surrounded by several tall guards with serious expressions, and the group hurriedly boarded the train.

As soon as he entered the carriage, Zhang Ye couldn't help but frown at the scene in front of him.

The narrow passage was crowded with people carrying large and small bags, and the noise and smell of sweat filled the entire space.

Zhang Ye struggled to move around, trying to find his own seat.

After some twists and turns, I finally found the corresponding location.

As the holiday just ended, train tickets are extremely tight and hard to come by.

If they hadn't used some special channels to get in through the back door, it would have been difficult for them to get these precious tickets.

Holding the ticket, Zhang Ye carefully walked through the aisle filled with various luggage.

Every step seemed quite difficult, and he had to dodge left and right to avoid bumping into people and objects around him.

After a long journey, they finally arrived at their reserved seats.

However, the scene before them was somewhat frustrating. The row of seats that originally belonged to them had already been occupied by several young men.

These young people were either chattering or closing their eyes, oblivious to what was happening outside, completely unaware that someone was coming their way.

Seeing this, Lu Shan, who was following behind, quickly stepped forward. He politely patted the shoulder of the young man sitting on the outermost seat, then said politely, "Excuse me, brother! This seems to be our seat. Could you please give it up?"

The man suddenly turned around, and a face as black as charcoal came into view. His thick beard was like a dense bush.

The thick eyebrows are like two sharp swords inserted above the eye sockets, and the big eyes are bright and reveal a rough and bold aura.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the egg-sized burn scar on his right cheek. The dark red scar looks particularly hideous and terrifying against the backdrop of his black face.

"Where are your seats? Give me your tickets!" the man roared in a rough voice, his voice so deafening that it seemed as if it could overturn the entire carriage.

Faced with such an aggressive person, Lu Shan did not show any panic. Instead, he slowly took out a few tickets from his pocket, handed them to the other party with both hands, and said with a smile: "Look, these are our tickets."

The scarred man took the ticket and carefully checked the seat number with wide eyes.

He frowned slightly, as if thinking about something. After a moment's silence, he relaxed his frown and shouted loudly: "Go, go, go, our seat is not here, it's in the next car, we made a mistake!"

Upon hearing this, the other people who were traveling with the scarred man were immediately furious.

"Fuck, what the hell is going on! This thing is...can't you just see it more clearly?" One of them muttered resentfully, standing up reluctantly and cursing.

The other people also looked unhappy, but they had no choice but to follow the scarred man and leave.

Zhang Ye, who had been watching this farce coldly from the sidelines, suddenly felt a little doubtful.

With his years of experience in the underworld and his keen intuition, he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the behavior of these people.

So, he quickly turned around and whispered to the guard behind him, "Quick, follow them and take a look. I always feel that these people are a little strange."

"Yes, Marshal!" After receiving the order, the guard did not dare to delay at all. He flashed into the crowded crowd like a ghost and followed the suspicious people closely.

Seeing this, Lu Shan smiled and came forward to explain, "Marshal, you're probably overthinking it. The world is in turmoil these days, and those of us doing business are basically marginal figures who are neither black nor white. It's normal for them to have a bit of a rough and tumble air."