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

After hearing Lu Shan's explanation, the train conductor couldn't help but frown, still feeling a little hesitant.

Although Lu Shan explained it very clearly, he knew nothing about the specific identities of Zhang Ye and others, and he did not dare to change the selling price easily.

You know, this sudden price change is no trivial matter. If no one is willing to bear the consequences afterwards, then he, a small train conductor, will be in big trouble.

However, at this moment, Lu Shan seemed to see through the conductor's inner concerns.

He just shook his head helplessly, then took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to the conductor, hoping to dispel his worries.

The train conductor carefully took the ID and slowly let his eyes rest on it. When he saw the position clearly, he was struck by lightning. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open, and he nearly fainted.

All that was seen was the large characters "Commander of the Qizhou Guard Division, Five-Star General Lu Shan" clearly printed on the document.

The commander of the Guard Division? And a five-star general?!

The conductor's mind went blank and he could hardly believe his eyes.

You know, under the current job title allocation system, there are only a handful of people who can be awarded the honor of five-star general!

Among these people, some are corps commanders with heavy troops, while others are veteran figures who were among the first to follow the Marshal in his campaigns.

But this ordinary-looking young man in front of him, who looked unremarkable, turned out to be General Lu, the commander of the Guard Division!

How is this possible?

Could it be that... could it be that the person wearing a mask in front of me is the Marshal? !

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the train conductor felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. A chill ran up his spine and into his forehead. His legs seemed to have instantly lost the strength to support his body. They became as soft as two noodles and were completely unresponsive.

Not only that, his body began to tremble involuntarily, his upper and lower teeth kept knocking against each other, making a "clack" sound, and even his speech became stuttering and incoherent.

The conductor trembled, bent over, his head almost bowed to the ground, and said in a terrified voice, "Master...Master, I really don't recognize a great man! I have offended you. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me!!"

Hearing this, Zhang Ye just waved his hand slightly, without showing much expression on his face. Then he pointed to a private room not far away and said lightly: "Alright, do as I say. Arrange a private room for me and prepare a few home-cooked dishes."

In fact, the reason why he made such a request was based on some considerations.

After all, he had just ordered a reduction in the price of food in the dining car. If he continued to eat there, it would likely cause unnecessary trouble due to his identity being exposed. Therefore, it would be safer to hide in the private room.

"Alright, Marshal! Everything is at your command! I'll arrange it right away. Please come this way and follow me!"

At this moment, the train conductor had already thrown away his previous arrogance and difficult attitude, and replaced it with an extremely flattering smile.

He led the way, bowing and nodding, and looked even more respectful than when he met his own father.

Not to mention changing the price of meals in the dining car, even if he were asked to waive all the fees for the entire train, I'm afraid he wouldn't complain at all.

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An hour later, Zhang Ye sat leisurely in the box, wiping the remaining oil stains from the corners of his mouth contentedly, and then burped softly.

As the saying goes, the rice from the other pot is the most delicious!

When at the Qizhou official residence, there were top chefs from all over the world gathered there.

They cooked various delicacies every day, but even so, they failed to arouse his appetite.

However, when you go out, the situation is completely different.

No matter how ordinary the home-cooked dish is, as soon as he puts it in his mouth, he will feel that it has a special taste.

Look, after the meal, he ate two or three bowls of rice without realizing it, and kept praising the dishes.

"Let's pay the bill, it's time to go!" Zhang Ye took a short rest and put on his mask again. He gently rubbed his round belly and prepared to leave with slow and leisurely steps.

When he just stepped out of the box, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. He saw that the dining car that was empty before was now filled with more than half of the guests.

Most of them were travelers with their families. They took advantage of the meal time to leisurely enjoy the food in front of them, with smiles of satisfaction and happiness on their faces.

Just then, the train conductor, who had been waiting at the door, spotted Zhang Ye and the others. He quickly stepped forward and asked with a broad smile, "Marshal, do you think the food tastes good? If there's anything that's not good enough or that you're not satisfied with, please let us know and we'll make changes immediately!"

"It's nothing. Just go about your business and don't worry about us." Zhang Ye nodded slightly with an expressionless face, then turned around without hesitation, unwilling to communicate too much with him.

At this time, the car was crowded and bustling with passengers everywhere.

But this guy kept calling "General" without any scruples. The sound was particularly harsh in the noisy environment and was too eye-catching.

Zhang Ye sighed inwardly and quickened his pace.

Several people quickly passed through the crowded dining car and were about to reach the door when suddenly, several figures appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

Zhang Ye subconsciously raised his head, and a familiar scarred face instantly came into view. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and secretly wondered in his heart, how could it be such a coincidence?

At the same time, Scarface on the opposite side obviously did not expect to meet them here again.

A hint of surprise first flashed across that dark face, and then a smile that was hard to conceal emerged.

He raised his hand enthusiastically, as if he wanted to pat Zhang Ye on the shoulder as a gesture of friendship.

However, before his palm fell, the guard who had been following Zhang Ye took a sudden step forward.

He moved as swiftly as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he reached out and firmly grasped Scarface's outstretched wrist. He stared at him fiercely with wide eyes and shouted, "What do you want to do? I'm warning you, don't cause trouble here, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you!"

"You!" Scarface's heart was filled with horror. Feeling the palm that was like an iron hoop, he felt a needle-like pain in his wrist.

Master, this guy is definitely a master. The rough calluses on his palms make his wrists hurt.

From this point, we can conclude that this is an old hand with guns!