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

The next morning, the sun had just risen and its golden light shone through the thin clouds onto the earth.

Zhang Ye woke up slowly, stretched himself, and then sat up slowly.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, turned his head to look at the bright sunshine outside the window, and suddenly felt extremely relaxed.

At this moment, the clock has not yet pointed to eight o'clock, and the whole world is still immersed in tranquility.

Zhang Ye got out of bed carefully, for fear of disturbing the guards outside the house.

Then he walked quietly to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and stared at the picturesque scenery outside the window.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and began to move his body, performing a set of smooth and flowing Tai Chi.

It's strange to say, but he developed a strong interest in this kind of health-preserving physical technique since some time ago, and he was deeply addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

Now, if he doesn't practice Tai Chi for a while every morning, he will feel weak all over.

Although his current level is not comparable to those experienced and skilled masters, after months of persistent practice, he has gradually grasped some tricks.

The body that was once depleted by long-term fatigue and the excessive energy consumed have been significantly improved and replenished through day-to-day exercise.

In this way, time passed by minute by minute, and an hour went by in a flash.

Zhang Ye stood still steadily, adjusting his breathing and calming the restless qi and blood in his body that was surging like a tide.

When he let out a long breath, he seemed to be refreshed and full of energy.

At this moment, he felt that his whole body was full of strength, as if he had inexhaustible energy. The feeling of comfort and pleasure was really indescribable.

I have to say that the fact that Tai Chi has been passed down for so many years is definitely not just some fancy trick. It is just like going to school and studying. The longer you study, the more profound it seems and it becomes difficult to grasp its subtleties.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

There was a crisp knock on the door, and the next second, Lu Shan led a group of trainees in, holding all kinds of clothes and toiletries in their hands, ready to help the Marshal get up, change clothes and wash.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lu Shan reported to the busy Zhang Ye: "General, Du Yuesheng from Sanxin Company came here before dawn. It seems that he wants to see you for something."

Hearing this, Zhang Ye, who was brushing his teeth attentively, didn't even raise his head. Without thinking, he replied succinctly, "No! I'm just passing through here. I'm not a judge who comes here specifically to handle a case. If he has any problems, he can go directly to the Shanghai Municipal Government Office to resolve them."

After saying that, he continued to focus on the movements of his hands and no longer paid attention to Lu Shan.

Seeing this, Lu Shan quickly responded, "Yes, Marshal!"

Then he turned around and waved to the guards downstairs, making a gesture to drive them away.

Ding Ling Ling...

The crisp and rapid ringing of the phone broke the original tranquility of the living room, like a stone thrown into the lake, causing ripples.

Lu Shan was standing by the window, lost in thought. When he heard the voice, he turned around abruptly and rushed to the phone in two steps at a time, as fast as the wind.

"What's the matter!" Lu Shan roared impatiently, his tone clearly showing some dissatisfaction and impatience. Calling the Marshal's bedroom so early in the morning, these people are becoming more and more unruly.

The guard on the other end of the phone was obviously frightened by Lu Shan's icy tone, and his words became stammering: "Report... Report to the commander, there is a girl outside the door... She claims to be Huang Weize's daughter and wants to see the Marshal!"

"Who!?" Lu Shan was greatly surprised, his eyes widened and his face was full of surprise.

He never imagined that someone would come to visit him in such an identity at this time.

Then, he quickly cast a puzzled look at Zhang Ye who was washing not far away, and shouted anxiously: "Marshal, General Huang Weize's daughter is here and wants to see you!"

Zhang Ye, who was brushing his teeth, was stunned when he heard this, and then an expression of surprise immediately appeared on his face.

He casually threw the toothbrush in his hand, not even wiping the white foam from the corner of his mouth, and rushed out of the bathroom, excitedly responding, "Is this true? I've heard that Old Huang has a precious daughter who has been studying abroad. I didn't expect this girl to come here on her own! Haha!"

"Quickly invite her in, this is my junior sister!"

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Ten minutes later, Zhang Ye was seen wearing a loose pajamas, with wet hair. It was obvious that he had just wiped his face hurriedly and trotted all the way to the reception room.

As he entered the living room, his eyes were immediately attracted by the girl sitting on the sofa.

This girl has a plump and well-proportioned figure, with exquisite curves, especially her face, which is 70% similar to that of his master's wife.

Seeing this, Zhang Ye's lips lifted slightly involuntarily. Then, with a broad smile on his face, he greeted the guest politely, "Hahaha, what a rare guest! Welcome to my humble abode! Please take a seat! Someone, please quickly make my dear sister a cup of fine tea!"

Hearing Zhang Ye's enthusiastic words, Huang Xiaohui, the smart girl, naturally would not miss this opportunity.

Her eyes flickered, a smile as bright as a spring flower blossoming on her face. Without a word, she climbed up the pole and said in a sweet voice, "Thank you, Brother Zhang Ye, for your hospitality!" Then, she took two light steps forward, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhang Ye, and continued to praise him, "I've heard my father mention you a long time ago, and I've always been curious about and admired you. Now that I've seen you in person today, I realize you're much more handsome in person than those photos in the newspapers!"

"Hahaha! Sister, you are really good at talking! You are so sweet-mouthed, just like our master's wife!" Zhang Ye looked at Huang Xiaohui in front of him with a smile on his face. While laughing and praising her, he enthusiastically extended his hand to gesture for her to sit down.

Seeing Huang Xiaohui sitting down obediently, Zhang Ye's mood brightened. He turned to the guard standing beside him and ordered, "Quick, go prepare our special breakfast for my sister. She's here so early in the morning, she must be hungry! Hurry up!"

Hearing this, Huang Xiaohui hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, brother! I can finally benefit from your kindness today!" After saying that, a joyful smile appeared on her face, and she nodded happily, without any politeness at all.

Zhang Ye was very satisfied with Huang Xiaohui's straightforward and unpretentious performance.

He felt that as a family, they should be easy-going and relaxed. If they were always polite and timid, it would make people feel distant and distant, and they would feel awkward and uncomfortable.