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

"Oh, Xiao Zhang, you are really good at talking."

After hearing what he said, the master's wife felt so happy that there was a hint of kindness in her eyes when she looked at the boy, and she asked immediately.

"How old is Xiao Zhang this year? Does he have a girlfriend?"

"Master's Wife, I'm 23 years old this year. I'm busy with work every day and I really don't have time to date a girlfriend."

Zhang Ye scratched his head, put on an honest and simple attitude, and smiled foolishly.

"Besides, my parents died a few years ago. I'm no different from an orphan. With these conditions, no girl would be willing to follow me."

"Hey, that's not right." The master's wife looked a little anxious when she heard this. She patted his shoulder and comforted him, "We're not doing badly now. I heard from Old Huang that you're doing well down there and have been promoted to the rank of colonel."

"At your age, there aren't many who can reach the rank of colonel. If you advertise this and go out to find a partner, girls will flock to you."

"Besides, you're not bad looking, with fair skin and tender flesh. How could there be no girl who likes you?"

"Okay, okay." Without waiting for Zhang Ye's response, Old Huang refilled his pipe with tobacco and joined in the conversation, "You've got nothing to do at home all day. When you play mahjong with those ladies, ask them if there are any suitable girls. Help Chao Rong keep an eye out for them."

"This child is really good. His future achievements will not be lower than mine. Anyone who marries him now will be really finding a treasure."

"Hahaha, teacher, you really know how to joke." Zhang Ye was a little embarrassed by his praise. He stood up and helped him light his cigarette. He said very modestly, "If I can catch up to half of what you can do in this lifetime, it would be a blessing from my ancestors. As for how high an official I can become or how great my achievements are, I don't really care."

"The main thing is to help the common people. These days are not easy for everyone, and their lives are even harder."

"Hmph, your idea is not bad, but sometimes, not everyone thinks the same way." Hearing his words, Huang Weize leaned back on the sofa with a serious expression, holding his pipe in his mouth. He couldn't help but explain: "What you did in Jingshan has been reported to the capital through various channels."

"After hearing the news, everyone was not very happy, especially some of the older officers, who secretly cursed me, Old Huang, for being unkind."

"Yes, I can understand their thoughts..." Zhang Ye nodded with an awkward smile.

Although Lao Huang didn't explain it clearly, Zhang Ye understood what Lao Huang meant immediately.

In the final analysis, it is still about distributing land to the people, and this is the only thing that deserves the attention of these officials.

You know, each of them or their family controls fertile land and high-quality resources in various places.

And now, Zhang Ye actually took the initiative to fight against the landlords and divide the land in the Duan faction's territory. For them, this was a blatant slap in the face and a direct eye drop!

Fortunately, Zhang Ye's territory is still relatively small and has not attracted widespread attention or sensation so far.

Otherwise, even with Lao Huang's face, someone above would definitely try every means to deal with him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ye couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.

Fortunately, Lao Huang arrived in time, otherwise, he might have been in trouble during this trip to Beijing.

"Some things can be done, some can't, and some can only be done covertly." Old Huang, holding his pipe and tapping the table lightly, said meaningfully, "I don't know what you think, but fundamentally, the things you do are indeed beneficial to the people."

"I, Old Huang, am not a heartless person. Everyone has experienced hardship. I understand if you want to help them."

"But, you have to be careful about the scale. For the short term, just focus on your own territory. Don't implement any more policies that benefit the people and attract attention from above."

"Yes, teacher, I understand. I will pay attention to it." Zhang Ye nodded repeatedly. He said nice things but didn't take it seriously at all.

If you don't allow me to do it, I'll just do it secretly. I can't just listen to the crickets chirping and not plant crops.

Anyway, we now have Lao Huang as our backer, so as long as it's not something too extreme, no one from the higher-ups will touch us.

Besides, the Duan family won’t have many good days left. At most, it will take another one or two years.

Once the war breaks out, I will immediately declare myself king and will never get involved in your affairs.

……

The next morning, Zhang Ye woke up from his soft Simmons bed, got up and walked to the window. Looking at the bustling streets of Beijing, his mood became much more relaxed.

He drank a lot at Old Huang's house last night. In the end, he couldn't remember what he was saying and almost blacked out. If he hadn't taken Lu Shan with him, he might not have come back.

From this we can see that the old guy can really drink. Last time he pretended to be drunk in the county office, I guess he was just acting with him.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

There was a knock on the door. Zhang Ye stood in front of the mirror, straightening his clothes and called out softly.

"Please come in."

Click...

The next second, Lu Shan came over in person pushing a food cart to deliver the food.

"Sir, time for breakfast."

"We'll go to the Beijing headquarters at nine o'clock for the rank-awarding ceremony. Congratulations, sir! From today on, you are a colonel."

"What colonel, lieutenant colonel, without military authority is all bullshit."

Zhang Ye smiled disapprovingly, turned back to the dining table, looked at the milk sandwich and some simple vegetable salad in front of him, frowned a little dissatisfied: "Eating this stuff so early in the morning?"

"How about some white porridge and pickles? I drank too much last night and I'm still drunk."

"Okay, sir. Please wait a moment. I'll go get ready."

Lu Shan would never refuse Zhang Ye’s request. Even if he wanted to eat camel, this guy would find a way to get it.

"Forget it, forget it, don't bother, just leave it at that." Zhang Ye looked at the time and saw that it was almost too late, so he just made do with eating something to fill his stomach.

"Hey, you eat this. I can't stand that jam."

Zhang Ye brought the sandwich to Lu Shan and gulped down a glass of milk. While wiping the corner of his mouth, he said, "Wait a minute, go exchange it for 100,000 yuan in banknotes. I'm afraid you'll be attending a lot of drinking parties these days, and once you drink, you can't leave the card table. How can you do it without money?"

"Okay sir."

Lu Shan munched on a sandwich and continued incoherently.

"Why don't we exchange all the money we have for Daoyuan? I think the current situation is that the dollar may not necessarily maintain its value."

"Haha, the little money we have isn't real estate, so there's no need to mess around." Zhang Ye, who knew himself well, shook his head and chuckled, "I'll finish building this little fortune before the dollar depreciates."

Of course, Zhang Ye had something else to say. The reason why he was not afraid of devaluation was mainly because it would not affect him. The system mall had already set the exchange rate, and public opinion, the ocean and the sword yuan would always be open to him at a ratio of 1:1:1.

With this guarantee, he has nothing to fear. He doesn't have to worry about inflation in the next ten or twenty years.