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

"Why, have you heard my name?"

Zhang Ye met his gaze and asked doubtfully.

He didn't expect that while he was in Jingshan, his fame had spread to the capital.

"Of course, everyone has heard of your name."

Xigou raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth and laughed in a weird way.

"You're the people's savior, a renowned honest official. You've cut taxes and distributed land, and you've done all the good things."

"Haha, what you said, Master Li, is a bit unreasonable."

Zhang Ye understood what was going on and his tone became less polite. He squinted his eyes and sneered.

"Your family has quite a bit of assets, so it's not difficult for you to show off. Just take it out and divide it all up. There's no rule that only Zhang Ye can do this. You want fame but you're not willing to spend money. How can such a good thing happen?"

"Okay, okay, since you think this reputation is good, then keep it on your head forever. I'll see how long you can keep laughing."

Xigou didn't expect that he would respond to him so directly. He immediately became so angry that his face turned blue and he left angrily with his two friends.

As they left, Wei Tangfeng put away his smiling face and looked at Zhang Ye with a glint of admiration in his eyes, and reminded him.

"You kid, although you did a good job on this matter, you offended a lot of people. You should be more careful in what you say and do in the future."

"I also want to be a grandson, but they won't give me the chance." Zhang Ye smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighing, "Since arriving in Beijing yesterday until now, I've been polite and respectful to everyone I meet."

"You just saw this group of people. They have no grudges against me. They are just bullying me just because they want to give me some land and increase the income of the people."

"If it's always like this, then why bother pretending to be a chicken? I'll offend people anyway, and I'm too lazy to even smile at them!"

"Oh..." After hearing what he said, Wei Tangfeng smacked his lips and said jokingly, "You're quite reasonable. Anyway, General Huang and these people are not in the same group. Not to say they have broken up, but there's no need to be so nice to them."

"In the capital, you still have to show your teeth when you need to be tough. Who doesn't have some background? As long as no one is killed, it's not a big deal."

"Okay, thank you for your advice. When I have time, I will definitely pay a visit to General Wei and ask for his advice." Zhang Ye saluted with a smile, turned around and ran towards the door.

When he reached the door, the boy stopped, looked back at the smiling Wei Tangfeng, and asked curiously.

"General, which squadron are you from?"

"I'm nowhere, I'm just a pure Daxia person!"

Wei Tangfeng gave him a reassuring look and said happily.

Hearing this, Zhang Ye smiled lightly and walked away quickly along the corridor.

……

It was noon and Zhang Ye was bored, so he strolled around and returned to the Capital Hotel.

He thought that during lunch time, he would try the famous roast duck to see how delicious it was.

However, it was lunchtime, and the restaurant lobby was crowded and bustling with people. There were no extra seats for people to eat.

Looking at the packed hall, Zhang Ye couldn't help but sigh, "No matter when or where, there's always a shortage of rich people! A meal costs dozens of yuan, and yet you can't even get a seat. It's really fucking speechless."

"Sir, this is true in every dynasty. Where there are poor people, there will be rich people."

Lu Shan suggested softly while looking around.

"I think there's really no room at the moment. Why don't we go to another restaurant? There are so many places in Beijing that serve roast duck. There's no need to waste time waiting here."

"That's right, let's go, if all else fails, we can find a street stall to eat some braised pork."

Zhang Ye looked indifferent and turned to leave the restaurant.

Just as he reached the door, a young man came towards him. As they dodged each other, they glanced at each other.

"Hey hey hey, brother!"

The young man showed a look of joy on his face, and quickly turned around and grabbed his arm, his eyes full of joy.

"What a coincidence, we can meet here!"

"Haha, it's you. What a coincidence."

After Zhang Ye saw the young man's appearance clearly, he recognized him. It turned out to be the guy who borrowed the spare tire yesterday.

What a coincidence. The capital city is so crowded with people, and they met again after only one day.

"What are you doing? Are you leaving after eating?"

The young man saw him walking out and thought he had already eaten, so he asked with a hint of regret.

"No, there's no room here." Zhang Ye pointed at the crowded crowd and smiled faintly, "I plan to go out and find a street stall and have a bowl of braised pork."

"That's perfect. I haven't eaten either. Let's eat here. My friend has already booked a private room. Let's come together."

The young man held onto his arm and was reluctant to let go. It looked like he wanted to take this opportunity to repay the favor of lending him the spare tire.

"You guys are having a meal with your friends, it's not appropriate for me, an outsider, to go there, so forget it."

Zhang Ye waved his hand, not wanting to join in the dinner party with these young masters.

As the old saying goes, people with different ideals cannot work together. This kid is obviously a rich second-generation who grew up in a honeypot. He is a rough man who is only interested in fighting and grabbing territory. It is really difficult for him to integrate into their circle.

"Hey, we're all friends when we meet. Come on, come on, how do friends come together? Isn't it just drinking together and getting to know each other slowly?"

The young man invited again and again very persistently.

Seeing that the two of them were blocking the door and would soon affect the restaurant's business, Zhang Ye could only nod helplessly and speak politely.

"Okay, then I'll shamelessly have a meal today."

"That's right, we're all friends, there's no need to be so polite."

The young man was very familiar and put his arm around Zhang Ye's shoulders, acting like a close friend and was very enthusiastic.

"Brother, what's your name? How old are you this year?"

"My last name is Zhang, and I'm twenty-three this year!"

Zhang Ye did not hide anything and spoke truthfully.

"Then you are older than me." The young man grinned and said to himself, "My last name is Feng, and I am only seventeen this year. From now on, I will call you brother."

"Haha, that's fine. Calling me Old Zhang is the same." Zhang Ye turned around and looked at his slightly mature appearance, teasing, "You don't look like you're seventeen. People would believe you were twenty-seven."

"Hahaha, yes, I think so too."

Mr. Feng didn't care about his joke, but found it very funny.

I have been in Beijing for quite a few days. No matter who I meet, they all speak words of praise. The new friends I meet also have their own thoughts.

On the contrary, I don’t have a single friend like this who is carefree and not involved in any interests.

When he met Zhang Ye today, he just wanted to repay the favor to avoid being gossiped about in the future.

But after chatting with him, he found that this person was quite interesting. He spoke with discretion and did things in an organized manner. He could make people feel a distance from him, but not in a way that would make people feel disgusted or create a gap.

It’s really interesting…