In the evening of the third day.
On Xijiang Road in Hangzhou, under the neon lights, the turbulent Qianjiang River turns up pieces of sparkling colorful waves, flowing endlessly towards Hangzhou Bay.
Every October, it is the time when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms all over the streets and alleys of Hangzhou, and the whole city seems to be soaked in sugar, with an extremely sweet and refreshing fragrance.
On the bank of Xijiang Road, a majestic and magnificent restaurant stands here. The golden nanmu signboard at the door has three big characters "Dengxian Tower" written with flying phoenixes. This is the best restaurant in Hangzhou.
Tonight, Duan Qirui has already cleared out the entire Dengxian Tower, and hundreds of guards from his father Lu Yongxiang's military governor's guard have cleared out the entire Dengxian Tower, as if to welcome some very important people.
"Dad, Uncle Duan, those are the people who came today. Why haven't we seen anyone come for so long?"
Lu Xiaojia was smoking, looking at this scene feeling very unsure. Duan Qirui smiled and continued:
"Haha, please be patient, Xiaojia. They should be here soon. This time, the Generalissimo's Office of Guangdong Province and Fengjun sent envoys to Hangzhou to sign the anti-straight agreement. You will know who they are in a moment. ."
Lu Xiaojia had no choice but to patiently follow Duan Qirui, Lu Yongxiang, He Fenglin, and He Feihu and wait for a while at the entrance of the restaurant.
Suddenly, several dazzling lights suddenly came from the distance, and with the roar of the engine, two Ford Model T cars stopped in front of the gate of Dengxian Tower.
I saw a man from the north who was about forty years old, wearing a lady's coat and a felt hat, with a rough and angular appearance, walking out of the car with a young man about twenty years old and with delicate features.
"Hahaha, Brother Zhiquan, Brother Zhenhe, Brother Maoru, I haven't seen you in the past few years. I miss you so much. Yushuai asked me to say hello to you..."
Lu Yongxiang, Duan Qirui, and He Fenglin also came forward and started chatting with the man.
"Hahaha, brother Fuchen, you took the train from Fengcheng. The journey was smooth..."
"Fortunately, thanks to the concern of my brothers, our journey went smoothly. We passed by the territory of the Zhijun Army, and Wu Xiucai did not interfere with it..."
"That's good. Director Duan and I have already set up a banquet and have been waiting for you for a long time. Now we still need Mr. Sun from Guangdong Province. Let's..."
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Lu Xiaojia was not very good at these social interactions, so she just stood aside stupidly.
However, he had already guessed who these people were through conversations with several people.
The man wearing the Nizi coat is Zhang Yuxiang, the supervisor of the Fengjun Army, and he is the sworn brother of Zhang Yulin, the king of Northeast China.
As for the young man wearing a suit and looking handsome, he must be Zhang Hanqing, the eldest son of the Northeast King.
Even though he looks young now, he is already the commander of Fengjun's third mixed brigade.
Zhang Hanqing seemed to notice someone looking at her, smiled, stretched out her hand and said with a smile:
"Haha, you are Lu Xiaojia, right? My name is Zhang Hanqing. We met when we were children, but you were still very young at that time. I wonder if you still remember me..."
Lu Xiaojia came back to her senses, walked up with a smile on her face, held his hand and said habitually:
"Young Master... no! No! It should be Brigadier Zhang. You have really good eyesight. I am Lu Xiaojia. You guys have had a hard time traveling all the way from Fengcheng..."
"Xiaojia, there is no need for you and me to be so restrained. I am only three years older than you, not to mention we are not in the military now. You can just call me Han Qing..."
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Note: During this period, "Young Marshal" was not an honorific title, but a contemptuous or disrespectful title, used to describe the playboys of senior military officials.
So if you don't want to die during the Republic of China, you'd better not call someone Marshal when you catch him.
Just as Lu Xiaojia and Zhang Hanqing were getting acquainted, two more cars drove towards them.
Two middle-aged men in tunic suits, estimated to be in their thirties or forties, got out of the car. Their faces looked particularly familiar to Lu Xiaojia, as if she had seen them before.
