Early the next morning, in the east of Nanjing City, on Huangpu Road, Qilu——
To outsiders, this is a private bungalow and villa estate covering an area of about 20 acres. If you are knowledgeable, you will know that the people living here should be dignitaries, either military or political figures.
Because Huangpu Road is a street where most of the military and political officials live, it is not easy for those who can live here.
Anyone who wants to enter this street needs to be closely monitored. Even when entering some areas, entry is prohibited. Even if you have an invitation, you must be strictly interrogated.
However, a black Ford car was a special case. The guard at the gate of Qilu just casually glanced at the license plate and the appearance of the people in the car, and immediately let it go.
The person sitting inside was very familiar to them. He was an official who often appeared around the nobleman inside. He seemed to be some kind of director.
What exactly they do, these soldiers don't know.
When the car stopped a few hundred meters away from the main building of the manor, the middle-aged man in the car hurried towards the mansion in front of him with a black briefcase under his arm.
"Stop! Mr. Dai, you should know the principal's habits. He should be drinking tea at this time!"
"Mr. Chen, I have an urgent matter to meet with the principal, please be accommodating!"
The middle-aged man named Mr. Dai frowned.
Of course he knew the person in front of him, his name was Chen Xiu. He is the principal's aide-de-camp and is in charge of the principal's daily life.
Although there is only one word difference between Chen Xiu and Yang Xiu, they are by no means useless like the ancient Yang Xiu, but they are really as perfect as the housekeeper.
"It's useless no matter how anxious you are! Instead of arguing with me here, why don't you sit in the side hall for a while and I'll have someone bring you some breakfast. You shouldn't have had breakfast if you came so early, right?
Principals usually need to drink two cups of boiled water at this point, one cup of lukewarm water and one cup of boiled water, which means that it will last forever.
This is true whether you are going out on business or working at home! "
Chen Xiu's calm voice didn't make much waves, but there was a faint smile on his face, not distant but not too close.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Dai also took a few deep breaths and nodded.
As one of the principal's confidants, he is certainly aware of his family's habit of reaching the top.
In the early morning, they are given boiled water every day, and they must go to the toilet to wash themselves until they are fully dressed. Even if they are enjoying breakfast, no outsiders are allowed to disturb them.
He prefers to enjoy good food with his family, because listening to official business can make the food on the table seem like nothing.
"I understand. The principal is worried about state affairs. He is in a humble position and cannot chatter more in his spare time. Then I will trouble Lieutenant Chen."
"Well, it should be so!"
Chen Xiu smiled and nodded, then made a gesture of invitation.
The two of them entered the side hall. Chen Xiu just asked the maids in the house to treat Mr. Dai well and then left.
It can be seen that the adjutant is also very busy, which is normal. After all, he needs to manage all matters in the palace for the nobleman.
Occasionally, it is necessary to make complete preparations for the noble person's trip, which takes time.
It's just that Mr. Dai sat on the chair and tasted the delicious food, but it was really nothing.
Although the situation in the north has nothing to do with the overall situation, it is very important to the principal and to their side.
For the principal, Yan Laoxi and Lao Fengzi in the Central Plains are like a stick in the throat.
If these two can be dealt with, then the Nanjing authorities will no longer be the nominal boss in the country, and the only person they will focus on is Marshal Zhang from the Northeast.
Although the principal now has a false reputation and great righteousness, his real hard power is barely stronger than that of an ordinary warlord leader, and it is still not enough in front of that Marshal Zhang.
And if Marshal Feng can be captured perfectly, the situation in Yan Laoxi's territory will almost be settled.
So now his information is very important!
The movement of the Outer Mongolians southward was beyond almost everyone's expectations. Mr. Dai was originally engaged in intelligence work, which required not only a meticulous eye but also an overall view.
He keenly grasped the opportunity, an opportunity to suppress Yan Laoxi.
Thinking of this, he was a little happy. This time he could finally vent his anger in front of Old Ghost Xu.
Old ghost Xu is his old enemy who is engaged in intelligence work, but this person is dealing with the red side.
Because Hong Fang's lurking work was very unprofessional, it almost made Mr. Xu repeatedly perform extraordinary feats, which once made him so angry that his heart ached!
It's not that he doesn't have such a large capacity, but that once Old Ghost Xu makes a meritorious deed, he likes to report to the principal in person, and secretly pick him out and ridicule him.
In this regard, Mr. Dai was often reprimanded by the principal for his poor performance.
After waiting for about an hour, Mr. Dai finished his breakfast early and drank several cups of tea, and then Adjutant Chen arrived belatedly.
But there was a trace of seriousness on his face, and he said in a deep voice, "Mr. Dai, please invite me. The principal is sunbathing in the garden, but I still want to remind you that the principal is in a good mood today, so be careful about what you say!"
Hearing this, Mr. Dai's heart skipped a beat. Although this was good news, it did affect his mood.
Following Adjutant Chen to the garden, the maid here wisely withdrew, leaving only her slender figure lying on the lounge chair with her back to the two of them and her bald head.
"Is it Xiao Dai who's here? This is rare. Tell me what's going on?"
The principal smiled lightly and spoke. His accent had a faint southern Fujian accent and Wu dialect from the Ningbo region. The rhythm was a little fast but not too sharp.
"Principal, there is indeed something wrong."
Mr. Dai paused as he spoke.
Seeing this, Chen Xiu smiled and said, "I'll prepare tea."
It wasn't until Chen Xiuyuan left that Mr. Dai recounted the information he had obtained.
The principal usually does not say anything when listening to others, and his expression is very calm, making it unclear what his specific thoughts are.
After Mr. Dai finished speaking, a moment later, snap!
With a crisp sound, the principal knocked all the pastries on the stool in front of him to the ground with a slap.
"Is this how Yan Laoxi does things? The dignified Jinsui Army is so ugly and ridiculous!"
After venting his anger, the principal just took a deep breath and his tone returned to calm.
Da da da!
There was a faint tapping sound on the armrest, and the principal tapped his fingers very rhythmically. He closed his eyes slightly, stayed silent for a long time, and then said calmly,
"Call Chahar, no! Call Shanxi and ask Yan Laoxi, just ask him! How to handle this matter? Can they handle it?
If you can’t handle it, we’ll help you handle it! "
"It's the principal, just..."
As he spoke, a look of embarrassment appeared on Mr. Dai's face.
"It's just that this person, Marshal Yan... What if we deal with it but don't deal with it?"
"Then let him send people to negotiate with the Russians and Outer Mongolians! Now we are completely under pressure unilaterally. No matter how good we are at the negotiating table, he still has to make some achievements.
How can we talk about this? What to talk about?
negotiation! negotiation! That requires capital. This huge country has millions of troops, but it can't help Outer Mongolia, which only has less than a few hundred thousand troops!
It’s okay if I lose my old face, but what will happen to the people I send out to negotiate? How do they talk?
tell him! I don't care what method he uses! This year! The Outer Mongolians must be driven out before this year! Or take out a certain amount of chips! "
The principal's tone was particularly solemn, with a hint of anger.
