The small western-style building where Chu Yupu lives has nearly 30 rooms. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The adjutant took Zhou Hexuan to a side room on the bottom floor and said, "Mr. Zhou, you will live here in the future." Without the order of the commander, it is not allowed to enter and exit the gate at will, and it is not allowed to enter the room above the second floor without permission. ”

"Thank you for informing," Zhou Hexuan said almost in a hurry, "Dare to ask Brother Taigui's surname?" ”

"My name is Chu Nanxiang." The adjutant was very talkative, but his face was cold, and he was a little unsmiling.

Zhou Hexuan knew that this person was also a relative of Chu Yupu just by virtue of his surname. It seems that Chu Dashuai, as rumored, likes nepotism and doesn't trust outsiders at all.

Zhou Hexuan asked again: "Brother Chu, can I usually go out for a walk?" You can't stay in the Marshal's Mansion all the time. ”

"I don't know, I'll help you ask back," Chu Nanxiang said with a cold face, "I live on the second floor, what do you have to ask the servant to come to me, but you can't walk around at will." ”

After speaking, Chu Nanxiang turned around and left, without giving Zhou Hexuan another chance to talk.

After the adjutant disappeared, Zhou Hexuan began to look at his new residence. This room is obviously for the next person, the house is poorly furnished, the only place stronger than the courtyard is that there is actually an electric light.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning and unable to sleep, Zhou Hexuan's brain is still a little dizzy now, and he was inexplicably arrested by a military leader to be a foreign secretary, which feels like an absurd dream.

Chu Yupu has many shortcomings of old-fashioned warlords: greedy for money, tyrannical, domineering, uneducated, short-sighted, and nepotism...... Such a person can actually become the governor of Zhili, which is simply ridiculous in the world, and the common people are guilty.

Nothing happened overnight.

As soon as it was dawn the next morning, a servant knocked on the door and invited Zhou Hexuan to breakfast.

The place to eat is in a room on the bottom floor, after Zhou Hexuan washes up, Chu Nanxiang, Zhang Wukui, Shen Yaorong and others have already eaten, and they are all people around Chu Dashuai.

The table is very rich, there are both soy milk fritters, fried meat and pickles, and everyone here has eaten differently.

Chu Nanxiang seems to have studied at a military academy and is strict with himself, sitting with his waist straight, eating quickly but maintaining his demeanor; Shen Yaorong took small bites of grilled rice, with Sven of the scholar on his body; Zhang Wukui ate mountain swallows and ate several bowls of rice in a row.

There is no housekeeper in the marshal's mansion for the time being, but there is another messenger named Jia He, who is also Chu Yupu's cronies.

After breakfast, Chu Nanxiang personally brought a set of military uniforms and said to Zhou Hexuan: "Put it on, the handsome man is going out as a visitor today, and he is going to take you with him, and there is no need to write a novel first." ”

This is a set of Beiyang officers' regular uniforms, all dark blue, and comes with a pair of black riding boots. To Zhou Hexuan's surprise, there was a pistol under the military cap, he was not a military fan, and he couldn't recognize what model this gun was.

"No bullets?" Zhou Hexuan asked for a long time.

"You don't need it." Chu Nanxiang's answer was very brief.

"That's right." Zhou Hexuan smiled and went back to the house to change clothes, this broken gun is an ornament, and it is not as useful as a brick without bullets.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, Chu Yupu was finally ready to go, he beckoned to Zhou Hexuan and said: "You follow me, you may meet foreigners later, and don't embarrass this handsome man at that time!" ”

"Don't worry, Dashuai." Zhou Hexuan hugged his fists, he has adapted to the identity of a dog.

Shen Yaorong's face was full of jealousy, Zhou Hexuan was just a newcomer, and he actually followed the handsome side. And he has been serving Dashuai for five years, but he can only follow behind Chu Nanxiang and Zhou Hexuan.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Wukui walked into the courtyard and shouted, and immediately seven or eight soldiers ran over, and the big iron gate in front of him slowly opened.

Chu Yupu sat in a Ford sedan, he sat in the back seat with adjutant Chu Nanxiang, and Zhou Hexuan sat in the passenger cab. As for the master Shen Yaorong, he can only ride in a military truck with the big-headed soldiers.

As soon as the convoy drove out of the gate, Li Shoumin suddenly rushed out and shouted excitedly: "Brother He Xuan! ”

Zhou Hexuan hurriedly said, "Dashuai, that's my friend." ”

Chu Yupu said impatiently: "Stop!" ”

Zhou Hexuan rolled down the window, Li Shoumin bent down to the window, and said with a guilty face: "Yesterday, those soldiers rushed into the newspaper and forced President Liu to inquire about your whereabouts with guns, saying that Chu Dashuai wanted to ask you to write a novel. I was afraid that they would go on a killing spree, so I had to reveal your address, but luckily you're okay. ”

"It's okay, I'm the foreign secretary of the big handsome now. Thanks to Brother Shoumin, I was able to get a good job. While Zhou Hexuan was speaking, he kept winking at Li Shoumin.

Li Shoumin immediately understood, and said with a smile: "Then congratulations to Brother He Xuan on his bright future." ”

"Did you two finish? Get out of here when you're done," Chu Dashuai said impatiently, "Drive!" ”

The driver slammed on the accelerator and almost scratched Li Shoumin's face. Looking at the two cars in the distance, Li Shoumin scolded in Sichuan: "Your ancestor Banban, a turtle son!" ”

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Tianjin during the Republic of China was definitely full of celebrities.

The Beiyang warlords fought all year round, causing countless casualties among the common people. And those warlord leaders who lost the battle often went to the field with electricity, hid in the concession of Tianjin, and lived a good life. From the emperors and princes of the former Qing Dynasty, to the presidents and prime ministers of the Republic of China, to the warlords, celebrities, writers, and opera masters...... The small Tianjin Concession has it all.

Chu Yupu's marshal mansion was also in the Tianjin Concession, and it stands to reason that there are no Chinese troops in this place. Even if Chu Yupu occupied Tianjin, he only dared to bring in a dozen of his escorts, and he could not shoot in the concession, otherwise he would inevitably be interfered with by foreign countries.

After a short walk, the car stopped at Zhangyuan in the British Concession.

The Qiu Ba of the escort team jumped out of the military vehicle first, stood in a row with rifles, and the master Shen Yaorong shouted at the top of his voice: "The marshal is coming, open the door quickly!" ”

An old man came out of it, and said in a sharp voice: "Bold slave, this is the emperor's palace......"

"The emperor is a fart!"

Chu Dashuai walked over and kicked the big iron gate, and said righteously: "How many years has it been in the Republic of China, and you still have the emperor's score with me?" Tell Pu Yi that Chu Yupu is visiting, and ask him to come out and pick up the driver quickly! ”

The soldiers were very cooperative, and they all raised their guns and aimed inside.

The old man said sharply: "This is the British Concession, the territory of the British Empire, you can shoot it!" ”

Of course, Chu Yupu didn't dare to shoot, he smiled and waved his hand: "Put away all the guns and go and dismantle the big iron gate." ”

"Yes!" The soldiers are eager to try, but the emperor lives inside, they actually want to demolish the gate of the emperor's house today, this cow can blow for a lifetime.

Zhou Hexuan snickered, he really obeyed this handsome man now.

"Stop!"

At that moment, a thin man with glasses appeared with anger on his face, followed by a blonde foreigner.