A black car was galloping on the streets of Nanjing, and the Kuomintang traffic policeman on duty saw a star-striped flag on the front of the car, hurriedly turned on the green light and let it go, and the car went all the way unimpeded, and finally drove to a Western-style courtyard with a reinforced concrete structure and stopped, and the two US Marines standing guard at the door stood up and saluted, and opened the gate. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info car drove into the yard and stopped, and an American captain came down from the front row, he walked to the back row, opened the car door, and walked out of Balgotte. He walked briskly into the first floor of a white building, where a black servant at the door of the hall led him to a door on the west side and opened the door for him to enter.

An elderly American man in his sixties, with gray hair and a slender face, and a black gabardine double-breasted suit, sat in front of a sophisticated cherry-wood writing desk, writing with his head bowed, and a rolled-up Stars and Stripes hung against the wall behind him. Next to the Star-Spangled Banner are two steel safes painted green. Above the wall hangs an American coat of arms made of mahogany. He is Benjamin Renard, director of the U.S. Liaison Office in Nanjing. Then he noticed that someone was coming, and he looked up at them.

"Hello, Your Excellency, Director." Balgaut greeted him as he saluted.

"Hello, Your Excellency, please take a seat." Renard nodded at him.

Balgort sat down on a brown woolen couch across from his desk, with a glass coffee table in front of the couch and a brown woolen couch on each side of the table. The black servant walked in with a cup of coffee, put it on the table, and withdrew.

Bargaut noticed that Renard's office had a strong East-meets-West character. On the east wall are four maple multi-layer bookshelves, two shelves on the south side display foreign language books, and on the north side display Chinese books, some of which are still wrapped in traditional Chinese dark blue cloth bookcases. On the bookshelf are two banners of Chinese landscape paintings. On the west wall is a multi-layered maple bogu shelf, which displays exquisite Chinese ceramic crafts and landscape bonsai. There are four banners of ancient Chinese poetry hanging on the Bogu shelf. Next to the Bogu shelf is a fireplace, which used to be an oak table with an American-made radio on it.

"Your Excellency, I am looking for you today in the hope of putting aside my official status and having a frank private conversation on a matter of mutual interest." Balgaut stirred the coffee with a spoon and said, "Ben, you're not going to object, are you?" ”

"I'm glad you call me a nickname, Bale, and I'd love to have this conversation with you, please." Renard continued to bow his head and write the material.

"Ben, I heard that you have a lot of Chinese friends, they like to call you Mr. Lei, and some simply call you Lao Lei." He deliberately used Chinese words to say "Mr. Lei" and "Old Lei". He has lived and worked in China for many years and speaks Chinese fluently. Seeing Reynard nodding, he squeezed his eyes slyly, "Excuse me, how does Lao Lei say it in English, does it mean OLDLEI or LAOLEI?" ”

"Then you have to call me LAOLEI, if you call me OLDLEI, I will accuse you of insulting my personality!" Reynard stopped writing and glared at him.

"It's strange that the Chinese word 'lao' means old in English, so why don't you accept OLDLEI?" Balgort took a sip of his coffee, deliberately feigning surprise.

Renard picked up the pen and continued to bow his head to write the material, "In English, old not only means old, but also means old, obsolete, and obsolete, that is, old is a derogatory term in English. In Chinese, in addition to being very old, Lao also means mature and rich, and Lao symbolizes experience, skill, dignity and status. For example, old ministers, teachers, veterans, fellow villagers, old generals, old heroes, old gentlemen, oh, the Kuomintang and the Communist Party all have old party members, old cadres, and old troops. He uttered a series of "old" words in Chinese.

"You're right, but I've heard from my Chinese friends that Chinese hates old treachers, old fools, old ruffians, old bandits, oh, old rascals! Right? Old Ray. Balgaut uttered another series of "old" in Chinese, then took a sip of his coffee and smiled wickedly.

"This just shows that the status and identity of the old in the minds of the Chinese, even the old bandits, old riffraff, and old hooligans are more sophisticated, old, sophisticated, spicy, and old than their new counterparts!" Renard stopped his pen, looked up at Balgotte, and smiled, "Dear Bale, it seems that you have come to me not only to discuss the differences between Chinese and Western cultures, right?" ”

"Of course, in the old Chinese saying, I am a drunkard who does not mean to drink." Bargaut first said a word in Chinese, and he found that the Chinese word "old" could not be translated into English to accurately express his willingness, so he directly used Chinese when referring to words with "old". The same goes for Renard. At this moment, he put the coffee on the coffee table and crossed Erlang's legs, "Ben, do you remember a conversation I had with you last November?" ”

"Oh, I remember, you said we could destroy the communist forces by force. I don't refute you right away, but I just tell you that your bold assumptions are very good, but they need to be carefully verified. Renard smiled slightly, "What, does the general have any evidence to verify now?" ”

"Of course there is," Bargaut stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and shook his head, "I just came from Yunzhou today, four days ago in Yunzhou, I saw with my own eyes the whole process of a CCP army surrendering to the government army, 19,000 officers and soldiers standing together, the scene is so spectacular!" According to the officers of the government army, it is the first time in the history of the Chinese Communist Party that so many people have collectively surrendered, and there will be more Chinese communist troops in the future. This shows that the Chinese Communist Party has been divided and collapsed under the powerful military attack of the Chinese government army, and is heading for defeat. ”

Renard took a sip of coffee on the desk, squinted at him, and shook his head, "Oh, you're talking about that Hu Tengxiao." I would like to draw your attention to the fact that his troops are not the old units of the Communist Party, and that his defection has had some negative effects on the Communist Party, but it is not disastrous. Also, I just got an update that he and his troops had been wiped out by the Communists in the early hours of this morning. This shows that the Communist Party has not fallen into overall chaos and defeat, and they can still control the whole situation. ”

He put down his coffee, got up and walked up to Bargaut, patted him on the shoulder, "I have several Chinese intellectual friends who support Chiang Kai-shek politically, and the other day, they told me that they have analyzed the current war situation and believe that Chiang Kai-shek cannot win a complete victory, and it is better to stop the war immediately. I agree with them. For the sake of our American interests, we should support an armistice. So, I am writing a memorandum calling on Mr. Chiang Kai-shek to accept an armistice. ”

Balgaut smacked his lips, a little unconvinced, "Ben, I still think that the Chinese Communist Party is heading for failure, and in addition to General Hu, there are also some other CCP personnel who agree with this view, in the words of the Communist Party, they are all old backbones of the Communist Party." ”

Renard walked over to the desk and shook his head disapprehantly, "You're talking about Wang Jingfang, right?" This is just an isolated phenomenon. Bale, you just talked about the old traitor, but you haven't really understood the old traitor and the cunning that the Chinese say, and now I ask you to look at a document. As he spoke, he picked up a folder from his desk and handed it to Balgotte.