Yao Yilei said to the furniture seller unhurriedly: "I don't have such a foreign on my family, otherwise, these furniture will help me move to No. 17 Dongwenchang Hutong first, and then I will give you money when I go back." ”

She is a big family daughter of the style of the young lady, others naturally believe, found a group of coolies, a few mule carts, and transported these furniture to the Chen Mansion, these rosewood furniture is really genuine, four cabinets can be carried by four people, the wood is really solid.

Transported to the house, Yao Yilei first took ten yuan to send away the coolie who moved the furniture, and then said to the seller: "I'm really sorry, Mr. works in the War Department and hasn't come back yet, when he comes back in the evening, I will ask him to write a check, and I will send it to you early tomorrow morning." ”

The seller saw that their house was bright and bright, and heard that the man had a decent messenger in the War Department, so he naturally accompanied him with a smile and said, "Don't panic, don't panic." ”

When the seller left, Yao Yilei jumped up and said to Ah Fu: "Drive, go to Liuli Factory!" ”

Liuli Factory is a place that specializes in selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and there are also shops that collect old furniture, Yao Yilei quickly rushed there, called a shopkeeper specializing in rosewood furniture business to come back, and showed him the furniture that had just been collected. ”

"Deal!" Yao Yilei is also a cheerful person, and immediately sent someone to load the furniture and transport it to the Liuli Factory, collected the shopkeeper's 2,000 yuan ticket, took out 1,000 yuan and bought a set of rosewood furniture, and the remaining 1,000 yuan was immediately sent to the seller, and the receipt was returned.

The seller collected the money, immediately rushed to Yao's mansion, and handed over the Zhuang ticket to Yao Qizhen, Mr. Yao was slightly surprised: "Pay it off so quickly?" ”

"That's right, the eldest lady is not ambiguous, and a thousand yuan is not less." The seller nodded.

"It's done." Yao Qizhen said.

"Okay, what you always explained, it must be done properly." The seller is a flag man in his forties, and his Beijing dialect is smooth as if he has been smeared with sesame oil.

Yao Qizhen gave him fifty yuan and sent him away, and after a while, the phone on the table rang, it was from a shop in Liulichang that poured rosewood furniture, and the shopkeeper had done business with him several times, and he was very familiar.

"Mr. Yao, I have another set of red sandalwood here, the condition is the same as the one you bought yesterday, do you want to stop coming to see it?"

"Oh, thanks, let's talk about it." Yao Qizhen put down the phone and continued to be busy with his work, suddenly raised his head and smiled dumbly, and then shook his head helplessly, he finally came back to his senses, his daughter's ticket was really beautiful, and he turned his own furniture that he half sold and half sent to her to make up for her.

Hey, it's his own daughter, and she is not inferior to her father when it comes to speculation.

……

War Department, General Affairs Department, General Affairs Department, Chen Zikun received a "express mail telegram" from Shanghai, the envelope contained a reissued graduation certificate from St. John's University, Jianbing's efficiency was astonishing, so quickly Chen Zikun needed to do a good job, but there was also a note in the envelope, with only four small characters on it.

"I want to go north."

Chen Zikun has a headache, Jianbing can't wait, he wants to come to Beijing to see him, the two women are not fuel-efficient lamps, how can this be good.

There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, so it doesn't matter so much first, Chen Zikun took his academic certificate and went to the Military Heng Division to re-rank the rank, according to the relevant regulations of the War Department, the benchmark military rank for those with a university degree should be major, and his own lieutenant is obviously low.

However, after the graduation certificate was taken, the bureaucrats of the Military Balance Division still put it off, saying that there was no statement in the regulations about whether the lost and reissued graduation certificate could be used as the standard for military ranks, and they had to report to their superiors and study and decide, Chen Zikun knew that Jin Yongyan deliberately gave himself small shoes to wear, and he was not embarrassed by these officers, so he smiled indifferently and left.

At noon, when Chen Zikun came to the entrance of the army department, Jin Yongyan's Pontic car was parked in the courtyard, and a young coachman was whistling and wiping the car with a suede.

If he wanted to change Chen Zikun's previous temper, he would have gone up to beat people a long time ago, but now he disdains to be angry with a little coachman, anyway, his future is not pinched by Vice Minister Kim, and these small means are just to increase the laughter.

Out of the Iron Lion Hutong, Chen Zikun suddenly remembered that today was 7 May, the anniversary of the national humiliation of Yuan Shikai's signing of the 21 Articles of Traitorous Aggression.

It's another parade, Chen Zikun can't help but miss the May Fourth Movement in the eighth year of the Republic of China, if it weren't for that messy chaos, his life would probably be another regular trajectory, but after four years of going around and around, Yao Yilei who passed by returned to himself, which can't help but make people sigh.

Almost subconsciously, Chen Zikun called a foreign car and went straight to Chang'an Avenue, the coachman ran fast, suddenly heard a rapid horn behind him, and quickly avoided it, and then saw the familiar Pontic car roaring away, and a general in the back seat of the car was sitting precariously, it was the deputy army commander Jin Yongyan.

The front wheels of the car were pressed into a puddle, and the muddy water splashed contaminated the driver's brand-new trousers.

"it!" The coachman scolded in a low voice, and suddenly realized that he was also pulling an officer in the car, so he quickly silenced and peeked back, as if Chen Zikun didn't seem to hear it.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, the front intersection screamed, the driver pulled the foreign car and ran over to see, a motorcycle with two wheels still rotating in the sky, two young people fell to the ground, bloody heads and bloody faces, not far away, Pontic's car was across the road, the driver got out of the car and hurriedly checked whether there were dents in the front of the car, and found that there was no major problem, so he boarded the car and wanted to leave.

"Don't go!" Chen Zikun let out a loud shout, flew straight down from the foreign car, and stopped in front of the car.

"You're eating it!" The driver honked his horn violently, but Chen Zikun was unmoved, stopping the car like an iron tower, and the surrounding passers-by gathered more and more, and gradually the water around him was impassable.

"What's going on?" Vice Minister Kim, who was sitting in the back seat, impatiently took out his gold pocket watch and looked at it, the prime minister and chief of the army urgently summoned him to discuss important military affairs, but he did not dare to slack off.

As for who stopped his car, Vice Minister Kim couldn't be clearer, but the deputy chief's shelf can't fall, even if he knows Chen Zikun, he has to ask this, this is called Pu'er.

"In response to your words, there is an eyeless person who has stopped our car, and it looks like a soldier." The driver replied, he also deliberately pretended not to know Chen Zikun, and the accelerator under his feet kept banging, as long as Jin Cichang said a word, he really dared to kill this blind kid.

He dared, Jin Yongyan didn't dare, after all, it was Wu Peifu standing behind Chen Zikun, if it weren't for Chen Zikun, a kid who dared to beat his beloved son on the street, he wouldn't have deliberately given Chen Zikun small shoes to wear.

"Let him dodge, I have something important to do, I can't delay." Jin Yongyan took out his pocket watch again and looked at it.

"Get out of the way, or I'll kill you." The driver poked his head out and yelled at Chan, who angered the passers-by and annoyed Chan even more, and he stepped forward and put his arm into the window and grabbed the driver's collar.

The coachman was furious: "Bold! Do you know whose car this is? ”

"No matter whose car it is, don't even think about leaving if you hit someone!" Chen Zikun dragged him out of the car and grabbed him to the ground, and the driver wanted to get up and resist, but he was surrounded by passers-by, and they all accused: "Rampage, I still want to leave after hitting someone, and there is no Wang Fa!" ”

In the face of surging public opinion, the driver was speechless, and could only stare at Chen Zikun with hatred, and Jin Cichang in the car was like sitting on pins and needles, but there were so many angry passers-by outside, and he didn't dare to get out of the car rashly.

Chen Zikun is so happy in his heart, Vice Minister Kim's car hit someone, this is a God-given opportunity, and he has to take advantage of this incident to make Ya Ting stink.

Suddenly, I heard someone next to me shouting: "Oh, this person doesn't seem to be able to do it." ”

Chen Zikun turned his head to look, and the schadenfreude in his heart suddenly came to naught, because he knew both of them, and the one who was crushed under the motorcycle was Liang Sicheng, the eldest son of his mentor Liang Qichao, and the other was Sicheng's younger brother Siyong.

"Help!" Chen Zikun hurriedly stepped forward to lift the motorcycle, and carefully picked up Liang Sicheng, who was covered in blood, Liang Siyong's injuries were obviously lighter, and he had limped up, and asked with a sad face: "How is the eldest brother?" ”

Chen Zikun put his finger on Liang Sicheng's neck artery and tried it, and said, "It's not dead, send it to the hospital quickly!" ”

Liang Sicheng, who was holding the dying Liang Sicheng, was about to put it in the car, but he thought that the driver had already gotten up from the ground, got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and ran.

Chen Zikun's shamelessness and cold-blooded anger towards Jin Yongyan reached the extreme, but at this moment, he could only give priority to saving people.

This place is very close to the Liang house, Chen Zikun didn't care about Jin Yongyan anymore, hugged Liang Sicheng and walked towards the Liang house, Siyong followed behind in shock, and didn't make much effort to get to the door, the porter saw that the eldest young master was covered in blood and was carried in, so he hurriedly flew to report to the old man and his wife, and did not mention the rescue of the wounded.

Jin Yongyan's car just drove out a few dozen meters away, the siren sounded in the distance, and the patrol officer in the police booth on the side of the road rushed to hear the news, stopped the car, stepped forward and saluted, the guy who was on an errand on the road, this bit of eyesight is still there, the car is either rich or expensive, and it is definitely not a role that a small patrol officer can afford to provoke.

Jin Yongyan still didn't get out of the car, just rolled down the window, dropped a business card, and continued to sit upright, shouting: "Drive." ”

The driving car ran away in a puff of smoke.

The patrol officer still stood upright and saluted, and when the car was far away, he picked up the business card from the ground, dusted it off, and exclaimed: "My mother, it's a second chief!" ”