The puppet state of Manchukuo has had two prime ministers so far.

The first term was Zheng Xiaoxu, who was responsible for drafting the national anthem and the declaration of the founding of the puppet Manchukuo after the September 18 Incident, and signed the Japan-Manchukuo Protocol with Muto Nobuyoshi, the representative of the Japanese Kwantung Army, recognizing Japan's special status and garrison rights in Manchukuo. In 1934, Pu Yi became emperor and served as prime minister. Zheng Xiaoxu later died in Changchun because of his opposition to the Japanese suppression of Manchukuo, and it is rumored that the Japanese poisoned him.

The second term is Zhang Jinghui, who has not studied anything, but knows how to judge the situation and is good at making friends, and later served as Zhang Zuolin's deputy. After the 918 Incident, he openly surrendered to the enemy. After the death of Zheng Xiaoxu, he took over the position of the prime minister of the puppet Manchukuo, and almost obeyed the Japanese.

Of course, being a word of the word is never a sign of respect. For the Japanese, he only respects them on the surface, but in private, he doesn't have this respect.

It's just that as the current prime minister of the puppet Manchukuo, Zhang Jinghui's life is actually just a living, and he looks better than some people.

Moreover, the Japanese spies also kept an eye on him from time to time.

"Master, even the old phone." A man who looked like a housekeeper looked at his master, although he was the prime minister of a country, he was basically idle at home and hung a name.

"Oh?" Zhang Jinghui was a little curious, he didn't understand what this old man called him for, you know, although they know each other, it is rare for them to intersect, "What did he say on this cold day?" ”

"I said I wanted to invite you to his house tomorrow to drink tea and enjoy the flowers."

"Tea and flowers?" Zhang Jinghui narrowed her eyes, then nodded with a smile, "I should go." ”

"Yes."

……

Zhou Weiguo looked at the middle-aged son of the old gentleman and nodded to himself, "Brother Lian, thank you." ”

"Brother Zhou, you're welcome." Lian Ziwen also smiled, "In this way, Brother Zhou will live in my house, right?" How is it? ”

Zhou Weiguo thought about it, and then nodded, "Then it's troublesome Brother Lian." Since he asked his father to help him pull the strings, knowing the righteousness of the country and the feelings of the nation, there is no reason not to believe them.

"Okay, then I'll let someone arrange it." Lian Ziwen smiled and nodded, when he was young, he lived the life of a rich young master, although he still had to study, but compared to now, it was much more comfortable. He knew that their family, with the decline of the Qing Dynasty, was also slowly declining. His father was willing, but he was not willing. He is not very old, why can't he make a contribution? It's just that his father is already old, and he can't travel far for the time being.

But now, the arrival of Zhou Weiguo has made his once silent heart restless. There are some things that really can't be calmed down.

"Then it's going to be troublesome Brother Lian." Zhou Weiguo also smiled, for this gentle Lian Ziwen, although he is over forty years old, but judging from his elegant temperament and performance in the past few days, he knows that this brother is actually a furrow in his chest, but his father's health is not good, and their family is a little special, so he has come to this point.

"No trouble." Lian Ziwen left with a smile, and in the room, Zhou Weiguo and his father were left.

The old gentleman squinted his eyes, and sighed as his son left, knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, his own son, doesn't he know?

Zhou Weiguo's arrival, it is obvious that his son is tempted.

"Zhou Xiaoyou, then let's wait for tomorrow?"

"Thank you, sir."

"It doesn't matter."

……

"Brother, what are your plans?" Liu Zhihui didn't understand what Zhou Weiguo meant until now, Zhou Weiguo wanted to unite with Emperor Puyi, he knew, but now it is united, but what should be done next?

After listening to Liu Zhihui's words, Zhou Weiguo smiled, "You'll know when the time comes, don't worry, I still need to improve the plan or something." ”

Liu Zhihui rolled his eyes and found that he was following, it was simply a mistake, it was too boring.

His brother is actually uniting the ministers of the puppet Manchukuo? Delusional combination of the forces of the independent division to overthrow the devil Kwantung Army.

He couldn't understand it, because he knew very well that these ministers of the puppet Manchukuo really didn't have any real power at all, and if they wanted to unite them, it was better to let people slowly infiltrate the three eastern provinces.

"Feeling bored?" Zhou Weiguo asked with a smile.

"yes, I thought I could encounter something interesting, but you didn't let me do it, and you didn't let me do it......"

"Alright, you play your role obediently first." Zhou Weiguo patted Liu Zhihui on the shoulder, and then entered the room that Lian Ziwen had prepared for himself.

One and also relatively quaint room.

Then he frowned slightly, such a building, in later generations, will almost be regarded as a cultural heritage. In fact, the architectural wisdom of ancient China is really unimaginable.

"I can only try my best to save it!" Zhou Weiguo exhaled, he knew that if his plan was successful, Changchun, that is, Xinjing, would be indispensable for a turmoil.

It's like a courtier's rebellion in ancient times.

Now that the power of Xinjing is in the hands of the Japanese, he Zhou Weiguo needs to plan a little carefully if he wants to take down and kill the Japanese.

In ancient times, most of the rebels were unsuccessful.

The big problem lies in confidentiality.

Many people's plans have been leaked. For example, the rebellion of several sons of Tang Taizong was already known to Taizong before it began.

Therefore, before the plan was completed, Zhou Weiguo didn't want to say it for the time being.

And seeing Zhang Jinghui is one of the important links, as the prime minister of the puppet Manchukuo, he no longer has any power in his hands, but he will still have the prestige he should have. And Zhang Jinghui can mix to the point where he is now, as a person, he will never be reckless and ignorant.

……

The next day, when Zhang Jinghui appeared in Lian's mansion, Zhou Weiguo's dress was still a long braid jacket, at least recently, he would appear in everyone's field of vision as Lian Lao's nephew.

People dressed like this, generally speaking, are all children of the Eight Banners, the remnants of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and they are a little stubborn.

"Yo, whose boy is this? Raw, is it really handsome? Zhang Jinghui's first sentence when he saw Zhou Weiguo was ridicule, because he had never seen Zhou Weiguo.

Zhou Weiguo smiled, did not answer, and invited Zhang Jinghui into the house. It's cold outside, after all.

Zhang Jinghui didn't care, and then saw the old man who was already waiting in the house, and smiled and arched his hand, "Mr. Yaxing." ”

"But the vassal is elegant, and he is happy in suffering." Lian Lao smiled, put down the teacup, "Sit." ”

"Thank you." Zhang Jinghui sat down.

And Zhou Weiguo naturally walked in, Zhang Jinghui's first impression of him was sleek and sophisticated, and after thinking about it, he understood.

"Didn't Mr. say that he asked me to drink tea and enjoy the flowers, I saw this tea, but where is this flower?" ()

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