There is a very long distance from Guangzhou to Mukden, and if it was in ancient times, it would take several months to arrive at any cost.

Since foreigners have brought the train as a means of transportation, the time to go back and forth has been greatly shortened, and it only takes a few days, or even a week, to get from the southernmost to the northernmost place, which is the convenience of technology.

When Zhang Zuolin received Li Qingzhu's letter in his house, it was already the fourth day, and he wondered how Li Qingzhu could let someone from the consulate send him a letter, and with his understanding of Li Qingzhu, there must be something greasy in it.

Therefore, he did not invite the person who delivered the letter into the house, but directly tore the letter and read it.

The handwriting is indeed Li Qingzhu's handwriting, although this guy is very talented, but his calligraphy has always been ridiculed by Zhang Zuolin, so Zhang Zuolin can recognize Li Qingzhu's words at a glance.

More than a dozen articles were sprinkled, all of which were about persuading Zhang Zuolin to give up military power in the Northeast and cooperate with the British.

At the beginning, Zhang Zuolin became more and more popular, you must know that he occupies the northeast and has been dealing with the British, not just for his own military power and family business, the most important thing is that this is our own Chinese place, why let foreigners come in and point fingers.

The guy who delivered the letter saw Zhang Zuolin's expression change, and he was also very worried in his heart, if Zhang Zuolin started a fire, would he also click?

And Zhang Zuolin also came back to his senses after he got angry.

No, there is something wrong with this letter, Li Qingzhu should know the reason why he occupies the Northeast, not to mention that he should be very clear about all his reactions after this letter was sent to him. But weishenme: Under such circumstances, Li Qingzhu still wants to send such a letter?

"Mr. Li is the only one who gave me this letter?"

Zhang Zuolin put down his hand and looked at the guy in front of him with a frown, he really didn't want to believe Li Qingzhu's defection.

The messenger was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that there was another thing on his body that the consul had instructed to hand over to Zhang Zuolin. It's just that that thing is really not very important compared to sending letters, so he forgot about it.

Now when Zhang Zuolin asked, he hurriedly rummaged on his body, and after a while, he took out something like a ring from his body and handed it to Zhang Zuolin, and smiled cautiously: "Zhang Dashuai." It was given to their mother by Mr. Lee to his two students in place of him to express their lovesickness. ”

Although Zhang Zuolin is a soldier who leads soldiers to fight, he can still recognize things often used by Chinese women, such as thimbles.

He reached out and took it. I looked closely, but I didn't find any mechanism.

Come to think of it, since this thing is entrusted to a foreigner, I won't do anything about it. Maybe. It's going to be the thing itself.

Zhang Zuolin didn't believe in the argument that his two daughters gave gifts to their mothers, and with his understanding of his daughters, they must have gone crazy in Guangdong, and whether they were homesick or not is two words.

'Thimble, what did he send a thimble for...... Thimble...... Wait a minute! True!? ’

Zhang Zuolin suddenly came to his senses, his brain flashed, and he thought of another thing from the pronunciation of the thimble.

He quickly put the thimble away and picked up the letter again, re-reading it in the way he had suddenly thought. And this time, he saw another level of meaning.

'Sir really has a heart. In order to write a few sentences, it took more than a dozen pen and ink. ’

After reading what Li Qingzhu really wanted to express, Zhang Zuolin finally understood Li Qingzhu's plan, he quietly accepted the letter and gifts, and then said to the sender: "I have preliminarily agreed, and I will visit the consulate of your country in Mukden later to confirm this matter." ”

When the messenger heard this, he immediately showed joy, he didn't expect that there would be such a twisting and turning thing, he thought that his life would be difficult to protect, but he didn't expect Zhang Zuolin to agree to this matter again.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The messenger thanked Zhang Zuolin again and again, Zhang Zuolin waved his hand and said no, and called the housekeeper to ask him to go to the account room to get a few taels of silver and reward it to the sender, which should be a reward.

The messenger took the silver taels and left happily.

After seeing the messenger leave, Zhang Zuolin's face slowly turned cold, and he turned to the housekeeper beside him and said, "Prepare the horse, I want to go to the British Consulate!" ”

"Master, do you want to send more people?"

The housekeeper was worried that there would be a conflict, so he reminded Zhang Zuolin.

Zhang Zuolin sneered: "Why do you call so many people? Lao Tzu went to give gifts to the British, and it was too late for him to rejoice, how could he dare to do something with Lao Tzu? ”

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and then thought that the British had frequently visited Zhang Zuolin in the past few months, in order to ask for the right to garrison troops in the Northeast.

The housekeeper immediately panicked and said, "Don't you, master! This is the inheritance of the ancestors, but the British can't be cheapened for nothing. ”

This is also this housekeeper who has followed Zhang Zuolin for decades, and is his confidant, if he were a different person, he would dare to interfere with the master's decision, and he would have been pulled out and beheaded, which is called overreach.

Zhang Zuolin snorted coldly, and said with a cold smile on his face: "How can you cheap the British for nothing?" If you want him to swallow it, you can spit it out for me! Haha! ”

Thinking of the jihua mentioned in Li Qingzhu's letter, Zhang Zuolin's heart was hot.

Li Qingzhu is still amazing, he can even think of writing a letter in that way, and the surface meaning and the real meaning are completely opposite, interesting, he has to study it well, maybe he can use this method to fool foreigners in the future.

The housekeeper looked at Zhang Zuolin's back in a daze, not only did the master not mean to sell land, but also wanted to calculate the British?

The master is really the master, and the wisdom is really not beyond the reach of ordinary people like him.

Just one day later, a telegram came from the Fengtian Consulate, saying that Zhang Zuolin had agreed to transfer the stationing rights of Heilongjiang and Jilin provinces, but only Liaoning, that is, Fengtian, resolutely refused to let it.

This is also expected, Zhang Zuolin originally made his fortune in Fengtian, if he could really transfer the garrison rights of Fengtian without thinking about it, then the British would not dare to accept it.

On the other hand, the price paid by the British is the modern rifle jishu, Zhang Zuolin lion opened his mouth and asked the British to give him a regiment of equipment, the British naturally sat on the ground to pay back, Zuihou promised to give Zhang Zuolin a full set of British equipment for a battalion, and attached a copy of the latest firearm jishu according to them.

"Haha, Mr. Li is really amazing, just a letter to fulfill my long-cherished wish of the British Empire!"

In Li Qingzhu's office in the church, the British consul was dressed in disguise at the moment, and he praised Li Qingzhu very happily.

Being able to single-handedly promote this is not a small function, and he seems to be able to see the scene where Queen Bixia personally wears a medal for him.

Li Qingzhu glanced at him, with his understanding of Zhang Zuolin, if Zhang Zuolin agreed to this matter, he must have understood the true intention he wanted to express in that letter.

What about supervising your own letter-writing throughout the process? Speaking of playing word games, we Chinese are the ancestors of foreigners!

Even if you are a Chinese expert, can you know the five line poems? Do you know what it means to be true?

Li Qingzhu despised the British consul in his heart, who thought he was very smart, let you laugh now, there will be a time when you cry.

Although he thought so in his heart, Li Qingzhu's face was still very indifferent.

"Then congratulations to Mr. Consul, who will be a well-known figure in your country in the future."

"Haha, this is thanks to Mr. Li's help, I really feel sorry now, why didn't I meet Mr. earlier?"

The British consul expressed his gratitude to Li Qingzhu in a numb manner, but Li Qingzhu was covered in goosebumps by him, this guy can really disgust people to death if he wants to be disgusting.

Shaking his head, Li Qingzhu got down to business.

"Since what I promised Mr. Consul is done, what about what Mr. Consul promised me?"

The British consul was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "OK, no problem!" We're definitely not going to make a move, we don't know anything. ”

Li Qingzhu nodded with satisfaction from the British consul's statement, on the surface it seemed that he was very polite and respectful to the British consul, but in his heart, he was full of murderous spirit.

"The revenge of killing his wife is not shared! You wait for me! If I don't play you to death, I won't call Li Qingzhu!! (To be continued......)