In the early morning of the next day, in the east of Nanjing, Huangpu Road, resting -

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a private bungalow villa manor covering an area of about 20 acres, if you have a little knowledge, you will know that the people living here should be high-ranking officials and dignitaries, either military or political figures.

Because most of the streets on Huangpu Road are where military and political dignitaries are located, it is not easy to live here.

Anyone who wants to enter this street is closely monitored, and even when you go to some areas, you are not allowed to enter, and even if you have an invitation, you will be strictly checked.

However, a black Ford car was a special case, and the guard at the entrance of the rest house just casually glanced at the license plate and the appearance of the people in the car, and immediately let it go.

The people sitting inside were all very familiar to them, and they were the officials who often appeared around the nobleman inside, as if they were some kind of director.

What exactly they do, their pro-soldiers are not clear.

When the car stopped a few hundred meters away from the main building of the manor, the middle-aged man in the car hurriedly walked towards the mansion in front of him with a black briefcase.

"Stop! Mr. Dai, you should know the principal's habits, and his old man should be drinking tea at this point! ”

"Mr. Chen, I have an urgent matter to meet the principal, please be accommodating!"

The middle-aged man named Mr. Dai frowned.

Of course he knew the person in front of him, his name was Chen Xiu. He is the principal's aide-de-camp and is in charge of the principal's daily life.

Although there is only one word difference between Chen Xiu and Yang Xiu, it is by no means the kind of chicken ribs of the ancient Yang Xiu, but a person who can really be perfect like the head of internal affairs.

"It's useless to be in a hurry! Instead of arguing with me here, why don't you sit down in the side hall first, and I'll have someone bring you some breakfast, you shouldn't have eaten breakfast so early, right?

The principal generally needs to drink two glasses of boiled water, one cup of warm swallowed water, and one cup of boiled water, which means that the days will last forever.

This is true whether you are away on business or in the office! ”

Chen Xiu's faint voice didn't have many waves, but there was a faint smile on his face, not distant and not too close.

Hearing this, Mr. Dai also took a few deep breaths and nodded.

As one of the principal's henchmen, he certainly knows his family's habit of going to the top.

In the early morning, the boiled water mine can not be moved, and you must go to the toilet to freshen up until you are dressed neatly, even if you enjoy breakfast, you will not be disturbed by outsiders.

He prefers to enjoy food with his family, because listening to business makes the food on the table like chewing wax.

"I know, the principal is worried about state affairs, and he can't talk more in his spare time, so it will trouble Adjutant Chen."

"Well, that's how it should be!"

Chen Xiu smiled and nodded, and then made a gesture of invitation.

The two entered the side hall, and Chen Xiu just instructed the maid in the house to entertain Mr. Dai and left.

It can be seen that this acolyte is also very busy, which is normal, after all, he needs to manage all the affairs of the palace for that nobleman.

Occasionally, it takes time to prepare for your trip.

It's just that Mr. Dai is sitting on a chair and tasting delicious food, but it is really like chewing wax.

The situation in the north is not the big picture, but this matter is important to the principal, and it is important to their side.

For the principal, Yan Laoxi and Lao Fengzi, who are in the Central Plains, can be said to be like a fish in their throats.

If these two can be cleaned up, then their Nanjing authorities will no longer be the nominal domestic boss, and the only focus to be cleaned up will be Zhang Shaoshuai in the northeast.

Now although the principal has a false name and a righteous person, this real hard power is barely stronger than that of ordinary warlord leaders, and it is still not enough in front of that Young Marshal Zhang.

And if Feng Dashuai can be won perfectly, the territory of Yan Laoxi and the two will almost be settled.

So now his information is very important!

The southward movement of Outer Mongolians was almost beyond everyone's expectations, and Mr. Dai was originally engaged in intelligence work, which required not only a nuanced vision but also a view of the overall situation.

He keenly grasped the opportunity, an opportunity to suppress Yan Laoxi.

Thinking of this, he was a little happy, this time he was finally able to let out a bad breath in front of Old Ghost Xu.

Old Ghost Xu is also an old opponent engaged in intelligence work with him, but this person is dealing with the red side.

Because Red Fang's latent work is very unprofessional, it almost made this old ghost Xu perform miraculous feats, which once made him angry!

It's not that he doesn't have such a large capacity, but once Old Ghost Xu makes a meritorious service, he likes to report to the principal in person, and secretly poke and poke him out to be sarcastic.

In this regard, Mr. Dai was reprimanded by the principal for being ineffective.

After waiting for about an hour, Mr. Dai finished eating breakfast early and drank several cups of tea, and the adjutant Chen was late.

It's just that there was a hint of seriousness on his face, and he instructed in a deep voice, "Mr. Dai, please, the principal is basking in the sun in the garden, but I still have to remind you that the principal is in a good mood today, and some things are said carefully!" ”

Hearing this, Mr. Dai chuckled in his heart, although this is good news, but it does affect his mood.

Following Adjutant Chen to the garden, the maid here retreated very sensibly, only with her back to the two of them lying on the chaise longue, her slender and well-groomed slean head.

"Is Xiao Dai here? It's rare, what's the matter? ”

The principal smiled lightly, his accent with a faint Hokkien accent and the accent of the Wu Ningbo region, the tempo was a little fast, but not too sharp.

"Headmaster, there is indeed something."

Mr. Dai paused as he spoke.

Seeing this, Chen Xiu smiled and said, "I'll go prepare tea." ”

It wasn't until Chen Xiu went away that Mr. Dai told him the information he had gotten.

The headmaster is usually silent when listening to others, and his expression is very calm, making it difficult to know what he is thinking.

Until Mr. Dai finished speaking, another moment passed, snap!

There was a crisp sound, but I saw the principal casually slap and knock over all the pastries on the stool in front of him.

"That's how Yan Laoxi does things? The dignified Jin Suijun is so ugly, it's ridiculous! ”

After venting, the principal just took a deep breath, and his tone was calm.

Da-da-da-da!

There was a faint tapping sound on the armrest, and the principal's fingers tapped very rhythmically, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was silent for a long time before he said lightly,

"Call Chahar, no! Call Shanxi, ask Yan Laoxi, just ask him! How to deal with this matter? Can they handle it?

Can't handle it with our side to help deal with it! ”

"It's the headmaster, it's just...."

As he spoke, a look of embarrassment appeared on Mr. Dai's face.

"It's just that this Yan Dashuai is this person.... What if it is dealt with and not dealt with? ”

"Then let him send people to talk to the Russians and the Outer Mongolians! Now we are under pressure unilaterally, and no matter how well we negotiate at the negotiating table, we have to do something on his side.

So how can we talk about it? What to talk about?

Negotiation! Negotiation! That also has to be talked about with capital, a large country with millions of troops, but there are no more than hundreds of thousands of troops in Outer Mongolia!

It's okay for me to lose my old face, what about the people I sent out to negotiate? How do they talk?

Tell him! I don't care what he does! This year! The Outer Mongolians must be driven out by this year! Or come up with some chips! ”

The headmaster's tone was unusually solemn, with a hint of anger.