Lu Ming was really tired, exhausted, and tired, so he fell asleep under the massage of his secretary Liu Qiwen without even realizing it.
Liu Qiwen entered the suite in the office, brought the blanket that Lu Ming usually used to cover him, and quietly left the office, intending to let Lu Ming have a solid sleep.
Liu Qiwen had just stepped out and before she had gone far, she heard the phone on Lu Ming's desk ringing.
It was really a ghost today. The chief had been waiting all morning but did not get the call he wanted to wait for. He had only slept for less than ten minutes when the call came.
Liu Qiwen had no choice but to return to the office, only to see Lu Ming jump up and rush towards the phone like a child grabbing a toy.
"It's brother, right? Where are you now?" Lu Ming seemed to have had a premonition that the call was from the young marshal.
"I'm at Paramount. Come over quickly. We haven't finished talking last night," the young marshal said.
Lu Ming stood there in a daze holding the microphone. What's going on? Why didn't the committee call the young marshal over to talk?
Ordinarily, the young marshal should be with the commissioner now, so why did he go to Paramount? Although he likes dancing, it's not to this extent.
The saddle and horse work was tiring along the way, so it was really generous to come here for entertainment and entertainment just after a night.
Lu Ming heard the young marshal's urgent tone and didn't bother to ask any more questions. He quickly hung up the phone, went downstairs and drove straight to Paramount.
Arriving at Paramount, Lu Ming saw the young marshal's guards all around him on guard, and the atmosphere seemed a bit tense.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Lu Ming found the captain of the guard after getting off the car and asked.
"It's okay, everything is normal. The young marshal has booked the Paramount Ballroom this afternoon." The captain of the guard said with a smile.
"Oh, it's okay. You must be on guard to prevent accidents."
Lu Ming was relieved when he heard that nothing happened, but he still told the captain of the guard.
Knowing the relationship between Lu Ming and the young marshal, the captain of the guard immediately stood at attention and saluted Lu Ming with a military salute.
Lu Ming walked into the ballroom and saw the young marshal dancing with Miss Zhao Si on the dance floor, surrounded by his adjutants and entourage.
Seeing Lu Ming walk in, these people all smiled and came up to shake hands with him and greet him. A guard came over and handed him a glass of wine.
When the young marshal saw him coming in, he turned sideways, nodded, and continued dancing.
Lu Ming sat in his seat, drinking and watching the dancing young commander, and his heart was in a state of confusion.
Lu Ming couldn't understand why the young marshal was not with the committee member at the moment, but went to Paramount to dance. Could it be that he had not reached an agreement with the committee member and became a hand-off shopkeeper?
After the dance, the young marshal came over, took the wine handed by the entourage, and said with a smile: "Brother, why are you looking so sad? Is there anything unhappy? Just tell me and I will settle it for you."
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"Brother, please don't ask me about anything. Why didn't you go see the committee?" Lu Ming was as anxious as anything, but he didn't expect that the young marshal seemed to have nothing to do.
"He called me early in the morning and asked me to talk to him in the afternoon. Hum, I can go if he wants to see me? I don't have time." The young handsome man said with a huff.
"This...brother, isn't this bad? After all, he is also your eldest brother. If I ask you to go, you have to give me this face." Lu Ming didn't know what happened, so he had to ask.
"Brother, I originally wanted to go, otherwise why would I have rushed to Shanghai in such a hurry, but then I heard that you were scolded by him because of me. When I got angry, I didn't want to see him anymore." The young marshal raised his head.
Finished the glass of wine.
"Oh, don't mind my business. The committee member didn't scold me. He just asked me a few questions and said he wanted to talk to our brothers."
Lu Ming smiled, guessing that the appointment was due to an appointment with the young marshal but the appointment was not fulfilled, so he did not call him over again.
Alas, it is indeed not easy to be a member of this family. However, he deserves it. Why do he want to engage in such tricks? Do he think others are fools?
Lu Ming knew the young marshal's character very well, but it was not like he had such a good temper.
During the Republic of China, young marshals were people with the same status as Li Zongren, Yan Xishan and other big men. They could not be appointed and dismissed at the drop of a hat.
Lu Ming had an idea that he didn't say out loud. Maybe the young marshal deliberately found an excuse to criticize the commission. This was actually a gesture to ask for a price before the formal meeting.
This is also a kind of political wisdom. First, put your head in a thorny tone, which means that if the appointment is inappropriate, it is better not to say it, so as not to embarrass everyone.
Lu Ming had a vague feeling about it, but he didn't know if it was the case.
"If you should go see the commissioner, you should go see him. He must have something important to discuss with you," Lu Ming said.
"I know very well what he has in mind. If I can get him over with just one phone call, how can we talk about this matter? Let's stretch it out first. There's no need to worry." The young marshal said coolly.
The two sat down and talked, and Miss Zhao Si also sat next to the young marshal with a glass of wine.
"Oh, I understand, big brother, whether it is a blessing or a curse, you can't avoid it. You have to think about what to say to him." Lu Ming was extremely worried, feeling that the young marshal and the envoy were at odds with each other.
"I had a big argument with him on the phone this morning. He asked me to come over and I said I had something to do. He said that I was getting more and more ideas now and that he was no longer a big brother in my eyes. What were these words?"
The young marshal said angrily.
"What do you mean by this?" Lu Ming asked.
"What's the point? Of course it's because of the Communist Party. I have already negotiated with the Communist Party. We will wait for the right time to join forces to attack North China. He insists on me to fight against the Communist Party.
, you said that I have almost formed an alliance with others, and in turn opened fire on them, is this what humans do?" The young marshal's face changed color as he spoke.
Lu Ming thought of the instructions given to him by the headquarters, and then he understood what had changed.
The young marshal planned to form an alliance with the Red Army and march into North China. The committee got the news and ordered the young marshal to open fire on the Red Army. In this way, the young marshal and the Red Army turned against each other.
Lu Ming didn't know to what extent the young marshal had already discussed with the representatives of the Red Army, but at least the talks were going well. He already had the intention to form an alliance, and all he had to do was formulate a plan to march into North China.
"Han Qing, calm down." Miss Zhao Si held the young marshal's hand and said.
"How can I be calm? He asked me to destroy my promise. Only gangsters can do this kind of thing. People like me can't do it. Even people of my father's generation are just spitting and nailing.
As long as you say something, you must do it. If you don't trust someone, you can't stand. He asked me to be a villain just to destroy my personality." The young marshal said, becoming even more angry.
"Brother Lu, please advise your elder brother. If he becomes stubborn, he won't be able to pull back eight cows." Miss Zhao Si could only look at Lu Ming for help.
"Brother, don't get excited. How is it going in Xi'an now?" Lu Ming asked.
"It's okay. Brother Hucheng and I get along very well. Brother Hucheng is an honest man, very kind, and has the style of an older generation. I can trust him," the young marshal said.
After noticing that the Red Army was moving into the northwest, the commission transferred the young marshal and the Northeast Army to Xi'an to garrison and work with Yang Hucheng, the original general of the Northwest Army.
This move was of course intended to attack the Red Army, but it also gave the young marshal an opportunity to have close contact with the Red Army.
Just as he was talking, the dance music started playing again. The young marshal stood up and said with a smile: "I really want to dance today, why don't you also dance next?"
Lu Ming shook his head and smiled: "Forget it, you also know that I don't like dancing, and I'm not in the mood today."
"Then just watch me dance, and we'll talk later."
The young marshal said, taking Miss Zhao Si's hand and entering the dance floor to dance again.
The young marshal danced more than a dozen times in succession until he was sweating profusely, and then he gave up.
After sitting on the edge of the dance floor for a while, the young marshal took Miss Zhao Si, Lu Ming and a few guards to a large suite in the Paramount Hotel.
Lu Ming was sitting in the living room outside drinking tea. The young marshal went into the shower room to take a bath. Miss Zhao Si said hello to Lu Ming and went into the inner room to rest.
The young marshal finished his bath and came out in his bathrobe. Upon seeing this, several guards immediately evacuated the room.
"Brother, what did the old man talk to you about?"
The young marshal's tone seemed to have softened a bit, and he said while wiping his wet hair.
"We didn't talk about anything, but according to Deng Wenyi, he suspected that our two brothers were up to some big conspiracy behind the scenes." Lu Ming couldn't help laughing.
The young marshal sat down, thought for a while, seemed to be sorting out his thoughts, and suddenly said: "Brother, I really want to do a big thing, a big thing that will shock the world. Are you afraid that you may be implicated? If you are afraid, hurry up.
Cut off your ties with me."
"What do I have to be afraid of? But what do you want to do, brother? Every matter you have is a big deal." Lu Ming said with a smile.
"This time is different. This time it's a really big deal. I can't tell you yet, brother. It's not that I don't trust you, but it's best if you don't know about it beforehand, lest you get completely trapped and have no way out." The young marshal said seriously.
"I told you I'm not afraid. If you fall in, just fall in. We two brothers will advance and retreat together." Lu Ming rolled his eyes and said.
"Whether you are afraid or not is one thing, but if you participate in this matter, you will definitely be beheaded." The young marshal said solemnly.
"It's so serious, brother, you don't want to commit treason, do you?" Lu Ming said with some fear.
If the young marshal wants to commit treason, Lu Ming will definitely not agree. Other than that, there is nothing to fear.
"Treason? Why do you think so? I, Zhang Xueliang, am a Chinese by birth and a Chinese ghost by death. I will never be that kind of treacherous villain!" the young marshal shouted loudly.
"You have met with Soviet representatives several times. I thought you wanted to cross the border to the Soviet Union, then enter Outer Mongolia, join forces with the Soviet army, and fight the Japanese army. That would be considered treason." Lu Ming said seriously.
"How could it be? I can't do such a thing. Besides, even if I go through the Soviet Union, the Soviet government won't agree. How can we join forces with the Soviet army? It's impossible."
The young marshal categorically rejected Lu Ming's idea. Judging from the young marshal's expression when he spoke, Lu Ming knew that he had indeed guessed wrong.
"Brother just formed an alliance with the Red Army and went to fight the Japanese. Isn't this a serious crime of decapitation?" Lu Ming asked confused.
"You don't understand. The old man is just a stone in a pit, smelly and hard. He is determined to destroy the Red Army and the Communist Party. It's useless for me to say anything to him." The young marshal said a little discouraged.
"So eldest brother regretted it?" Lu Ming asked tentatively.
"Repent? How is that possible? Am I the kind of person who goes back on my word? But the old man is under too much pressure. Let's take it easy first." The young marshal sighed.
"What about your generals? What do they think? If they don't want to form an alliance with the Red Army, it's useless if you are the only one who thinks so." Lu Ming said with a smile.
"My old subordinates all listen to me. They all want to form an alliance with the Red Army. Only fools would actually fight against the Red Army. Think about it. The Red Army has fought in more than ten provinces, and the old guys in each province are more cunning than the last."
, who would seriously fight the Red Army? Wouldn’t that mean taking the lives of his brothers and working for him, Jiang?”
The young marshal picked up a glass of wine and took a long sip.
"But after all, he is the chairman of the committee and represents the military committee. How can you not obey his command?" Lu Ming said with a bitter smile.
"What's the point? Who doesn't know that the Nanjing Military Commission is his territory, but you can't just let people become cannon fodder based on this." The young marshal said disdainfully.