The small Western-style building where Chu Yupu lives has nearly 30 rooms.
The adjutant took Zhou Hexuan to a side room on the bottom floor and said, "Mr. Zhou, you will live here from now on. Without the commander's order, you are not allowed to enter or exit the door at will, and you are not allowed to enter the rooms above the second floor without permission."
"Thank you for informing me," Zhou Hexuan said in a serious tone, "May I ask your surname, brother?"
"My name is Chu Nanxiang." The adjutant was easy to talk to, but his face was cold and a bit unsmiling.
Zhou Hexuan knew that this person was also a relative of Chu Yupu just by his surname. It seemed that Marshal Chu was just like the rumors, he liked nepotism and did not trust outsiders at all.
Zhou Hexuan asked again: "Brother Chu, can I go out for a walk? I can't stay in the Marshal's house all the time."
"I don't know either. I'll ask you later," Chu Nanxiang said with a cold face, "I live on the second floor. If you need anything, you can ask the servant to come to me, but you are not allowed to wander around at will."
After saying that, Chu Nanxiang turned around and left without giving Zhou Hexuan another chance to talk.
After the adjutant disappeared, Zhou Hexuan began to look at his new residence. This room was obviously for servants. The furnishings in the room were simple. The only thing that was better than the courtyard house was that it actually had electric lights.
Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, Zhou Hexuan was still a little dizzy. He was inexplicably captured by a military leader as a foreign language secretary. It felt like he had had a ridiculous dream.
Chu Yupu embodies many of the shortcomings of the old-fashioned warlords: greed for money, tyranny, domineering, uneducated, short-sighted, and nepotistic... Such a person can actually become the governor of Zhili Province. It is a big joke in the world. Many ordinary people will suffer.
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Nothing happened all night.
Just after dawn the next morning, a servant knocked on the door and invited Zhou Hexuan to have breakfast.
The eating place was in a room on the bottom floor. Zhou Hexuan went there after washing up. Chu Nanxiang, Zhang Wukui, Shen Yaorong and others were already eating, and they were all close to Marshal Chu.
The dining table is very rich, with soy milk and fried dough sticks, as well as fried meat and pickles, and everyone here has different tastes.
Chu Nanxiang seemed to have gone to a military academy and was strict with himself. He sat upright and ate quickly but maintained his grace; Shen Yaorong took small bites of rice, showing the elegance of a scholar; Zhang Wukui ate the whole mountain and swallowed it continuously.
I ate several bowls of rice.
There is no butler in the Marshal's house yet, but there is another messenger named Jia He, who is also Chu Yupu's close follower.
After breakfast, Chu Nanxiang personally brought a set of military uniforms and said to Zhou Hexuan: "Put it on. The commander is going out for a visit today and is going to take you with him. There is no need to write the novel now."
This is a set of uniforms for Beiyang officers, all in dark blue, and comes with a pair of black riding boots. What surprised Zhou Hexuan was that there was a pistol covered under the military cap. He was not a military fan, and he could not recognize the model of the gun.
"No bullets?" Zhou Hexuan asked after searching for a long time.
"You don't need it." Chu Nanxiang's answer was simple.
"That's true." Zhou Hexuan chuckled and went back to the house to change clothes. This broken gun is just a decoration. Without bullets, it is not as useful as a brick.
At about nine o'clock in the morning, Chu Yupu was finally ready to set off. He waved to Zhou Hexuan and said, "Follow me. You may meet foreigners later. Don't embarrass me then!"
"Don't worry, Commander." Zhou Hexuan said, clasping his fists. He had already adapted to his status as a loser.
Shen Yaorong's face was full of jealousy. Zhou Hexuan was just a newcomer, but he followed the commander-in-chief step by step. However, he had been working for the commander-in-chief for five years, but he could only follow Chu Nanxiang and Zhou Hexuan.
"Set off!"
Zhang Wukui walked into the courtyard and shouted. Immediately, seven or eight soldiers ran over and the large iron gate in front slowly opened.
Chu Yupu was riding in a Ford sedan. He and his adjutant Chu Nanxiang sat in the back seat, while Zhou Hexuan sat in the passenger cab. As for the senior officer Shen Yaorong, he could only ride in a military truck with the top soldiers.
As soon as the motorcade drove out of the gate, Li Shoumin suddenly came out and shouted excitedly: "Brother Hexuan!"
Zhou Hexuan said quickly: "Commander, that's my friend."
Chu Yupu said impatiently: "Stop!"
Zhou Hexuan rolled down the window, and Li Shoumin bent over to the window and said with a guilty look on his face: "Yesterday, those soldiers rushed into the newspaper office and forced President Liu at gunpoint to inquire about your whereabouts. They said that Marshal Chu wanted to ask you to write a novel. I'm afraid they would open up.
I have no choice but to disclose your address. Fortunately, you are fine."
"It's okay, I'm the Marshal's foreign language secretary now. Thanks to Brother Shoumin, I got a good job." As Zhou Hexuan spoke, he kept blinking at Li Shoumin.
Li Shoumin immediately understood and said with a smile: "Then congratulations to Brother Hexuan for his bright future."
"Have you two finished talking? Get out of here now," Marshal Chu said impatiently, "Drive!"
The driver stepped on the accelerator hard and almost scratched Li Shoumin's face. Looking at the two cars driving away, Li Shoumin cursed in Sichuan dialect: "I'm going to kill you first, you're a bastard!"
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Tianjin during the Republic of China was definitely full of celebrities.
The Beiyang warlords have been engaged in melee warfare all year round, resulting in numerous civilian casualties. However, those warlord leaders who lost the battle often went out of the field and hid in the concessions in Tianjin as apartments, and still lived happily. The emperors and princes of the former Qing Dynasty, to the Republic of China
Presidents, prime ministers, warlords big and small, celebrities and writers, opera masters... everything is available in the small Tianjin Concession.
Chu Yupu's commander-in-chief's residence was also in the Tianjin Concession. Logically speaking, Chinese troops were not allowed in this place. Even if Chu Yupu occupied Tianjin, he only dared to bring in a dozen of his own escorts, and he was not allowed to shoot in the concession.
Otherwise, it will be subject to foreign interference.
After a short journey, the car stopped at Zhangyuan in the British Concession.
The Qiuba soldiers of the escort team first jumped out of the military vehicle and stood in a row holding their rifles. Master Shen Yaorong shouted at the top of his lungs: "The commander-in-chief is here, open the door quickly!"
An old man came out and said in a sharp voice: "Bold slave, this is the emperor's palace..."
"Your Majesty, what a fart!"
Marshal Chu walked over and kicked the big iron door fiercely, and said sternly: "How many years have passed since the Republic of China, and you still show me the emperor's pedigree? Tell Puyi that Chu Yupu is here to visit, and ask him to come out to pick him up as soon as possible!"
The soldiers were very cooperative, and they all raised their guns and aimed inside.
The old man looked stern and said inwardly: "This is the British Concession, the territory of the British Empire. Try firing a shot!"
Of course, Chu Yupu did not dare to shoot. He smiled and waved, "Put away the guns and go and dismantle the big iron gate for me."
"Yes!" The soldiers were eager to give it a try. The emperor lived inside, and they actually wanted to tear down the gate of the emperor's house today. They could brag about it for a lifetime.
Zhou Hexuan couldn't stop snickering, he was really convinced by this commander now.
"stop!"
At this moment, a thin man wearing glasses appeared with an angry expression on his face, accompanied by a blond and blue-eyed foreigner.
