"The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been serialized to the point where Guo Jing worships Hong Qigong as his disciple, and his powerful Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms have made readers hooked. At the same time, the novel's author Huang Yong was forcibly hired by Marshal Chu to be a foreign language secretary
The story slowly spread in Tianjin city and became a ridiculous story that people talked about.
These days, Zhou Hexuan occasionally goes to work in the Supervisory Office. However, his identity is not a government civil servant, but Chu Yupu's adjutant secretary, and he also has the rank of warrant officer (waiting for foreign officers, the brochure is bare).
Most of the time, Zhou Hexuan still stayed in the Marshal's Mansion writing novels, and Chu Yupu would let people read and listen to them when he was interested.
Two record secretaries were also invited, one named Xue Huairen and the other Meng Zhang. They used to be newspaper editors. Recently, several newspapers in Tianjin have been closed down. These people are worried that they have no way to make money.
Every day Zhou Hexuan brewed a pot of hot tea, smoked a cigarette and dictated novels. The two secretaries took turns taking notes. They paid 30 cents for every thousand words, and they had to write at least 30,000 words a day. Evenly divided into their hands, they also got 4 and a half yuan.
Daily salary is already considered a very high income.
"The two were sitting down and chatting when they suddenly heard a rustling sound in the grass in the distance. Zhou Botong exclaimed: There is a snake!" Zhou Hexuan took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued, "As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strange sound.
When the fight started, it seemed that a group of snakes were approaching. Zhou Botong's expression changed drastically and he ran back into the cave. Even though his martial arts had reached a state of perfection, when he heard the sound of such snakes and insects swimming, he was scared to death...
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"Mr. Zhou, please slow down! I can't copy it," Xue Huairen said in a hurry.
Zhou Hexuan had no choice but to slow down his speech, narrated for a while and said, "Okay, that's it for today. I have to go out in the afternoon, so you don't need to come."
The two secretaries stood up and left quickly, with a very respectful attitude. Firstly, it was because of Zhou Hexuan's status as a marshal's adjutant, and secondly, they were really impressed by Zhou Hexuan's literary talent.
During lunch, Zhou Hexuan found that Chu Nanxiang, Master Shen, Zhang Wukui and others were not there. There were only the herald Jia He and the butler Wang Dafu at the dinner table. He couldn't help but ask: "We don't have to work this weekend, and the commander is not at home?"
Jia He is the second aunt's cousin. Apart from knowing a few words, he has no real skills. He said: "I went out early in the morning. It seemed that some school had opened."
The school mentioned by Jia He was a primary school. In order to please Chu Yupu, Du Xiaoshan, a "great philanthropist" in the local area, not only actively raised military expenses for him, but also renamed a primary school in Tianjin Yunshan Primary School (Chu Yupu's courtesy name is Yunshan).
This flattery is so loud, no wonder Marshal Chu and Du Xiaoshan became sworn brothers.
After lunch, Zhou Hexuan threw down his rice bowl and prepared to go out. Today, the French consul's wife was going to hold a salon, and he received the invitation very early.
Just as Zhou Hexuan called Li Shuanzhu over, his second concubine, third concubine and fourth concubine also came downstairs, followed by a group of servants, who seemed to be going to the department store in the concession together.
The second aunt said angrily: "Since a vixen has lived in this house, I can smell the filthy smell wherever I go. I don't want to stay there for a moment anymore."
"Isn't it? That vixen can also please people and make the handsome man dizzy." The third aunt sneered.
The target of these two women's insinuations and ridicules was naturally the fifth aunt Tai Xiaoqing whom Chu Yupu had just married. It was normal for them to be jealous.
The fourth aunt was a former college student. She advised: "Second sister, third sister, please stop saying a few words. The commander-in-chief will definitely not be happy after hearing this."
The second aunt sneered and said: "Tch, I have been with the commander for more than ten years, how can I be afraid of that little prodigal? I have to give her some advice someday, so that she knows who has the final say in this family!"
The third aunt leaned over and murmured in a low voice, seeming to be discussing strategies, and soon she and the second aunt burst into laughter.
Zhou Hexuan had already walked into the yard. When he looked back, he saw Xiaoqing, the fifth concubine, hiding behind the window upstairs, secretly watching the situation below. The two looked at each other from a distance. Zhou Hexuan was fine, but the fifth concubine was red.
He closed the curtains with a smile.
"Jingle Bell!"
Zhou Hexuan rang the bicycle bell, and the iron gate of the Marshal's Mansion immediately opened. Li Shuanzhu chased after him and shouted: "Mr. Zhou, ride slower, I can't catch up!"
"Sit in the back and I'll take you." Zhou Hexuan parked on the roadside at the door, and Li Shuanzhu immediately accelerated and jumped into the back seat.
This bicycle belongs to the Marshal's house, and no one in the house knows how to ride it. Zhou Hexuan has the mentality of using waste, so this bike becomes his exclusive ride.
As for the watch he had pawned when he first crossed over, he had already redeemed it. Seeing a big-headed soldier following behind him, the pawnshop owner didn't even dare to collect the interest from the pawn, so he was so frightened that he returned it at the original price.
The buildings in the Tianjin Concession belong to the style of all nations, which Zhou Hexuan experienced in later generations. Unfortunately, although the scenery is beautiful, it does not belong to the Chinese. It is the world of foreign devils.
Li Shuanzhu hugged Zhou Hexuan's waist with great fear. He always felt that the two-wheeled bicycle was unreliable and seemed to fall down at any time. After riding for a while, he relaxed and asked curiously: "Mr. Zhou, that foreigner kills the dragon."
What is it? Where can I find a dragon to kill?"
"Hahaha," Zhou Hexuan was amused by him and said, "Salon is the French word SaLon. Parisian ladies and ladies often turn their living rooms into social places, inviting some dramatists, novelists, poets, musicians,
Painters, politicians... everyone drank tea, listened to music, and chatted freely."
"Isn't it just lagua (a nagging Shandong dialect version), why are you talking about killing a dragon," Li Shuanzhu said sarcastically, "Foreign women just don't follow the rules of women. She invites so many men to her home in broad daylight, so she might want to do something.
Woolen cloth."
Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "What you said is very insightful."
Li Shuanzhu was very impressed by the compliment and said without shame: "That's right, the commander-in-chief often praises me for my cleverness."
The two chatted all the way and soon arrived at the French consul's official residence. Before they had time to enter, they saw a car coming from the opposite direction. Puyi in a suit and ties was the first to show up, followed by Wanrong in a pleated dress.
get off.
Puyi walked several steps in a row before suddenly remembering something. He put his left hand on his waist and stopped to wait.
Wanrong walked quickly to catch up, held up her black lace lady's hat, put one hand into Puyi's arm, and held up the skirt with the other hand. The two of them turned into a loving couple.
Haha, the emperor and queen are here too.
Puyi turned to look at Zhou Hexuan, as if he had no impression of a small person like him. Li Shuanzhu was also wearing casual clothes today and only brought a pistol when he went out. Puyi didn't even know that they were Marshal Chu's people.
