Zhang Jinghui's words reminded everyone that it was time to get into the topic.
Zhou Weiguo smiled and stood up, "Prime Minister Zhang?"
"Are you?" Zhang Jinghui frowned. Although he had just teased Zhou Weiguo, he could clearly see the aura surrounding Zhou Weiguo. He was not an ordinary person. Moreover, if he were an ordinary person, the old gentleman would not let Zhou Weiguo stand in front of him.
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"I'm just a nobody." Zhou Weiguo said with a smile. In fact, convincing Zhang Jinghui in front of this old gentleman is also the old gentleman's inspection of his partner. If Zhou Weiguo cannot convince Zhang Jinghui, then their matter is equivalent to
If it is leaked, then Zhang Jinghui will not be able to get out alive today.
Not far away, Liu Zhihui was ready.
As long as Zhou Weiguo signals to him, he will take action to deal with the prime minister of the puppet Manchukuo. Speaking of which, the prime minister is not taken seriously by the Japanese and does not have many guards.
"If you are a nobody, I'm afraid there won't be a place for you here." Zhang Jinghui narrowed his eyes. He was a very accurate judge of people. He also took a fancy to Zhang Zuolin at first glance, and handed over his position as the leader of the security team, and then met with Zhang Zuolin.
Together they reached the position of warlord.
Zhou Weiguo raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Premier Zhang is right, but my name is really insignificant compared to Marshal Zhang."
Zhang Jinghui's face instantly darkened, "What do you mean?"
"Premier Zhang, do you still remember the cause of Marshal Zhang's death?" Zhou Weiguo smiled, of course, his tone was more serious. Marshal Zhang, also known as Zhang Zuolin, as the leader of the three eastern provinces, was finally... killed by a Japanese plane.
Zhang Jinghui's face became even more ugly. Although he was a fool, he still had real feelings for Zhang Zuolin. After Zhang Zuolin died, it was Zhang Jinghui who arranged the burial. At that time, others were afraid of the majesty of the Japanese and did not dare to raise the issue.
What suggestions.
"Speaking of which, the three eastern provinces are full of Marshal Zhang's hard work." Zhou Weiguo continued with a smile, "As the brother of Marshal Zhang, doesn't it feel a pity?"
Zhang Jinghui's face quickly returned to normal, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he had a general guess in his mind. At his age, he has seen a lot of people and eaten a lot of salt. The young man in front of him is probably a certain force.
People want to open the door to the three eastern provinces from him.
"It's a pity, of course it's a pity." Zhang Jinghui smiled. As the Prime Minister of the Puppet Manchukuo, I don't know how many people contacted him to ask him to cooperate as an internal response, but Zhang Jinghui didn't agree because he felt that no matter whether it was the National Army
Or the Eighth Route Army, at least for now, they are no match for the Japanese. Selling at a price has always been his strong point.
However, over the past year or so, the Japanese seemed to be going downhill, and he had more thoughts on his mind.
Zhou Weiguo nodded. He knew Zhang Jinghui's thoughts very well. Since he became successful, he has been in a high position. It is normal for such a person to be sold at a high price. "Since it is a pity, I don't know if Premier Zhang wants to avenge Dashuai Zhang."
What’s your idea?”
Saying these words, Zhou Weiguo got closer and closer to Zhang Jinghui, and then whispered in his ear, "If revenge is needed, I think our independent division can also provide help."
Independent division!
These three words hit Zhang Jinghui's heart.
If we say who is causing the Kwantung Army the biggest headache now, it is undoubtedly the Independent Division. Under their heavy defense, they managed to take down the defense line set up by the Japanese, which really surprised him.
He never expected that the young man in front of him was actually from the Independent Division, and that he actually hooked up with this old man. His eyes began to change, and he began to think about the pros and cons.
After Zhou Weiguo said that, he returned to his seat and began to slowly drink tea and wait. He knew that the words "independent division" would definitely shock Zhang Jinghui. As for whether Zhang Jinghui would agree, that depends on
How did Zhang Jinghui choose?
In fact, he did not think that this man was a heartless and unjust person. You must know that Zhang Zuolin's final burial was all arranged by him.
There were only him, Lian Lao and Zhang Jinghui at the scene, and basically no one else knew about their discussion.
Zhou Weiguo was also gambling.
Betting on a traitor's heart for redemption.
He had read some records that Zhang Jinghui was not very happy with the Japanese, but he only showed respect for them.
Zhang Jinghui calmly picked up the tea and started to drink it. While drinking, he thought about it. After a long while, he said, "I wonder how big a decision this little brother can make?"
Zhou Weiguo curled his lips, knowing that Zhang Jinghui was tempted, "Everyone from top to bottom of the independent division can decide on me alone."
Zhang Jinghui was surprised this time. In the independent division, there was only such a person like Zhou Weiguo. The person in front of him was Zhou Weiguo? Zhang Jinghui looked at the young man in front of him, looked up and down, and then he had to sigh, "Dragon and Phoenix among men."
Zhou Weiguo was surprised by Zhang Jinghui's reaction, "Premier Zhang, what do you think?"
"The Marshal has always been my brother to me." Zhang Jinghui smiled, then said seriously, "I also hate the Japanese very much about him, but there is a saying that the situation is stronger than the people, and now we are not as good as the Japanese
, there is no way to do things under the Japanese. If this little brother can give me one more choice, I will naturally be willing."
Zhou Weiguo nodded, "In that case, have we reached an intention to cooperate?"
"That's right." Zhang Jinghui nodded, "It's just that this little brother still refuses to say his name?"
"Zhou Weiguo." Since he had arranged to meet Zhang Jinghui here, Zhou Weiguo was naturally fully prepared. Since he dared to speak, he was not afraid of Zhang Jinghui's tricks.
"As expected." Zhang Jinghui stood up, "Young and promising, famous, and thunderous! But, what can I gain from this cooperation?"
Zhou Weiguo knew that the real drama was coming and it was impossible to write a blank check when asking for help. "Premier Zhang, what do you want?"
"At that time, can the land in the Northeast be returned to my nephew, Han Qing?" Zhang Jinghui narrowed his eyes. This idea of inheriting the father's inheritance from son to son can be said to have been passed down for thousands of years.
Zhou Weiguo frowned, "Han Qing" is the name of Zhang Xueliang, "Prime Minister Zhang has thrown me another difficult problem. The Northeast will be taken back by our independent division. After it is taken back, it will naturally be handed over to the government for management.
Moreover, China has been divided for decades and is in urgent need of a stable development environment. Premier Zhang, let’s change the conditions.”
Zhang Jinghui nodded, naturally knowing that the conditions just now were indeed a bit excessive. However, when negotiating a sale, one party asks for a price and the other party pays back. It is just a test. "First of all, you must ensure the personal safety of Zhang Jinghui."
Zhou Weiguo nodded, "This is natural."
"Secondly, if I take the Northeast back, I will need a house and millions of dollars to spend the rest of my life."
Zhou Weiguo continued to nod.
"Finally, I hope that Mr. Zhou can restore my nephew's freedom."