Chapter Fifteen Burning Cold Stove
Xiao Bailian left, once again with humiliation and fear. However, before leaving, the chubby girl made a somewhat rude gesture towards Yang Feng, which unexpectedly made Yang Feng look at her more favorably.
"Thanks!" Yang Feng put on a smiling face and said to the general, then pulled out a pack of soft-shelled Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket. He didn't smoke much, but occasionally he would have one, so there were often some in his pocket.
Zhong suddenly glanced at the bright red cigarette box, then pulled one out. Yang Feng very suavely flicked open his lighter and lit it for him with a flattering expression.
"You dare to pull out a gun in front of a Beijing restaurant? Do you know where this is?" the general said with a hint of a smile.
"It's getting serious! We've been forced into a corner. The Presidential Palace has to take action, and it must be now." Yang Feng said while handing out cigarettes to the other officers.
"You've got spirit!" The colonel patted him on the shoulder and said, "The song you sang that day was great, it's inspiring to listen to. Oh, and by the way, your cigarettes are good, and so is your lighter!"
At this moment, a black sedan stopped in front of the door, and a fat man with big ears got out. General Zhang hurriedly led people to greet him, and Yang Feng also took the Yang family into the restaurant.
"Third Brother Jie, you've made me spend money again!"
"It's an honor for Mr. Wei to come, what's a little wine and water!" Two people's voices came from behind.
"King Wei Zhou?" Yang Wenbin was taken aback upon hearing the voice.
"What's going on?" Yang Feng asked.
"Wang Shuhan, Wang Chengxiang, Zhang Xueliang's number one literary minister, the secretary-general of the Beiping campaign headquarters." Yang Wenbin said with a cold smile.
"Who is that commander?" Yang Feng continued to ask humbly.
"Jie San, in the Northwestern Army, there is a person named Jie San, it should be Tong Lin Ge, the deputy commander of the 29th Army." Yang Wenbin said after thinking for a moment.
Yang Feng was startled, and he really didn't know who Wang Chengxiang was, but Tong Lin Ge was different.Every time he studied history, there wasn't anyone who didn't know about Tong Lin Ge. Just thinking that he was smoking the same box of cigarettes as a national hero and two old men who were tightly controlled by their wives made Yang Feng feel a little excited.
No way, the Northwestern Army, this group of wandering ghosts and wild devils, shouldn't they be stuck in Chahar's desolate mountains and hills, wearing out their pants? How luxurious to come and go from Beijing restaurants!
"What can the Northwestern Army do by coming here? Looking for Chiang Kai-shek to ask for military pay, how can a poor and barren Chahar support an army of 600,000 to 700,000? Whether it's Old Chiang or Zhang Xueliang, they all have the idea of letting them fend for themselves and not humiliating themselves by begging everywhere, how can they make a living? Alas, thinking back to when Feng Yuxiang was at the height of his power, these people were so glorious, now they are like a tiger fallen into a plain!"
Yang Wenbin was moved there! However, a classic phrase emerged in Yang Feng's mind: burn the cold stove.
He remembered it very clearly, and later the 29th Army controlled Beiping. Although he wasn't quite clear which year it was, Beiping became someone else's territory in just a few years, this is absolutely true. So isn't this a great opportunity to invest now?
Besides, even if it's for the sake of Tong Lin Ge, Zhang Zizhong, Zhao Dengyu and other household names, giving them some help isn't a loss.
Now that the target was confirmed, Yang Feng naturally wouldn't hesitate. He had a meal with his family for a while, then went out to find Tong Lin's place where they were having dinner, and walked up to the guards with a smile.
Two guards were reluctant to light their soft Chinese cigarettes, each holding one behind their ear, so they looked at Yang Feng with an especially affectionate gaze; after Yang Feng gave them another one each, the gaze became even more affectionate.
"The superiors are discussing something inside and won't let you in." A guard said with a apologetic face while smoking, he certainly understood that Yang Feng wouldn't come here for no reason.
"No big deal, I just heard a lot about the prestige of our Northwestern Army, so I wanted to get to know you all." Yang Feng said with a puff of smoke.
"That's right, back in the days when Old General Feng was around, who were we Northwestern Army afraid of? We fought our way across the country and no one could beat us! What about the Central Yangzi Army, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, or the Northeastern Army? None of them were a match for us!" Upon hearing this, the two guards perked up.
Yang Feng thought, "Invincible in the world?" It's better to be stabbed by a knife and have no enemies in the world. In the end, he was stabbed by a knife.
Three people were talking, the room door opened, Tong Lin Ge and others walked out with courtesy, then looked at Yang Feng strangely, and sent Wang Shu Han away. However, Yang Feng glanced inside and found that several people's clothes were still in there, knowing they had to come back. He called a servant to tell the Yang family to wait for him for a while, then rudely went in and sat down himself.
"Little brother is indeed a straightforward person." Tong Lin Ge returned and couldn't help but smile when he saw Yang Feng sitting there, pouring himself a cup of wine and savoring it.
"My side has women and children, drinking is not enjoyable, today's mood is especially good, so I want to find a few people who can drink together, this meal counts as mine, don't know if you will give me face?" Yang Feng said generously.
"It's hard to refuse when someone treats you!" Tong Lin Ge said, pouring himself a cup and clinking it against Yang Feng's before they both downed their drinks in one gulp.
"Waiter, take away all the dishes and bring new ones. Also, settle the bill for room 17 and arrange a car to send them home. Tell them I'll be back later!" Yang Feng yelled at the waiter, then pulled out a gold bar and slammed it on the table, displaying his nouveau riche temperament.
Tong Lin Ge looked at Yang Feng with interest.
Yang Feng has a good capacity for liquor, it's hereditary, his whole family has a good capacity for liquor, although they don't drink much, but when they really drink, two catties is still not enough to knock them down.
As for Tong Lin's military veterans, they were also good at drinking, and with the annoyance in their hearts, several people got drunk to the point of dizziness.
After a few more drinks, they started talking more and gradually led to their purpose of coming to Beijing.
Yang Wenbin's guess was correct, these poor devils were indeed here to demand military pay, because they are now under the command of Zhang Xueliang and belong to the Northeast Army sequence, so it is said that the Beiping Headquarters provides military pay.
After losing the three eastern provinces, the Northeast Army itself was tight on military pay and had no interest in managing their lives and deaths. Except for the initial support given to the Northwestern Army when they entered Chahar, they were left to fend for themselves afterwards.
Chahar has a population of only two million, how can they support an army of 600,000 to 700,000? In desperation, they had no choice but to come to Zhang Xueliang's place time and again to ask for help, and it was natural that they would try to win over Zhang's trusted followers with hospitality.
It sounds quite bitter, and Yang Feng's face is full of sympathy as he listens.
"Yang brothers, don't be fooled, it's already deep winter now, but many of our brothers under us can't even wear warm clothes!" a military officer said with red eyes.
Cotton-padded jacket?
Yang Feng's eyes lit up.
(Seeking help from seniors, I'm close to falling off the new book charts, who can lend a helping hand?)
