Lu Xiaoman's praise made Chen Zikun feel ashamed, and he hurriedly said: "Mrs.
Wang, you are too generous."
"What's your name, Mrs.
Wang?
I haven't married him yet.
Just call me Xiaoman.
Come on, I'll treat you to a drink."
After saying that, Chen Zikun got up and walked towards the teahouse.
For a moment, Chen Zikun felt as if there was a light on his back. , looking back, he saw countless eyes mixed with jealousy and envy staring at him.
As soon as he sat down on the sofa, a group of young people in suits and leather shoes with oily hair and pink faces gathered around him.
Lu Xiaoman regarded them as nothing and said to himself: "It's so hot."
Immediately, someone took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and started fanning it vigorously.
Not to be outdone, the people next to him opened the folding fan to help Lu Xiaoman fan himself.
Someone even shouted loudly: "Witt, turn on the fan."
"What are you drinking?"
Lu Xiaoman asked after sitting down.
Without waiting for Chen Zikun to answer, he said, "Champagne.
To celebrate your study in the United States, I should open a bottle of champagne."
"Werther, bring me the champagne," someone shouted immediately.
"Chen Zikun, how about we be friends?
I don't have any friends who are military commanders yet."
Lu Xiaoman said with a chuckle.
A group of men immediately stared at Chen Zikun with envy to see how he would answer.
"Brother Shouqing is a military commander, isn't he?"
Chen Zikun glanced at Wang Geng, who was standing in the distance and smiled.
"He."
Lu Xiaoman glanced at him and said, "He is a civilian colonel sitting in the office of the Ministry of War, not a general who kills enemies on the battlefield."
As he said this, he took out a cigarette from the can on the coffee table and brought it to his lips. .
More than a dozen lighters were stretched out, and Lu Xiaoman casually chose the nearest one and lit it.
The man was extremely happy, and the other men looked at him with great envy.
Lu Xiaoman opened her red lips lightly, blew out a puff of smoke, and suddenly said something incredible: "Xiao Chen, I will make you the captain of my personal guard."
"Where do you start talking about this?"
Chen Zikun was extremely surprised and thought to himself that even if you were a princess from the Qing Dynasty, you couldn't make such a grand statement.
As if seeing Chen Zikun's doubts, Lu Xiaoman pointed at the people beside him and said with some disdain: "They are all my subjects."
Chen Zikun looked at the ingratiating faces behind Lu Xiaoman and suddenly understood.
He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and said, "Excuse me."
As soon as he stood up and left, a young man wearing glasses sat over impatiently, took out a piece of paper and said, "Xiaoman, I wrote a new poem for you, can I recite it to you?"
When Chen Zikun heard the very emotional poem recited from behind him: "Ah, my goddess, my soul", he suddenly felt horrified and his stomach juices were rolling.
He did not go to the bathroom, but walked to Wang Geng and said: "Celebrated Brother, those people around your lady are all your friends.”
Wang Geng said disapprovingly: "They are all Xiaoman's suitors."
"This" Chen Zikun was really dumbfounded this time.
There was such a generous man in the world who allowed his fiancée to attract bees and butterflies outside.
"Actually, they are very pathetic, aren't they?"
Wang Geng smiled handsomely, with a slightly proud look on his face.
Chen Zikun was speechless.
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He felt uncomfortable staying here any longer, so he found an excuse to leave early.
When he walked out of the gate of the Beijing Hotel, a car parked beside him, and several strange men and women got out of the car.
Entering happily, Chen Zikun seemed to see Yao Yilei and himself among them in a trance.
A chill came over me and the wind picked up.
In a blink of an eye, the day of departure came.
Before leaving, Chen Zikun went to Nanyuan Barracks to say goodbye to Wu Peifu, but was told that the marshal had led his troops back to Luoyang, leaving him only a letter and five hundred yuan.
The letter was written by Wu Peifu himself.
The tone was not like a boss to a subordinate, but like an elder to a junior.
He took the trouble to remind Chen Zikun to be careful on the road and to study hard when he arrived in the United States and win glory for the country.
Over the empty military camp, the five-color national flag fluttered in the wind, and the reveille and the shouts of the soldiers seemed to echo in his ears.
Chen Zikun couldn't help but feel strong and ambitious.
He put the letter in his arms and strode out of the Nanyuan Barracks.
Studying in the United States involves thousands of miles.
Chen Zikun chose the European route.
He first took a train from Beijing to Shanghai, then took a boat to Europe, and then transferred to a cruise ship to New York.
The journey was long and arduous.
Fortunately, he was accompanied by diplomat Gu Weijun, which saved a lot of trouble. .
On the day of departure, Bao Qing, Myolie, Li Junqing, Zhao Jiayong, Yu Deshun and other friends came to the train station to say goodbye.
The train whistle blew, steam filled the platform, and passengers dragging large and small luggage slowly came to the train station.
As we walked in the car, through the car window, travelers and relatives were farewelling each other, and the sadness of parting was beyond words.
Thanks to Gu Weijun, Chen Zikun was riding in a first-class carriage.
The people in the car were either foreigners or high-ranking government officials.
Baoqing and the others were so frightened that they did not dare to get on the train and kept standing on the platform to say goodbye to Chen Zikun. , The conductor blew the whistle and was about to start driving.
Chen Zikun cupped his hands and said goodbye to everyone: "Everyone, we will see you later."
Friends also returned the favor and sighed.
"You should write letters often."
Xing'er said with tears in her eyes, and stuffed a pack of boiled eggs into Chen Zikun's hand.
"I will definitely do it."
Chen Zikun nodded.
At this time, the train started slowly.
He jumped on the train, grabbed the handrail and waved to everyone.
Seeing the train disappearing in the distance, Xing'er burst into tears.
Baoqing felt quite uncomfortable and muttered: "I've been away for several years, I can't bear it."
In the first-class carriage of the Beijing-Tianjin Express, Gu Weijun was sitting on the window seat browsing an American magazine.
When he saw Chen Zikun coming back with red eyes, he asked: "Xiao Chen, you are from Beijing and have many relatives."
Chen Zikun said: "I am an orphan.
These are the friends I made when I first came to Beijing.
They are friends in need."
"Orphan" Gu Weijun closed the magazine and became interested, "Then how did you get into St.
John's?"
So Chen Zikun briefly introduced his magical experience, of course hiding some ulterior things.
Gu Weijun sighed at the twists and turns and also talked about his own experience.
It turned out that the diplomat's experience was not at all simpler than Chen Zikun's.
Especially his romantic story with Tang Baoyue, the daughter of former Prime Minister Tang Shaoyi, is like a fairy tale.
After talking back and forth, Chen Zikun mentioned Wang Geng of the Ministry of War.
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Gu Weijun said: "If you don't tell me, I would have forgotten that Xiao Wang is indeed a talent, but he is a publicly funded student studying in the United States.
He went to the University of Michigan first, then transferred to Columbia after one year, and then transferred to Princeton in the third year.
I got a degree in literature from a university that specializes in science and engineering, and then studied at West Point for a while.
After returning home, I directly entered the Army Department and was awarded the rank of colonel.
Alas, it's not a good thing for young people to go too smoothly. " Such a dazzling resume, but there was a faint feeling of regret when it came out of Gu Weijun's mouth.
Chen Zikun was a little puzzled, but he didn't talk about the person's merits behind his back, so he stopped the topic.
After the Beijing-Tianjin Express arrived at Tianjin Railway Station, it transferred to the Jinpu Line Blue Steel Express.
This line is a railway line from Tianjin to Nanjing Pukou, running through half of China.
The carriages are imported from the United States and painted with blue paint on the outside.
Shining new in the sun, luxurious and modern.
Gu Weijun and Chen Zikun were still riding in the first-class sleeper car.
They were speechless all night.
The next day they arrived at Pukou on the north bank of the Yangtze River.
The vast Yangtze River lay in front of them.
Large reeds on the riverside were dancing in the wind.
White sails were dotted on the river.
The ancient city wall of Nanjing was vaguely visible in the distance. , Chen Zikun couldn't help feeling that China is so big.
He took the express train for a day and a night, but he only got from Beijing to Nanjing.
Crossing the river by boat and then transferring to the Shanghai-Nanjing line, Gu Weijun brought a lot of luggage, including seven or eight large and small suitcases.
Chen Zikun also had a lot of things, four wicker boxes filled to the brim.
At this moment, he deeply realized that it was good to be at home for a thousand days.
It's hard to go out for a while, even if you're a homeless person.
It's really inconvenient to drag your family with you and carry so much luggage.
Fortunately, Gu Weijun and his two entourages were busy taking care of everything.
The luggage was carried by coolies without them having to lift a finger.
Even so, the fatigue of traveling and traveling was miserable.
After trekking hundreds of miles, we finally arrived at Shanghai Railway Station.
At this time, Beijing was already bleak in the autumn wind, but Shanghai was still bright and sunny in spring.
Hearing the noisy Shanghai dialect on the platform, Chen Zikun couldn't help but feel inexplicable.
Shanghai, I'm back again.
After getting out of the car, Gu Weijun said: "Xiao Chen, the ship to France won't leave for a few days.
If you haven't made any arrangements, there should be an empty guest room at my friend's house."
Chen Zikun was about to agree when he suddenly saw a familiar face standing not far away, so he said: "No trouble, Mr.
Gu, a brother is here to pick me up."
"Okay, let's get in touch again."
Gu Weijun left with his servant.
Chen Zikun stood there, smiling and looking at Li Yaoting who was standing outside the iron gate.
After more than a year, the gangster who used to pick up cigarette butts in the Zhengyangmen East Station Square in Beijing has completely changed.
The top hat, suit, shiny yellow leather shoes, and the cigar in his mouth all reflect his temperament as a Shanghai nouveau riche.
"Xiao Shunzi, you are pretty good at it."
Chen Zikun stepped forward and gave him a fierce bear hug, which made Li Yaoting grin.
"Da Kunzi, why are you calling me by my nickname again?
It's not good for the brothers to hear me. " Only then did Chen Zikun notice that there were four guys standing behind Li Yaoting, wearing caps and crappy suits.
At first glance, they looked like gangsters.
"Hey, there are still people under my command."
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Chen Zikun took a step back and looked at Li Yaoting again.
Li Yaoting waved his hand: "Help me carry my luggage."
The four thugs immediately stepped forward to pick up the wicker box, and Li Yaoting took the leather bag from Chen Zikun's hand.
"What's wrong with your fingers?"
Chen Zikun saw a gold hoop on his left little finger.
"It's okay, I cut it myself."
Li Yaoting said calmly.
After leaving the train station and loading the luggage into the trunk of the car, Li Yaoting opened the door and asked Chen Zikun to get in.
He told the driver: "Go back to the mansion."
Cars were speeding on the familiar road, the red-headed Asan directing the traffic, the rickshaws shuttling back and forth, and the endless Western-style buildings.
Everything was so familiar.
Chen Zikun was full of new ideas and suddenly asked: "Do you know where Jian Bing is?"
Li Yaoting said: "You will know in a moment."
Thinking of the letter with beautiful handwriting and his promise to Jian Bing to return in three months, Chen Zikun felt faintly uncomfortable.
The mansion is located on Xiafei Road in the French Concession.
It is a unique small Western-style building with barbed wire on the wall and a wolf dog inside the large iron gate.
When the car horn was heard, the iron gate slowly opened and the car drove into the courtyard and circled around the fountain.
The circle stopped at the door, and Chen Zikun got off the car and entered.
The living room was decorated magnificently, like a palace.
Suddenly hearing the sound of rushing footsteps, Jian Bing rushed down from the upstairs.
When he saw Chen Zikun, he suddenly stopped, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and cried.
Chen Zikun was a little hesitant.
Jian Bing actually lived in Li Mansion.
Could it be said that the two of them really "Sister-in-law, I brought him back to you.
It's up to you how to punish him."
Li Yaoting said with a smile.
Chen Zikun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, turned back and pointed at Li Yaoting and said with a smile, "You can do it, Xiao Shunzi."
Then he stepped forward and hugged the crying Jian Bing.
"I didn't see anything.
Everyone was avoiding it.
Be careful of needle eyes."
Li Yaoting laughed happily and waved away the servants, old ladies and bodyguards in the living room.
No one noticed that there was bitterness in his smile
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