After dinner, Chen Zikun left Lin Zhai and headed to Ziguang Depot.
The moment he left the house, he saw a dark shadow flashing at the entrance of the alley.
He was alert and told Lin Wenjing not to go out to see him off.
He put his right hand into his arms and opened his big eyes. hammer.
I walked over and saw several cigarette butts on the ground.
It was obvious that someone had been watching here for a long time.
I suspected that they were Yang Yuting's men.
I couldn't help but feel angry.
I looked around.
There were few people on the street in the evening.
A man in a suit walked away in a hurry. .
Chen Zikun caught up quickly, tripped up his feet, knocked the man to the ground, put the pistol to his head, and asked sternly: "Who sent you here?"
Unexpectedly, the man knocked his head on the ground and fainted.
He turned over and found a library card from the Peking University Library.
His name was Han Letian.
Knowing that he had misunderstood the other party, Chen Zikun called a rickshaw, gave the driver a dollar, and asked him to take Han Letian to Peking University, while he strolled all the way to Ziguang Depot.
The car factory was still the same as before.
When Chen Zikun arrived, Baoqing's family was having dinner.
A boy was born in the family, nicknamed Da Shuan.
He was dark and strong and very happy.
The whole family was very happy about Chen Zikun's arrival.
Myolie took the bowls and chopsticks and invited him to eat together.
The food was very simple, including stick noodles, porridge, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables.
Da Shuan also held a steamed bun and ate it, which made Chen Zikun feel distressed.
Bao Qing said that the business has been deteriorating in the past few years, and the situation has become worse as time goes by.
The foreign cars are old and obsolete, and new ones cannot be bought, so they have to reduce the scale.
The rickshaw driver can’t make much money even if he runs the business for a day, so it’s good to be able to make ends meet. .
Myolie also sighed.
She looked a lot older now that she was a mother.
Chen Zikun said you don't have to worry.
Guo'er is now the colonel of the National Revolutionary Army.
When he comes to Beijing, your life will get better.
Baoqing and Xing'er looked at each other, beaming with joy, and kept asking about Guo'er, asking him if he was married, whether he had gained weight or lost weight, and even asked Chen Zikun to write a letter to Guo'er beforehand.
"My mother is sick from missing him.
If this heartless person doesn't come back, she won't be able to see her again."
Myolie said, wiping her tears.
Before leaving, Chen Zikun left a hundred yuan to buy medicine for his godmother and took another ten yuan as a meeting gift for his eldest nephew.
Baoqing and his wife accepted it after refusing for a long time.
Early the next morning, just after seven o'clock, there was a knock on the door of Lin's house.
Uncle Zhang thought it was Chen Zikun and hurriedly opened the door, but he didn't know that standing outside the door was a man with a bandage on his head.
"I'm looking for Miss Lin, please let me know."
Han Letian said.
"Who are you?
What are you doing here so early in the morning to find someone else's girl?"
Uncle Zhang scolded him condescendingly.
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Lin Wenjing heard the commotion and came out.
When she saw it was Han Letian, she hurriedly invited him in: "Han Letian, what's the matter with coming so early?
What's wrong with your head?"
Han Letian said: "It's okay, I fell a little.
Didn't we make an appointment to go to the library today?
You forgot?"
Lin Wenjing said: "Oh, isn't that something in the afternoon?
Besides, I have something to do today, so I might not be able to go."
Han Letian's face looked a little ugly.
He looked around and refused to leave.
At eight o'clock, two cars came to the door of Lin's house.
A handsome man in a windbreaker jumped out of the car, with a fluttering beard and a smile on his face.
Bo's smile blossomed: "Mr.
Chen, you are here, please come in quickly."
Chen Zikun looked at his watch and said, "I'm not going in.
Tell Miss Lin that I'm here."
The car honked the horn a few times, and Lin Wenjing and her brother, who had already changed into new clothes, walked out, followed by a man with a bloody bandage on his head.
"This is Han Letian, a classmate of Peking University.
You should have heard of this Chen Zikun."
Lin Wenjing introduced them to them.
Han Letian, neither humble nor arrogant, stretched out his hand: "General Chen, I have long admired you."
Chen Zikun shook hands with him and said: "Hello, I wonder if Mr.
Han is free, why don't you come with us to visit Xiangshan."
Han Letian subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he saw Lin Wenjing, his words changed again: "Okay, I'm free."
As a result, one more passenger was temporarily added, but Han Letian could only ride in one car with the guards sent by Zhang Xueliang.
Both cars had yellow plates from An Guojun.
The patrols and military policemen along the way all stood at attention and saluted when they saw them, and drove all the way to Zhang Xueliang is already waiting here at the Xiangshan Hotel Golf Course.
Chen Zikun was greatly surprised.
In his impression, Zhang Xueliang always liked to be late.
It was really rare that he was so early today.
As if he guessed what Chen Zikun was thinking, Zhang Xueliang said with a smile: "I stayed here last night, so I got up early, so I'll introduce it to you."
He turned to look at the two young women in dresses behind him and said, "Zhu Miss, Miss Zhao.”
Then he pointed at Chen Zikun and said: "This is the famous Chen Zikun.
Haven't you been clamoring to see him?
Today I have invited a living person for you."
The two women stepped forward to shake hands with Chen Zikun and introduced themselves.
The older one was Zhu Meijun, the fifth daughter of former Prime Minister Zhu Qiqian's family.
The younger one was called Zhao Yidi, who also came from a famous family.
His father was Zhao Qinghua.
He served as Deputy Minister of Transportation of the Beiyang Government and was acquainted with Chen Zikun's father-in-law, Yao Qizhen.
Zhang Xueliang looked at Lin Wenjing and said with a smile on his face: "Brother Kunwu, please introduce your girlfriend."
Lin Wenjing took the initiative and said: "Hello, General Zhang, Lin Wenjing, a third-year student in the Chinese Department of Peking University, this is my younger brother Wenlong."
Chen Zikun added: "Miss Lin's uncle is Mr.
Lin Changmin of the Foreign Affairs Committee."
Zhang Xueliang was in awe and shook hands with Lin Wenjing.
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Miss Zhao Si and Miss Zhu Wu also shook hands with Lin Wenjing and exchanged greetings.
Zhao Yidi said: "Which one is the elder sister, Miss Lin or Lin Huiyin?"
Lin Wenjing said: "I am slightly older than Huiyin."
Zhang Xueliang secretly gave Chen Zikun a thumbs up, praising the quality of the girlfriend he found.
Not to mention that he came from a famous family, she was also a student of Peking University and Lin Huiyin's cousin, so she was really good at it.
As for Han Letian, who had a bandage on his head, he was ignored.
Everyone thought he was Chen Zikun's follower.
It is said that it is a golf game, but it is actually a social activity.
Zhang Xueliang is wearing a peaked cap, casual clothes and soft-soled shoes.
He looks very professional, but his golf skills cannot be complimented.
Instead, it is Chen Zikun who touches a club for the first time and shoots an eagle. ball.
"Victor, how did you do that in such an unprofessional manner that you hit the eage ball instead?"
Zhang Xueliang held the club and called Chen Zikun by his English name.
"Isn't playing golf just about getting into the hole?
Different paths lead to the same destination.
Don't worry about whether my posture is right or not, as long as I can get into the hole."
Chen Zikun shrugged and swung again.
The golf ball flew into the air, and a piece of turf on the ground was also lifted up.
Zhang Xueliang chuckled: "Miss Lin is not bad, a hero and a beauty, a perfect match.
If you have any suitable classmates, please introduce one or two to me."
Chen Zikun said disdainfully: "Don't you already have Zhao Si and Zhu Wu?
How come it's not enough?"
Zhang Xueliang said: "You have wronged me.
Miss Zhu Wu and I are family friends, and we have never even joked.
Miss Zhao Si, on the other hand, has been in love with me for a long time.
We brothers, I won't hide it from you.
Want to marry her."
Chen Zikun said: "Miss Zhao Si looks in her prime, but she doesn't know how old she is."
Zhang Xueliang said: "A second year student in the Republic of China."
"You are only sixteen years old.
You are still in middle school and acting like a spoiled child in your mother's arms.
Han Qing, you are so cruel."
Chen Zikun said angrily, thinking of Tang Ying in his heart.
Speaking of which, Miss Tang is two years older than Miss Zhao Si.
At the age of 10, I couldn't bear to eat it.
I hate that Xiao Liuzi was so ungrateful that such a young girl could eat it.
Zhang Xueliang said with a smile: "Time waits for no one.
This Miss Lin looks like a young child.
Brother Kun, I would like to advise you, you have to break the flowers when they are blooming.
Don't wait until there are no flowers."
Chen Zikun said: "Speaking of this, Han Qing, you are quite knowledgeable.
To be honest, how many women have you slept with?"
Zhang Xueliang said: "It's embarrassing to say that I haven't killed more than a hundred people so far."
Chen Zikun was stunned.
In the distance, women gathered together and talked.
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"Look, Han Qing and General Chen are so focused on what they are discussing."
"Of course it's a military and national matter.
They men never forget to talk about this when we are together."
During a visit to Xiangshan, Han Letian suffered another major blow.
He finally gave up.
His position in Lin Wenjing's heart would never be as good as that of Chen Zikun, but the seeds of hatred were also deeply planted.
"One day, I will knock down all you warlords."
Han Letian, whose self-esteem was hurt, wrote furiously in the dormitory room of the Dongwenchang Hutong student apartment, and wrote a long poem to express his emotions.
Unfortunately, nothing was written.
People can read it, let alone newspapers and magazines to publish it.
You can only appreciate it yourself and then throw it into the trash.
Zhang Zuolin expressed his willingness to accept the peace talks in the south and led his troops out of the customs.
Chen Zikun successfully completed the task and secretly left the capital and returned to Nanjing to report to Chiang Kai-shek.
Chiang Kai-shek praised him highly and promised to allocate one million to help Jiangdong Province build a railway.
However, there was no sign of peace talks in the north, presumably because Zhang Zuolin was still hesitant.
In early April, Chiang Kai-shek swore in Xuzhou and launched the second Northern Expedition.
The North-South War started again, and Chen Qilin's regiment, as the sharp knife force of the First Army, bore the brunt.
The Northwest Army's Shanxi-Sui Army and Guangxi Army launched a final battle to Beiyang.
Chen Zikun's Jiangdong Army also sent out its strongest lineup.
Elite soldiers from a brigade of the Lianghe Division participated in the Northern Expedition.
When the general attack order was given, all the troops moved forward bravely.
Zhang Zongchang's Zhilu Army collapsed at the first touch.
Sun Chuanfang's troops had no intention of fighting and retreated steadily.
They withdrew from Jinan at the end of April.
Shunde, Daming, Pingshan, Shijiazhuang and other places were also successively captured by the National Revolutionary Army.
The Anguo Army failed in the battles on the Jinpu and Jinghan fronts and had to shrink the front line and retreat to the Baoding and Cangzhou front lines.
Just as the Northern Expedition was gaining momentum, Japan brazenly sent troops and stationed in Jinan under the pretext of protecting overseas Chinese.
They provoked conflicts, killed and injured thousands of Chinese soldiers and civilians, disarmed part of the Northern Expeditionary Army, and brutally killed dozens of diplomats from the Negotiation Office.
Japanese warships gathered in Qingdao. , making a gesture of intervention.
The Northern Expedition, which was about to be victorious, was forced to come to a halt
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