"Hahaha…"
"Good!"
Zhang Xuecheng, who received the telegram, looked at it a few times and suddenly laughed out loud. His face was filled with joy.
He walked out of the room and carefully looked at it a few times under the moonlight to confirm that it was real.
Only then did Zhang Xuecheng put away his joy. He instructed Han Hu, who was standing at the side and quietly waiting for his orders,"Take me to the telegram room. I want to negotiate with Old Jiang.”
"Yes, sir! Young Marshal!" Han Hu responded and immediately led the way to the telegram room not far from the marshal's residence.
Soon, under Han Hu's lead, Zhang Xuecheng walked into the telegram room. He waved at the telegram staff who was about to salute him and ordered,""No need to be so polite. Listen to what I have to say and send it to Jinling.”
"Yes, sir! Young Marshal!"
" Yes," the telegram staff replied. He listened to Zhang Xuecheng's words and sent the message to Jinling.
Not long after, He Yingqing, who was in the Jinling Telegram Room, received a reply from Fengtian.
Seeing the contents of the reply, his expression was uncertain. He did not dare to make a decision on his own. He immediately walked back to where Old Jiang was and interrupted Old Jiang, who was writing in his diary. His expression was ugly as he said,
"Chairman, Zhang Xuecheng doesn't want to send troops into the pass. He said that Fengtian's finances are weak and they can't afford to send troops into the pass.”
Old Jiang, who had been interrupted by He Yingqing, was about to reprimand him and tell him not to be rash in the future. It was very immoral to interrupt other people's thoughts.
However, when he heard this, his expression immediately changed. He frowned and said,"F * ck, didn't Zhang Xuecheng just sell the Guandong Province a few months ago? Where did the 60 million yuan go?”
"Zhang Xuecheng's Northeast, what can he spend 60 million yuan on?”
Old Jiang slammed the fountain pen on the table with his right hand and questioned He Yingqing angrily,"Tell me, I'll let you, He Yingqing, tell me, what can spend 60 million yuan in a few months?”
He Yingqing rolled his eyes at Old Jiang's question. He was speechless and stood rooted to the ground. His heart was filled with frustration!
He, He Yingqing, was really wronged. Why was he the one explaining Zhang Xuecheng's words?
Seeing He Yingqing standing there in a daze, Old Jiang suddenly flew into a rage. He slammed the table and scolded,
"Bastard, nonsense. This matter is simply child's play. It's simply the biggest joke in the world. Zhang Xuecheng is full of lies. He doesn't want to send troops because he wants benefits.”
"This is the act of bandits, this is the act of despising us, this is the style of warlords.”
Old Jiang was furious. His voice was so loud that even Madam Jiang was woken up from her sleep. She walked into the room and looked at Old Jiang."Darling, what made you so angry? Is there a problem with the frontline troops?”
"Madam!" He Yingqing saw Madam Jiang enter the room and quickly greeted her.
"Yes! Minister He!" Seeing that He Yingqing, the military and political minister, greeted her, Madam Jiang nodded as a return.
"Aiya! Why is Madam here? But I was too loud just now and woke Madam up.”
When Old Jiang saw his wife come in, he quickly held her hand and sat on the sofa, asking apologetically.
"I woke up when I heard you guys talking.”Madame Jiang smiled gently and explained softly.
Madam Jiang looked at Old Jiang, who was obviously relieved, and asked in confusion,"Just now, when I heard Da Ling and Minister He talking, I seemed to have heard you mention the northeast. Is the matter you are discussing this time related to the Fengtian Young Marshal Zhang Xuecheng?”
"Sigh!"
Old Jiang sighed and explained,""Madam is right. The matter we were discussing just now was about the Fengtian Young Marshal, Zhang Xuecheng.”
"Oh!"
"Da Ling, can you tell me in detail what happened just now? I want to know how Zhang Xuecheng, the Young Marshal of Fengtian, made you so angry?”
Madam Jiang smiled. She was obviously very interested in this matter.
Seeing that his wife was interested in this matter, Old Jiang did not hide anything and immediately told her everything that had happened. He Yingqing stood at the side and added a few words from time to time. Soon, Madam Jiang knew everything.
Madame Jiang, who understood everything, looked at Old Jiang and smiled at him."I see. That new Fengtian Marshal really wants benefits, that's why he's willing to send troops into the pass to help you.”
Madam Jiang looked at Old Jiang and smiled bitterly." Darling, when the army is deployed, it is to pay for the military expenses. You want people to help you, but you don't want to pay. No wonder others are unwilling to send troops.”
"Madam, it's not that I don't want to pay, but the troops at the front line are spending money like water. The national team's finances are in a huge gap now, and we don't have much money left!”
Old Jiang sighed, his expression ugly.
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