Inside the hall, Yan Zhiguo stood with a spear in his hand, acting like a tyrannical scion of an aristocratic family.
Li Fengming kept trying to smooth things over, afraid that the young marshal would be careless and cause an accident.
Zhang Sixiu was the calmest. It was unknown if he was certain that the young man would not dare to shoot or if he was really not afraid of life and death.
When Yan Zhiguo saw this scene, his eyes were rarely flustered. Zhang Sixiu was delighted and gave the young man a way out.
"Young Marshal, let's not lose our manners in front of a beauty."
As expected, Yan Zhiguo glanced at the pitiful dancer on the ground and was slightly moved.
Li Fengming struck while the iron was hot and quickly went forward to grab the young man's wrist.
Yan Zhiguo snorted and slowly lowered his arm.
The two old foxes looked at each other and smiled. A hint of imperceptible joy flashed in each other's eyes.
Yan Zhiguo sat down again and lowered his head to drink. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up in a strange arc.
In the end, the young man was still young and scheming. He immediately beamed with joy and almost called the two brothers. This made Zhang Sixiu and Li Fengming feel even more at ease.
After the banquet ended, the two of them sent the young marshal out of the Gentleman's House and dismissed their subordinates before they discussed the matter.
Zhang Sixiu poured himself a glass of wine and said in a disdainful tone,
"You are still young after all, and you care about your reputation. Fengming, what do you think?"
Li Fengming nodded in agreement. He took the wine glass and said softly,
The older the ginger, the spicier. With just a few words at the banquet, the young marshal had already been seen through. The two old foxes took a deep breath. Yan Zhiguo was probably not their match.
The absurd performance of the Scholar's Mansion had made Zhang and Li put down their guard. His foundation was still weak, so he didn't need to make enemies everywhere.
The next day, the two of them kept their promise. The boxes of silver were exactly 300,000.
Ding! Congratulations on collecting the military expenses of the commander's subordinates. You have reached the system's criteria for squandering.
Ding! Congratulations, Master, for obtaining the reward Character Card *2 Material Card *2 Special Intelligence *1
Yan Zhiguo smiled as he checked the information from the system. The smile on his face grew wider. He put away the system, washed up, and got up. After eating the breakfast carefully prepared by the servants, he slowly left.
Half an hour's drive north of Jinnan, a huge building stood in a secluded place far away from the downtown area.
The building occupied a large area, and there were few people around. From time to time, unknown people in white would enter and leave the building in a hurry.
The yellow sand danced in the air as a convoy steadily approached. Soon, a man with an arrogant expression alighted from the carriage.
The soldiers stationed outside the building did not dare to be careless and immediately went forward to investigate.
"Stop! It was an important military location ahead! Stop!"
How could the garrison soldier not know the young man's identity? He immediately saluted and said loudly,
"Jinnan Militia Guard Captain Chen Fu greets the Major! Please instruct me, Major!"
Yan Zhiguo put away the documents and nodded in admiration. Then, he said slowly,
Chen Fu was in a dilemma. He couldn't say that his immediate superior was Zhang Sixiu, right? Who knew that the young man would make things difficult again,
"Since you can't say it, then it's an ownerless item. As usual, we'll confiscate all of them!”
"Major, our commander is Commander Zhang Sixiu!”
Yan Zhiguo was not surprised by this. He reckoned that the moment he stepped into Jinnan, there were a few more tails behind him.
"Young Marshal has personally come. Sorry for not welcoming you!”
With a smiling face, Yan Zhiguo cursed the old fox in his heart,
"We have been ordered to ban smoking. I hope Commander Zhang will not stop us!”
"Don't tell me the young marshal's appetite is too big? Aren't you afraid of bursting your stomach?"
Zhang Sixiu's tone was unfriendly, already treating the young marshal as a laughable person who wanted a share of the pie.
"I can still eat."
If looks could kill, Zhang Sixiu would have riddled this shameless fellow with holes. After calming down a little, Zhang Sixiu secretly expressed,
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