The Confrontation of the Old Families! Among
the high-ranking generals of the Feng family and the Zhang family, there were only four people who could be considered to have truly joined Zhang Xueming's camp.
Zhou Tiannan, the general consultant of Fengtian Army's factory,
Li Jinglin, the captain of the rapid marching army,
Yang Yuting, the chief of staff of Fengtian Army
, and Wang Yongjiang, the newly appointed supervisor of the three provincial government banks.
Zhou Tiannan was in charge of the military, Li Jinglin was in charge of discipline, Yang Yuting was in charge of political affairs, and Wang Yongjiang was in charge of finance. The four of them had their own duties and stabilized Zhang Xueming's rule.
Zhang Xueming's power structure had finally begun to take shape with Wang Yongjiang's arrival.
In his previous life, as the vice president of the National Weaponry Research Institute, Zhang Xueming had the habit of not drinking at all.
After five rounds of dishes.
Zhang Xueming took out a cigarette and sniffed it.
"Marshal, is there anything bothering you?”
Yang Yuting knew Zhang Xueming's little habit. He liked to smell cigarettes when he was thinking about difficult problems.
"Chief of Staff Yang, Supervisor Wang, I'm looking for someone.”
Wang Yongjiang wiped his mouth.
"Marshal, who do you need? Chief of Staff Yang and I are quite familiar with the three provinces, perhaps we can share your worries.”
The two of them looked at Zhang Xueming with burning eyes.
"This person must have roots in Fengtian and even the three provinces. He must have studied in a private school and studied abroad. He must have contacts with the great scholars of the three provinces and get along well with the people at the bottom. He must understand the three armies even though he has never joined the army.”
From the first sentence, countless names appeared in Yang Yuting's mind.
However, following Zhang Xueming's unhurried words.
There were fewer and fewer names until there was no one left.
It was too harsh.
Although he didn't know what the marshal wanted to do, Yang Yuting couldn't think of a suitable candidate.
More importantly…
Yang Yuting couldn't guess Zhang Xueming's intentions at all.
He secretly exclaimed.
The marshal was still the marshal. His thoughts were deep into the sea.
At this moment.
Wang Yongjiang slammed the table."Commander, there is one. There is one in Fengtian called…"
However, Wang Yongjiang could not continue.
Yang Yuting looked at Wang Yongjiang, who stopped abruptly. His eyes suddenly widened. He had also thought of it.
There was really only that person.
Yang Yuting secretly glanced at Zhang Xueming and chose to remain silent.
"There's no need to worry.”
After getting Zhang Xueming's approval, Wang Yongjiang smiled awkwardly and said his name.
"Feng Yong!"
After saying that, Wang Yongjiang looked at Zhang Xueming carefully, afraid that the marshal would be angry because of this name.
However, Wang Yongjiang's worry was obviously unnecessary.
Not only was Zhang Xueming not angry, but his eyes also lit up.
That's right!
Why didn't he think of Feng Yong?
According to Zhang Xueming's requirements, Feng Yong was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.
Zhang Xueming couldn't be blamed for this.
In the past year, Zhang Xueming had secretly observed many people for this matter. He even had people collect the resume information of many people in the three provinces.
However, none of them could meet these complicated and harsh conditions.
Naturally.
Due to some special reasons, Zhang Xueming had never seen Feng Yong's name before.
But without a doubt, Feng Yong was indeed the most suitable for Zhang Xueming's requirements.
Feng Yong, the founder of the country's first western-style university, was also the first principal and training director.
Apart from that, Feng Yong had another identity.
That was Old Marshal Zhang's third brother, the son of Feng Delin, one of the absolute core higher-ups of the Feng faction warlord who had once fought against Old Marshal Zhang.
Speaking of Feng Yong, Feng Delin naturally appeared in Zhang Ming's mind.
Zhang Xueming couldn't be blamed for not remembering Feng Yong. It was because no one dared to mention Feng Delin in front of Zhang Xueming.
In the early days of Fengtian, Feng Delin was the number one faction in the three provinces.
Old Marshal Zhang's strength was far inferior to Feng Delin's.
At that time, Old Marshal Zhang was also very happy to follow Feng Delin. He almost followed Feng Delin's lead and became his pawn.
But who would have thought?
After the outbreak of the Russo-Japanese War, Old Marshal Zhang relied on traveling between Japan and Russia to rapidly expand his forces. After the war, he actually had the same strength as Feng Delin.
After a period of time, all kinds of incidents occurred.
After a series of competitions between the Feng family and the Zhang family, Feng Delin was arrested and imprisoned. Old Marshal Zhang also completely became the King of the Northeast.
This was the Feng and Zhang family's struggle for hegemony.
Although later Zhang Lao Shuai Feng Delin took care of him, when Feng Delin was released, he retired to his hometown in despair.
However, Feng Delin's eldest son, Feng Yong…
However, he did not leave.
After the Feng family went through a series of changes, they chose to spend all their money to destroy the family and establish Feng Yong University in August of 2027. They promoted the concepts of "saving the country through education","rejuvenating the country through industry, nurturing talents first", and so on.
More importantly…
Feng Yong had a strong sense of patriotism in his university education.
This coincided with what Zhang Xueming wanted to do.
Zhang Xueming clearly knew that Feng Yong was undoubtedly an unwavering anti-Japanese faction and a rare talent.
"Where is Feng Yong now?”
Zhang Xueming placed the cigarette on the table and asked softly.
Yang Yuting quickly said after giving Wang Yongjiang a reassuring look.
"Feng Yong explains profound things in simple terms. He rarely leaves Feng Yong University, so he must still be in school.”
"Supervisor Wang, it seems that we might have to make up for this celebration banquet in the future. If the two of you don't have anything important to do, then come with me to Feng Yong University.”
Yang Yuting and Wang Yongjiang quickly agreed.
While Zhang Xueming was changing his clothes, Yang Yuting looked at Wang Yongjiang and asked in a low voice.
"Brother Yongjiang, what did the marshal mean by those words? I really can't think of what the marshal wants to do.”
Wang Yongjiang smiled bitterly.
"I don't know either. Marshal's gaze is far-reaching and difficult to predict.”
Yang Yuting chuckled.
"Since you can't guess, you'll know after going with the marshal.”
After saying that, he looked at the dining table.
When he saw that the cigarette that Zhang Xueming had just sniffed was placed not far from Wang Yongjiang, his smile deepened.
This time, Yang Yuting wasn't envious or jealous.
Because he didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked.
"Brother Yongjiang, take it. Don't let the marshal down.”
Hmm?
Wang Yongjiang looked at the cigarette in confusion."What does this mean?”
"Hahaha, Brother Yongjiang, the marshal likes to smell cigarettes when he thinks, but he doesn't like smoking. There aren't many people who have smoked this cigarette before.”
Wang Yongjiang was not a fool.
After Yang Yuting's reminder, he happily picked up the cigarette and puffed out the smoke.
He understood.
He had completely entered the core of the marshal's team.
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