My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

"Mr. Zheng has not worried about his future... Why should he be busy tonight if he wants to work hard? He has let down the spring night and the wind and the moon are boundless... Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

After finishing his work, Fan Shaozeng walked on the corridor of the office building with his hands clasped behind his hands, humming a Sichuan song to the beat.

The unique voice of singing with one's throat echoed in the corridor, with the Sichuan accent and the ups and downs of mulberry sounds, which made people tremble and feel like they were dying.

However, Fan Shaozeng didn't care. Whenever he got interested, he would hum a few lines to himself, which seems to have become his signature appearance music.

The guards behind him were all used to it. Who told them that besides playing mahjong and gambling, the commander-in-chief's biggest hobby was listening to Sichuan opera.

Now most of the more than 100,000 people brought back from western Yunnan have been reorganized, and the base area is also prosperous with vigorous development. Now it is just about solving people's livelihood and economic issues, which is what Fan Shaozeng has been focusing on recently.

Now that Fan Shaozeng has begun to gradually take over local government affairs, his position as commander-in-chief will not change, but he is still needed to shine in the base area in more aspects.

Although the policy guidelines have been planned, the specific implementation still needs someone to supervise the implementation, and Liao Mingyu is busy between the base and the army, and has no skills. The task of sitting in the rear has always fallen on Fan Shaozeng.

Our commander-in-chief comes from a wealthy family, but he is not as philistine and stingy as the landlords and squires of the old society. Instead, his open-minded and upright character has won praise from many local people.

As soon as I returned to the office, I wanted to sit down and drink some tea to moisten my throat, but the adjutant Fan Bao rushed into the office in a hurry.

The guard platoon leader surnamed Wang stared at Fan Bao thoughtfully for a few times before going out. The murderous temperament honed on the battlefield made the latter feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

"Yes!"

"Xiao Wang, you guys go out first. Don't let anyone come in without my order." Fan Shaozeng waved his hand and ordered.

The commander spoke, and several guards immediately left the office.

Then Fan Bao stepped forward and locked the door without worry, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, let him in."

The security of the entire office building is very tight, and it is difficult for ordinary people to approach Fan Shaozeng without notification.

Hearing this, Fan Bao strode in with his nose turned to the sky, not forgetting to glare hard at the indifferent guards.

The two guards at the door immediately stopped him.

"stop!"

"Commander, there is a document that needs your approval. Look..." After saying this, Fan Bao looked around at the guards, and his meaning was obvious.

Now that Fan Shaozeng's status was extremely important, Liao Mingyu specially selected a battalion in his security force to be responsible for his safety.

"Commander, these bastards are so unruly! If you ask me to exchange them all, it's not like we don't have any good people in the Sichuan Army."

Fan Bao was indignant. These security guards in the office building were arranged by Liao Mingyu. To put it mildly, they called them to protect Fan Shaozeng's life safety. In fact, no one knew the real purpose.

"Don't talk such nonsense! The turtle son is so mysterious. Tell me, what's the matter?" Fan Shaozeng picked up the tea cup and glared at him angrily. He didn't know the purpose of this, but he not only gave up the position of the nominal leader, but also gave him high status and respect, and even handed over the rear area to him without any scruples. This kind of magnanimity made Fan Shaozeng ashamed. .

Moreover, there are no restrictions on personal freedom at all. It makes sense to put a few informants around you if you think about it. You have a clear conscience anyway, so why not?

Fan Bao smiled sheepishly, rubbed his hands and said in flattery: "Hey, Commander-in-Chief, my third aunt asked me to come over and ask. She said she made your favorite fat pot pork and asked you if you want to go back to eat it today. Change?"

"That's all you need to criticize? I don't know you yet, so why don't you let me know what you're talking about?"

Fan Shaozeng definitely didn't believe that if this kid didn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, he must have other things.

Some time ago, several aunts and wives who were far away in China sent letters to inquire. In the letters, they talked about their lovesickness and the situation at home.

It is rumored that Fan Shaozeng took more than forty wives in his life, but these are all fabricated stories by later generations. In fact, he only married seven seriously, and the other women could only be regarded as sexual pleasures at best. Just a lover of flowing water.

At that time, I came to Myanmar on a temporary assignment, and none of my concubines came with me.

But now that he has decided to do something big with Liao Mingyu, his future destination will definitely not be in China. After much deliberation, he decided to bring them over, so he asked Fan Bao to return to China and find a way to bring them over.

As a result, the eldest wife Chen Wenlan was unable to travel long distances because of her inconvenient legs and feet, so she simply stayed in her hometown to take care of Fan Shaozeng's children. Only his eighth concubine Ye Shaofang, who had the deepest love for him, and his third concubine Zhang Shaofen came, and the others stayed behind. Hometown in Sichuan.

But something was wrong with Fan Bao after he returned from a trip to Sichuan. He used to follow Fan Shaozeng inseparably, but now he actively asked to be transferred to other departments.

"Commander, it's actually someone from Chongqing..."

Fan Bao came over and whispered softly: "I also brought news about the head of state. He is now at the third aunt's house. I would like to invite you to go over in the evening to discuss in detail..."

Fan Shaozeng's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head and looked at Fan Bao in confusion. The latter immediately took out a translated telegram from his body.

It doesn't take much thinking to guess that it is Chiang Kai-shek's various promises again. As long as Liao Mingyu can control the strength of the expeditionary force, he can make whatever conditions he wants.

Fan Shaozeng's face was uncertain, his chubby cheeks were tense, and he stared at Fan Bao angrily: "As soon as your turtle son returns to Sichuan, he starts to eat food from other families, right?"

Fan Bao was shocked and quickly explained: "How is that possible? I think you should make plans for the future, young master. Our Sichuan Army has just entered Myanmar for reorganization, and your weight in their hearts is not comparable to that of others...

...As long as you speak, these hundreds of thousands of people can definitely control the rear area. Anyway, Liao Mingyu has been at the front line. When the time comes, we will draw out the firepower and we will definitely make it happen...

…At that time, the arsenal, minerals, and territory will all be yours. With strong troops and horses, we can stand on our own. Even if Chiang Kai-shek comes to negotiate terms, we will have enough capital…”

"Shut up!"

Fan Shaozeng stood up as he slapped the case, and the fat all over his body was trembling with anger: "You pig head, you know how to use a hammer to draw out the salary from the bottom of the cauldron! Do you know that you are putting me on the fire to roast now!?"

As he spoke, he touched the gun at his waist in anger.

(End of this chapter)