A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 636 No good banquet! (Seek full order)
Two black Buick K44 cars, the bulletproof car between the escorts, drove out of the Marshal's Mansion and went straight to No. 6 Kuixinglou Road, General Yang's mansion, without any obstruction.

Although only three vehicles were dispatched on this trip, the safety work was extremely good. Adjutant Cui sat in the first vehicle with several guards. In addition to the guards, the vehicle behind also had two Heavy machine gun.

The car in the middle is even more incredible. This car is a privately customized version of the American-made Packard armored car customized by the Marshal in 1921. It cost up to 35000 US dollars, which is equivalent to 1 silver dollars today. It has been the world's most expensive car for several consecutive years. No.[-] in the ranking of expensive cars.

This car has a very high safety factor for this era. First of all, there are pedals on both sides of the car that can stand on, and three or four soldiers can stand to protect the owner of the car.

Moreover, almost all parts of the car body are armored, the windows are removable steel plate shutters, and there are hidden shooting holes on both sides under the rear window in case of emergency.

A 7.62mm Browning M1917 water-cooled heavy machine gun and a telescope are also installed on the front windshield.

When people are sitting in a car, once they are attacked, they can immediately launch a fierce counterattack to ensure their own safety to the maximum extent. It can be called a mobile bunker in this era.

At this time, Hua Twelve was sitting in this car, with the young marshal and Mrs. Gu sitting in the back seat.

On the way, Hua Twelve thought of today’s banquet and asked with a smile:

"Young commander."

The young marshal stretched out his hand to interrupt: "Twelve, I'm not talking about you. I already told you not to call me young marshal, but to call me Sixth Brother. Why do you have to knock your head on the ground and form a sworn knot with Jinlan before you agree?" Do you want to change your tune? If so, let’s pay homage to Mr. Guan when we get back!”

Hua Twelve was amused when he heard what he said. There were so many princes, nobles, wealthy businessmen in China who built a Guandi Temple in their own homes. It was probably the Fengtian Marshal's Mansion.

Why build a Guandi Temple at home?The official statement is that the commander-in-chief was a martial artist throughout his life and admired Guan Yu's noble moral character, loyalty, benevolence and bravery, so he built the Guandi Temple to worship him.

But there is another saying that it is for the convenience of sworn sworn friendship. The commander-in-chief was born in the green forest of Northeast China. When he started his family, he had seven brothers. Later, he became friends in three mountains and five mountains. Guests often came over. When the wine is full and my ears are warm, I go to my Guandi Temple to kowtow incense and worship.

Hua Twelve shook his head repeatedly when he mentioned this, but let’s put it down, the brothers who started out as Marshal were quite reliable, but those who came after him would not dare to compliment him.

He smiled and refused: "Brothers are friends, don't stick to formalities!"

The young marshal smiled and said, "Then change your name to Sixth Brother!"

Hua Twelve: "I am 150 years old, how old I am!"

The young marshal was about to say, "I'm 27 and I'm a brother," but he reacted before the words came out and laughed and cursed: "Get out of here, I want to be a brother, but at your age, you want to be an ancestor!"

Hua Twelve said with a smile: "Why don't we all do our own thing?"

The young marshal pointed at him angrily, and both of them laughed. After laughing, Hua Twelve waved his hands and said: "Stop it, by the way, I just wanted to ask, is General Yang's father really celebrating his birthday today?" "

When he asked this, Mrs. Gu, who invited the young marshal on his behalf, became unhappy: "Boss Cheng, what are you talking about? Can this matter be false? Who can joke about his father's birthday!"

The young marshal didn't even look at Mrs. Gu, and smiled at Hua Twelve:
"If I remember correctly, General Yang's father has passed his third birthday this year. These old people who followed my father to conquer the country are all gangsters. If they want to make money, they will find a reason to accept gifts, don't say He is a father, and even if he celebrates his birthday several times a year, it is common for him, otherwise he would marry his concubine, which is more profitable than doing business anyway!"

The young marshal was chatting and laughing with Hua Twelve, but he paid little attention to the concubine beside him, which made Mrs. Gu very upset and kept staring at Hua Twelve with cannibalistic eyes.

For Mrs. Gu's gaze, Hua Twelve could naturally feel it and sneered in his heart. This stupid woman had better pray that nothing happens today. If something really happens, whether this stupid woman colludes with outsiders or is used by outsiders, then wait Hers, I'm afraid there will be no good results.

When the car arrived in front of Yang's mansion, General Yang's adjutant, who had been waiting for a long time, and elites from all walks of life in Fengtian came forward to greet the young marshal.

Through the car window, when he saw the people coming up to greet him, the young marshal looked a little unhappy. He was now a nominal minister in the army and held power in three provinces. However, when he came to congratulate his father on his birthday, his subordinates did not come out to greet him. , let an adjutant come out, is this a slap in his face?
Mrs. Gu was filled with vanity when she saw so many people coming to greet her. Seeing that she was smiling like a flower even before she got out of the car, the young marshal felt a sense of disgust in his heart for no reason. It was the first time that he discovered that the woman around him turned out to be so stupid. .

The car stopped, and four personal guards standing outside the bulletproof car immediately jumped out of the car to protect them. Adjutant Cui from the first car ran over and opened the door for the young marshal.

After Hua Twelve, the young marshal, and Mrs. Gu got out of the car, General Yang's adjutant immediately came forward and bowed to the young marshal:
"Young Marshal, my general is already waiting for your arrival inside!"

Behind him, the elites from all walks of life in Fengtian also smiled and bowed, saying hello again and again.

But an unexpected scene happened. Hua Twelve, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, stepped forward and gave the adjutant a big mouth:
"Who are you calling? Let me tell you, this is Commander Fengjun in front of you!"

In fact, from the day the young marshal announced that he had taken over Fengjun, he should have been the commander-in-chief of the entire Fengjun army. However, people around him were accustomed to calling him marshal, and he himself did not mind it. If he changed his title, he would still be the twelfth commander of the Hua Army today. One brought up.

The adjutant was slapped and was very angry, but before he could say anything, Mrs. Gu next to the young marshal shouted:
"What are you doing? Young Marshal, look at him. He has no rules at all. He has embarrassed us all!"

This brainless woman only wanted to take revenge on Hua Twelve. She didn't consider what information was revealed about what happened, and just took advantage of every opportunity to apply eye drops.

The young marshal glanced at her indifferently: "Didn't you listen to what Twelve said, young marshal? Who are you calling?"

Although it was a plain question, the coldness in her eyes gave Mrs. Gu a chill in her heart. She immediately did not dare to act like a monster and said sarcastically:

"Yes, I called you wrong, it was Marshal, Marshal is the right name!"

"Ok!"

The young marshal responded softly, and his eyes fell on the adjutant's face again. Cold sweat broke out on the latter's forehead, and he quickly bowed and said:
"Commander, I made a mistake due to my humble position. Please come in!"

The young marshal immediately walked towards the Yang Mansion with his head held high. At this moment, he really had some of the aura of his father in the past. He was walking like a dragon and a tiger, but he did not let Mrs. Gu hold her arm. The latter did not dare to say anything. He quickly followed in small steps.

Hua Twelve and Adjutant Cui followed the two of them, walking side by side.

After entering Yang Mansion, the greeter at the door quickly shouted: "The young marshal is here!"

The next moment, the originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet. General Yang came up with a few colleagues in military uniforms and many foreigners in suits and leather shoes with a smile, and greeted him from afar:
"Han Qing is here!"

But at this time, Adjutant Cui turned around and walked up to the greeting guest, made a pistol gesture with his hand, put it on the other person's head, and said with a smile: "Shout again, I want to call the commander in chief, but I called you wrong." I'll kill you with one shot!"

The greeter saw that although the officer was smiling at him, the smile was as scary as a knife hidden in it. He nodded quickly and shouted again: "The commander is here!" General Yang and others were slightly startled. Behind him, several people in suits with Asian faces looked at each other.

General Yang was stunned for a moment, but the young marshal took two steps forward: "The old man celebrates his birthday, how can I not miss it as a junior?"

General Yang's smile was a little unnatural: "Han Qing is very interested. Today, Mr. Hayashi Jiujiro, Mr. Clough from Russia, and Mr. Johnson from England have all come to congratulate my old father on his birthday. You are all old friends too." .”

He introduced the people behind him. In addition to the people from Fengjun, there were also officials and businessmen from other countries in Fengtian, all of whom were prominent figures.

Some of these people knew the young commander, and some met him for the first time.

The young marshal shook hands one by one, smiled the whole time, and then said he was going to celebrate the birthday of the old man.

There was a birthday celebration ceremony before the banquet, but the young marshal was not present, so the birthday celebrations had not yet begun.

Now that the young marshal arrived, General Yang immediately ordered the butler to greet everyone to the table, and at the same time began to wish the old birthday star a birthday.

Get a grand master's chair in front of the banquet, help the 70-year-old birthday star to sit on the grand master's chair, and wait for everyone to congratulate him on his birthday.

Hua Twelve saw that the old man was sitting there not happy at all, and he felt funny in his heart. How could he be happy? He was tortured several times a year. It was originally his 70th birthday, and it passed three times in a year. Isn't this the 73rd birthday? Well, he thought that the old man might also think this was a hack, so he had a black face.

The young marshal was the first to go up and said: "I wish the birthday star a blessing as good as the East China Sea and a life as long as the Southern Mountains!"

After saying that, he turned around and a guard presented a ten-pound golden birthday peach with both hands. The young marshal took it and handed it to the steward of the Yang Mansion. The latter carefully placed it in the most conspicuous position on the table next to the old birthday star, that is, in the middle. .

The old man was still confused and knew that the person in front of him was the head of Fengjun. Although he was unhappy, he still smiled and said hello twice.

After the young marshal congratulated him on his birthday, he took his seat and the others began to express their birthday wishes one after another.

According to the rules here, after the birthday greetings, the banquet begins, and there are performances in front of the hall, and famous opera stars are invited to sing on the stage.

General Yang brought a glass of wine, and after everyone drank together, he suddenly said to the young marshal:

"Han Qing, I heard that the famous Peking opera master Cheng Dieyi, Boss Cheng, is now working by your side as a secretary. My father loves to listen to plays. Now that famous actors are present, why not let this man surnamed Cheng come on stage to perform?" How about Magu's birthday?"

Many of the guests present have been to the capital. Even those who have not, have heard about the name of the famous actor in the capital, 'Cheng Dieyi', from newspapers or word of mouth, and they all cheered when they heard it.

Mrs. Gu looked at Hua Twelve with some schadenfreude. Doesn't that mean you are noble? Don't you not sing in the hall? Don't think that flattering the young commander is a big deal. I will let you know this time that you are still a low-level opera singer.

The young marshal turned his head and glared at Mrs. Gu who was gloating at the women's table. Just when he was about to refuse forcefully, he saw Hua Twelve at the other table saying:

"I'm sorry, General Yang. First of all, I have my own rules. I don't sing in hall meetings. Secondly, I am now the secretary to the commander-in-chief, so my status is not appropriate. What do you think?"

General Yang's face turned cold: "Your rules? What rules do you have? Are they my rules here?"

He turned to the young marshal and said: "Han Qing, your people are so unruly, I want his life!"

Hua Twelve frowned slightly and considered for a moment where to strike!
The young marshal looked at General Yang coldly:
"Uncle Yang, Twelve and I are brothers who kowtow to the ground. We don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but we want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day. Do you want my life?"

Adjutant Cui and all the guards from the Marshal's Mansion all took a step forward, and the atmosphere at the birthday banquet instantly became tense.

Those people from all walks of life in Fengtian who came to celebrate their birthdays were shocked and frightened. They all felt that today's banquet was not a good one, and they all regretted taking a trip into this muddy water. They did not dare to say anything and looked at the situation on both sides.

General Yang did not expect that the young marshal would use the excuse of sworn brotherhood to join his army. The muscles on his face twitched, and he was considering whether to turn against him immediately.

But at this moment, Kujiro Hayashi stood up with a smile:

"Yang Sang, on the big day, jokes should be stopped in moderation. You are all soldiers. Those operas with eh eh ah ah are not suitable, and the same goes for other performances!"

General Yang got off the slope and nodded with a smile: "That's right, let's continue drinking and eating!"

The banquet continued here, and there was supposed to be an opera performance in front of it, but the actors were not present and were replaced by an allegro.

All in all, it is a fun and festive program.

Seeing this, Hua Twelve temporarily suppressed his intention to go on a killing spree. He knew that today was a Hongmen Banquet and there would always be a chance to take action. He looked at General Yang and smiled, not in a hurry.

On the young marshal's side, Adjutant Cui presented him with personal ivory chopsticks and other exclusive tableware. This had not been available before, but this time Hua Twelve specially used the method learned in Five Poisons to soak this set of ivory tableware with special potion. , making it have the effect of drug detection.

Whether it is biological toxins, mineral toxins, or chemical toxins, they all have an effect. As long as they are poisonous, the tableware will react and change color quickly, so the young commander can drink and eat with confidence using this set of tableware.

After three rounds of drinking, General Yang took the lead in raising the matter of opposing Yi Zhi. On the small side, Russia, as well as the invited British businessmen, all expressed their attitudes and stood with General Yang, asking the young marshal to give up the idea of ​​​​Yi Zhi.

The young marshal smiled coldly: "I must carefully consider whether to change the flag or not, and consider it from the perspective of the country and the nation. This is our Chinese people's own business, and you don't need to worry about it!"

The implication is unequivocal, if changing the flag is beneficial to China, it cannot be changed.

The Russians and British were fine. Although they were concerned about their interests in the East, their influence was not great, so their reaction was not strong.

But General Yang and Xiaori had their own plans, and there was a coldness in their eyes at this time.

Lin Jiujiro smiled and said: "Commander, it's good if you can think carefully. Okay, today is the birthday of General Yang's father. Let's not talk about political affairs. I also prepared a small program for our children. The swordsmanship of the day is very exciting, let my people give Mr. Yang a show."

General Yang narrowed his eyes and nodded with a smile: "Okay, I have heard that your country's swordsmanship is unparalleled, so I invite you to show off your skills and broaden your horizons."

(End of this chapter)