Beiyang 1917

When Wang Geng got out of the shower and changed his clothes, four dishes and one soup had been served in the restaurant. Gu Weijun and Tang Baoyue had already poured red wine. A kind of homely warmth rushed over Wang Geng's heart. Guangdong, but her father studied in Shanghai since she was a child, and her Shanghai dialect is more standard than that of Gu Weijun, whose ancestral home is Jiading, Shanghai.

"Come on! I'll wait for you! I didn't prepare anything, so I scrambled an egg for you. This pot of sweet and sour pork slices can be regarded as a Shanghai taste for you and Shaochuan. The ribs are not easy to make, and there is no Chinatown here!" After drinking a glass of red wine, Tang Baoyue hurriedly served Wang Geng dishes.

Gu Dechang, the little guy sitting next to his mother, couldn't use his chopsticks well, so he simply reached out to grab the sweet and sour pork slices, and was snapped open by Tang Baoyue. Gu Weijun looked at his son and said to Wang Geng with a smile,

"Dechang is good at using knives and forks when eating, but Baoyue insists on him learning to use chopsticks!"

"Can't use chopsticks and still be Chinese? You see, he is slow in Chinese now and fluent in English. If this continues, our family will raise a little fake foreign devil with a yellow skin and a white heart!" Tang Baoyue looked at her husband dissatisfied With a glance, while serving Wang Geng vegetables,

"Come on, Wang Geng, eat more. Scrambled eggs with tomatoes or leeks are the best, but where can I get them this season? I can only eat scrambled eggs with cabbage!"

"Hey, sister-in-law, I will come by myself. How can I be polite, the whole is my own home." Wang Geng has been traveling for so many days, and it was the first time he ate a decent Chinese meal. For a moment, he almost bit his tongue. Wu Nong's soft Chinese is all around, and he seems to have returned to China for a while.

Although Gu Weijun is only 29 years old, he is considered young and mature. This diplomat has been a diplomat for a long time, and he has to calm down if he is not calm. He slowly drinks red wine and looks at the little brother Wang Geng who is dealing with the four dishes on the table. , as if seeing himself many years ago in his eyes.

The host and guest enjoyed the meal, and after the meal, Wang Geng quickly helped Tang Baoyue clean up the dining room, but Gu Weijun said hello and went to the study first.

After moving all the dishes into the kitchen sink, Wang Geng rolled up his sleeves and wanted to wash the dishes, but Tang Baoyue kicked him out, "Come on, hurry up to the study, Shaochuan has been talking about you a lot these days, if you don't go over to him You have to blame me!"

Wang Geng nodded with a smile, washed his hands and asked, "Why didn't you see Auntie?"

"Dechang is two and a half years old and can go to kindergarten. My aunt has something to do at home. I bought a boat ticket for her to go back to China a few days ago. Fortunately, Dechang is still a good boy, and he can already play in the hut by himself!" Tang Baoyue said with a smile.

"That's okay, big sister, I'll go and see Brother Gu first, let's talk later!" Wang Geng looked at the kitchen and saw that there was no one in the kitchen, and finally couldn't help stretching out his arms and hugging Tang Baoyue who loved him the most.

Tang Baoyue blushed slightly, pushed the boy and said, "You are naughty even after graduating soon! Go upstairs!"

Gu Weijun had been waiting for Wang Geng in the study for a long time. Wang Geng was one of the top students in both academics and character. His ancestral home was Wuxi, Jiangsu, not far from Jiading and Shanghai.

So when Gu Weijun and his wife came to the United States three years ago, they hit it off with Wang Geng, who was still studying at Princeton University.

"Brother Gu, you are a lot cleaner than at Christmas. Are you busy with business? Tell me quickly!"

Wang Geng sat down on a sofa familiar with himself, took out a cigar from his pocket and handed it to Gu Weijun. Gu Weijun took it in a little surprise, and saw that the authentic Havana cigar was obviously a high-end product, wrinkled frowning,

"Wang Geng, why have you started smoking? The cigars are still so good. By the way, you said you bought the Cadillac at the door? How did you get so much money!" Apparently Gu Weijun was a little worried that what Wang Geng did would be inappropriate things.

Wang Geng took out another cigar from his pocket with a smile, rubbed it, and said,

"Brother, my birthday passed two days ago, and I was 23 years old in a flash. Tobacco and alcohol are just fine in moderation. I made some investments recently. The car belongs to the company, and the cigars are from my partner's house. How about it?" , This is a top Havana cigar, it is said that it was made by a naked beauty, how about you try it?"

"I don't know your net worth? You used to live a frugal life and didn't spend money recklessly, but that little allowance for studying abroad is just barely enough to make ends meet. In the New York Overseas Students Association, you Wang Geng can be regarded as the poorest president. Now, that one of you Three Musketeers and Liu Jiwen usually look like young masters!"

"Honestly, where did the money come from to invest in which company? Don't let Baoyue and I worry about you!" Gu Weijun took out the scissors and cut off the corner of the cigar, while looking at Wang Geng seriously.

"It's a long story. Can you still trust my character? I tinkered with an invention and sold it to General Electric for $55. This Cadillac Model 1998 is only $[-] a car. What a joke!" Wang Geng bowed. Picking up matches from the table, he first lit a fire for Gu Weijun, and then lit a cigar for himself.

"What invention can be exchanged for [-] U.S. dollars? General Electric is Edison's? Although he is a great inventor, he is not a philanthropist. Wang Geng, you are not doing heresy? Tell the truth, I will not tell Bao Yue!" Gu Weijun took a puff of his cigar , tasted it for a while, and after blowing out the smoke ring, he still asked persistently.

"Brother, don't ask. Wang Geng is a good man in China, and in the legal society of the United States, he will never do anything illegal. Tell me about the situation in Washington and the country!"

Wang Geng looked at Gu Weijun eagerly, obviously he didn't want to get too entangled in where his money came from, how long will it take to explain this clearly?

Although he did not read newspapers and news less when he was in New York these days, how much of China's domestic situation can be revealed in New York newspapers?Although the reporters stationed in the Far East and China are very diligent, the press releases they send back often contradict each other and fail to grasp the key points, and the timeliness is also greatly reduced.

With the flapping wings of my own butterfly, who knows if history has changed.

"All forces in Washington are still fighting over whether to send troops to participate in the European War. Although the appearance of Ziberman's telegram has added fire to the opinions advocating participation in the war, it is obviously not enough to boil the water, far from enough!"

Gu Weijun's expression was a little solemn, but he forgot to ask about Wang Geng's financial situation for the time being.

"What is the opinion of the US President and the cabinet? Are they inclined to join the war or not?" Wang Geng asked.

"The U.S. has loaned more than 30 billion U.S. dollars to the Allies, and provided more than 60 billion U.S. dollars in supplies. It will be a matter of time before the U.S. joins the war, unless the U.S. feels that the Allies can quickly defeat Germany by itself," Gu Weijun said slowly.

"What are the domestic instructions? Are Premier Duan and President Li Da still fighting for the right to speak?" Wang Geng asked.

"President Yuan left too early, and he will not be guaranteed to become emperor at the end of the festival. Democracy and republic are irreversible trends in history. President Yuan not only ruined his own reputation, but China also lost a person who can hold the scene. Now Li Yuanhong and Duan Qirui are not giving in to each other, and Feng Guozhang is fanning the flames, the unlucky ones are the Chinese people and those of us who are doing diplomacy outside! The state affairs are worrying!"

Gu Weijun on the sofa slowly exhaled a series of smoke rings, his face looked very solemn.