Fengxian Jiangshan

() Zhang Tinglan was sitting on the train, roaring towards Beijing. Since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Beijing has represented the highest power in China. Forty-nine cities have witnessed hundreds of years of vicissitudes, and Beijing will soon Accompany Yuan Shikai to have an 83-day emperor's dream, and then watch this hero leave sadly.

Zhang Tinglan has a sense of urgency in her heart. She must gain more power, possess more wealth, train a stronger army, and reverse the fate of the country.

The layout for Russia has already started, Zhang Tinglan is sure to get a good return, and the factory is also under construction.This time Zhang Zuolin appointed Zhang Zuoxiang to be in charge of the military affairs of the 27th Division, and at the same time in charge of Fengtian security, marking that Zhang Zuoxiang has become the number two figure in the Fengtian Department.

In just over three months, the power in Zhang Tinglan's hands is already astonishing, but he is still a little greedy and needs to develop faster. He is thinking about how to deal with the princes of Beijing, and more But it is planning the construction after returning to Fengtian.

The train passed through the customs soon. It was the first time for Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Tingshu to enter Beijing, and Zhang Tinglan was also the first to experience the scenery of old Beijing. They were very excited.

"Brother Ting Lang, I have long heard that Mr. Shu said that the city of Beijing is a city with three heads and eight arms. It is worth seeing everywhere, especially the few alleys outside the front door!"

Zhang Xueliang said with emotion, Zhang Tinglan's complexion began to turn dark, this young marshal is just a dude, isn't he talking about the world-famous Eight Great Hutongs?

"Hanqing, I'm going to find the seventh uncle, and I will give you a special privilege. How about taking a good look at the scenery of the capital?"

When Zhang Xueliang heard about his father, he immediately looked bitter and waved his hands again and again. He must not let his father know that he came to Beijing for business. Zhang Zuolin would never let him mess around!

While talking and joking, the train had already stopped. Lao Zhang got off the train surrounded by many guards, and there were many servants behind him carrying specially prepared gifts, and the mighty team went out.The common people on the side saw these armed troops and consciously moved out of the way.

"Damn it, the Son of Heaven's footsteps are so big, there's no one to greet him!"

While Lao Zhang was complaining, the other platform was crowded with people, most of them were dressed in silk and satin gowns, they looked like officials at first glance, and there were also many officers in general school clothes among them, making a mess.

Zhang Tinglan also came over, he stopped a police patrol to maintain order, and asked about the situation.

The policeman sized up Zhang Tinglan, then looked at Zhang Zuolin and the others, without any stage fright, arched his hands and said: "The bosses are always from other places. The eldest son went to invite Mr. Wang a few days ago, and now all of them are from Beijing. All officials, big and small, are waiting to meet the Beiyang Dragon!"

Both Zhang Tinglan and Zhang Zuoxiang understood that they were in good time, and Yuan Keding went to invite Wang Shizhen, who just happened to be in Beijing now. Wang Shizhen was the head of the Beiyang Three Heroes.

"No one greets us today!" Lao Zhang glanced at the crowd not far away, and said in a low voice, "Sooner or later, these grandsons will be so flattering to me!"

The group had no choice but to go to the Liuguo Hotel where they were staying. The city of Beijing has highlighted the imperial power from the beginning of its design, and the functions of each city gate are different. He came outside Chongwenmen with his entourage.

From a distance, you can see a long queue, all of which are merchants from other places. There is an endless stream of carts and carriages. Lao Zhang and his party are large in number and bring a lot of gifts. A small boss rushed over with a few subordinates.

Stopping Zhang Zuolin, the little boss with a scornful smile on his lips always looked uncomfortable, and he cupped his hands at Zhang Zuolin.

"Master, you look like you are from another place. This city of Beijing is at the foot of the emperor, and it is a place with rules. You have brought so many things, you can't pass them in vain!"

Since there was no one to greet him, Zhang Zuolin felt choked up. Seeing that such a big official dared to ask for money, Lao Zhang was filled with anger. If you dare to reach out for the gift from the president, you will die!"

"Hey, my lord, don't get angry, the rules are the rules, and who knows if you smuggled some private goods into Beijing under the banner of giving gifts, we are also responsible. I also know that you are short of time, everyone Don't bother, you pay a thousand oceans, and I'll let you go, your business is important, don't delay!"

As the so-called Tianzimen is high, it can be seen from these arrogant tax officials that Zhang Zuolin is also a powerful man, but in the eyes of these people, he has no weight at all. The little boss grinned and said with his teeth: "We do things quickly. , the money is given, you don’t have to line up like these mud legs, hurry up to the city, get promoted and get rich!”

This guy was still talking, Zhang Zuolin jumped forward and kicked this guy in the chest, Lao Zhang also crawled out of the dead, this kick was full of vigor, and immediately raised this guy six or seven times Stepping away, like a sack, he fell to the ground hard, and immediately passed out.

The other police guards also rushed up, and they attacked very fiercely, and several other tax police officers were also knocked down to the ground. Parents screamed, and there was chaos in front of Chongwen's gate.

The Chongwenmen tax card has existed since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and many foreign officials have to pay taxes honestly. After all, no one dares to mess around at the feet of the emperor.Therefore, these guys are used to being extremely rampant, but today Lao Zhang did the opposite, kicked a leader unconscious on the spot, and immediately exploded.

The police in charge of the tax card blew a sharp whistle, and dozens of people rushed towards this side together, but they were greeted by hundreds of black muzzles.This time Lao Zhang brought two hundred police guards, all of whom were the most skilled and well-equipped. They held water rifles in their hands and stared at the rushing tax police with expressionless faces, as if Staring at a group of prey.

There is no doubt at all, as long as an order is given, the tax police will be beaten into a sieve. They usually bully the common people, but facing these soldiers with live ammunition, they can't get tough no matter what, and their legs back unconsciously.

There are quite a few merchants here in Chongwenmen. When they saw that the arrogant and domineering tax police had been shot to the forehead, they were secretly happy. Some clever people took advantage of the chaos and entered the city one after another, saving taxes and returning Some people wanted to watch the fun, so the scene was chaotic.

At this time, the tax officer in charge also ran over, and he also secretly scolded his subordinates for being confused. He had said earlier that he should try his best not to provoke those uncle Qiuba, and today he was kicked on the iron plate.

The tax official bite the bullet and bowed to Zhang Zuolin again and again: "This general, the subordinates are ignorant. Don't be offended. Brothers have worked hard from a long distance. Don't hang around here. Come to the city quickly. It's important to do business!"

"What? You don't want any money?"

The tax official also broke out in cold sweat, and said in a trembling voice, "No more, no more!"

"Remember that I am Zhang Zuolin of Fengtian 27th Division, and I will come and go frequently in the future. If you dare to ask for another child, be careful of your dog's head!"

Lao Zhang led his people past Chongwenmen with their heads held high, only then did the tax officer realize that this group of people came from a bearded family. Wouldn’t it be courting death to offend them?

After Zhang Zuolin arrived at the Liuguo Hotel where he was staying, he sent someone to deliver the official document to the presidential palace, and then waited for the news of the summons.Zhang Tinglan took Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Tingshu out for a stroll to see the scenery of old Beijing.

"My dad's kick today was so cool, it would be even better if he could smash all the tax cards!"

"That's going to cause big trouble. How many people are pointing to the Chongwenmen tax card to get rich? Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. Do you want to make everyone hate you?"

In fact, 1000 yuan was not much for them, and if Lao Zhang showed his identity as the division commander, these people would not dare to ask for money. In the early years of the Republic of China, the army had not expanded blindly, and the division commander was still a great official.However, Zhang Tinglan also vaguely guessed Lao Zhang's intentions, Zhang Zuolin just wanted to pretend to be naive, to show his rude side, and to paralyze Yuan Datou.

As we were walking, a big teahouse appeared in front of us, full of people and very lively.Teahouses are often a concentrated small society, with all kinds of people, Zhang Tinglan and the others just happened to be tired from walking and wanted to rest their feet.

Strolling into the teahouse, I found a seat near the window, ordered a pot of Jasmine Shuangxun, drank tea, and listened to the chatting of tea customers. There are often know-it-alls in this kind of place, and a man in his forties was talking loudly. Said: "My brothers and sisters, I have found a way to make money. My cousin and brother-in-law told me that the God of Wealth Liang is planning to build a petition group to include all industries. As long as you follow the parade in the streets, you will be given money every day!"

"What is this petition group for?"

"Of course it is a petition for the President. We are tired of being the President and want to be the emperor. I have made up my mind. As long as there is news, I will participate immediately. We are not for the two money, we want to be a hero , this might earn an iron-capped prince for future generations in the future!"

"You'd better find a wife first!" A tea customer booed, and everyone burst out laughing.

At this time, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked into the door of the teahouse. He smelled of alcohol and staggered on his feet. When the shopkeeper of the teahouse saw him, he hurried over and said, "Mr. Song, why do you drink so much?" ?”

The man waved his hand: "I'm not drunk, I'm sober here!" As he spoke, he pointed to his head: "I just want everyone to see me, and also to see the world through me, this bastard's Zheng fu, Asshole big president."

"Third Master, what's the matter with you, don't talk nonsense, I'll ask the buddy to make you some hangover soup."

"Boss, my factory is ruined. I have lost all my hard work for ten years. I advocated industry to save the country before the Qing Dynasty, but in the end it was nothing. I am going to jump into the Shichahai. Before I die, I will tell everyone. In the future If you have money, go eat, drink and play, and do evil, don't do good things, I'm the biggest fool!" After speaking, the middle-aged man burst into tears.

At this moment, two people in gray coats suddenly stood up from the teahouse on the side, and walked over in a few steps: "Mr. Song, don't die in a hurry, and go to the Jingcha Pavilion with us first. How dare you insult the President? It's just boring!"