"Zhuo...Commander Zhuo, why is it you?" Mo Weijiang looked at Zhuo Yiqing in surprise.

Although she put on a gorgeous red outfit, Mo Weijiang still recognized the beautiful and sassy woman in front of him at a glance as Commander Zhuo of the Chinese Navy's Second Fleet.

Commander Zhuo is not a simple man. The sea area controlled by their second fleet is in enemy-occupied territory.

Maritime merchants from Jiangsu and Zhejiang have to purchase the flag of the Second Fleet before they can go to sea.

The Mo family is the largest maritime merchant in Fuzhou, and it is inevitable to have connections with the Second Fleet when sailing on the sea.

Therefore, Mo Weijiang shamelessly asked to see Zhuo Yiqing twice.

Now this woman is standing in her yard pointing a gun at her son.

"Boss Mo, your son is so powerful. He actually kidnapped me and even offered me 50,000 Chinese dollars to accompany him for one night. Do you think I'm worth the price?" Zhuo Yiqing smiled evilly.

laugh.

Mo Lingfeng was stunned on the spot. This girl, no, her aunt was actually the commander of the fleet.

He also knew that the Chinese navy had a female commander, but he had only heard about it.

Zhuo Yiqing's identity is relatively hidden. After all, they are still flying under the banner of the Red Flag Army.

Only people of Mo Weijiang's level know about Zhuo Yiqing.

"Commander Zhuo, please calm down. This bastard is lawless, so Mo broke his legs right now." Mo Weijiang did as he said, snatching a stick as thick as a rolling pin from the servant's hand, and went up to it.

Mo Lingfeng was hit on the leg.

There was only a "crack" sound, and Mo Lingfeng's calf was broken.

Mo Weijiang is really capable of doing this.

In fact, he felt very distressed in his heart. It was precisely because of his distress that he had to take action.

This female commander was a pirate, she was decisive in killing, and she would not betray her reputation.

Mo Lingfeng didn't even hide, he just stood there.

He had been frightened out of his wits for a long time. He only came to his senses after being beaten.

But this time I was overcome with heartbreaking pain.

Zhuo Yiqing did not expect Mo Weijiang to be so decisive. In this case, she would not be able to continue punishing Mo Lingfeng.

"Commander Zhuo, Mo is preparing to donate a sum of money to our Red Flag Army. He will be sent to the office of the Second Fleet later."

The Second Fleet does not have a dedicated office in Fuzhou, but only has an office in the Navy Office.

Zhuo Yiqing originally planned to direct and act in a good play. Unexpectedly, it ended just as it started.

She could only return in despair. Recently, Zhuo Yiqing had been feeling a little confused.

She has been thinking about borrowing seeds. This kind of thing is too absurd. But she thinks of her son Zhuo Lang.

She decided to give it a try anyway.

Anyway, this kind of thing can't be regarded as making money for oneself.

In the palace of the head of state, Dong Liang and Kang Laoba were chatting. The attendant suddenly came to inform that Zhuo Yiqing, commander of the Second Fleet, asked the head of state to come to the house for a briefing.

Zhuo Yiqing also divided a small courtyard in Fuzhou City. The courtyard was not big, with only two entrances, but it was very exquisite.

This courtyard originally belonged to an official family. The layout of the courtyard is reasonable. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. The owner put a lot of effort into the matching of every plant and tree.

Zhuo Yiqing originally didn't need a yard. She had completely adapted to life at sea. It was impossible for a woman like the wind to lock herself in a boudoir in the city.

The children of Jianghu have a bit of chivalry in them.

However, Zhuo Yiqing also has a son, and she hopes that Zhuo Lang can live a happy life in the future.

"Dong dong dong..." There was a knock on the courtyard door, and Dong Liang arrived as promised.

From Dong Liang's point of view, this female subordinate rarely asked for anything from him. Even the equipment and salary of the Second Fleet, Zhuo Yiqing rarely asked for it.

Except this time, Zhuo Yiqing said he wanted to resign as acting director of the Jiangbei General Administration.

Dong Liang could also understand this point. After all, a general who led the army was also busy with administrative matters. On the one hand, he was too busy. Administrative matters were too cumbersome.

On the other hand, this power is too great, and over time it can easily arouse the jealousy of others.

"Head of State, please." Zhuo Yiqing had changed into a white tube top Song-style dress, and the snow-white skin on her neck could not help but make people's eyes shine.

Dong Liang thought that Zhuo Yiqing called him to his home because he wanted to talk to him privately about Jiangbei's affairs.

Therefore, he came without hesitation.

Dong Liang followed Zhuo Yiqing into the house. Lan Ting arranged guards at various important locations in the yard, and then followed Dong Liang himself.

"I'm discussing things alone with the head of state. It's okay. Don't you still trust me?" Zhuo Yiqing glanced at Lan Ting and said.

Zhuo Yiqing is indeed someone who should be trusted, because Zhuo Lang is also a Chinese.

Lan Ting is now a full-time security guard and is very dedicated.

He glanced at Dong Liang, and after Dong Liang nodded, Lan Ting stayed outside, but he had to pay attention to the layout around the yard.

Not far from Zhuo Yiqing's house, Zhou Tenghu's new home has already been arranged. Zhao is currently assisting Yang Yingying in his work at the school. His daughter is studying at a government-run elementary school in the inner city.

Both sons are studying abroad in junior classes. The family seems much cooler.

The houses of senior Chinese officials are allocated according to their rank, and the Zhou family's courtyard also has three entrances, so there is no problem in accommodating a hundred or ten people.

Zhou Tenghu is very frugal. There are only five service staff arranged by the Chinese in the yard, and he has not hired anyone else.

High-ranking Chinese people are prohibited from keeping slaves, but according to their rank, each family can arrange a certain number of service personnel, and the wages of these service personnel are paid by the Chinese government.

This work is now managed by the newly established Ministry of the Interior.

There were four people sitting in the Zhou family's restaurant, Zhao Liewen, Guan Yan, Tang Qihua and Zhou Tenghu sitting around a table.

The four of them are good friends. Zhao Liewen is also Zhou Tenghu's brother-in-law. It is because of Zhou Tenghu that they all joined the Chinese clan.

Before, the four of them went their separate ways and were busy with their own work, but now they finally get together.

"Hui Fu, the war in Guangxi has been a bit long. The head of state always likes quick decisions." Zhou Tenghu knew that his brother-in-law was talented, but talented people also have personalities.

Usually when he has a chance, he will make a few remarks.

"Brother-in-law, the war is going well. Our tactics have a strong advantage over the Qing army. The reason why we fought in Wuzhou for so long this time is to encircle and reinforce the point. You see, once Wuzhou is taken, the surrounding people

We basically won several prefectures without any effort."

"What's more, this is also the meaning of the head of state. When encountering a strong city, we should not attack it by force, and we should not fight a stupid battle with the living. This is also what the head of state said."

"Taofu, when it comes to fighting, we are not as good as Huifu. You are a bit of a master at what you do." Guan Yan on the side interrupted Zhou Tenghu's education with a smile.

Zhao Liewen's status is not lower than theirs, he is a new star in the army. Zhou Tenghu always talks to his brother-in-law in a preaching tone, which is a bit too much.

"Yes, Taofu, there are specialties in the art, so you need to practice more and cultivate your mind."

Zhou Tenghu was delighted: "Hahaha, I came to my house with you to drink my wine, and even taught me a lesson."

"Huifu, don't think too much." Zhou Tenghu looked outside the door and said, "Your sister nags me every day, asking me to take more care of you. She is worried that you will become proud and complacent if you suddenly ascend to a high position."

"Thank you, brother-in-law, for your teaching. I will definitely keep it in my heart," Zhao Liewen said solemnly.

When he was in his twenties, he became the commander-in-chief of a party, which was indeed a high position.

Under the rule of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the most he could do was serve as an aide.

"Zhenhua, how is your Xiamen University going now?"

"Look, I was right when I asked you to come and join the Chinese. If you were elsewhere, where would there be anyone to support you in building such a big school?"

"Okay, I'll toast you, but Taofu, my life now is not as comfortable as it used to be. Fuzhou University has published a school magazine, and they write articles every day to criticize my Xinxue. I am weak here, and I am alone in my verbal quarrels." Confucian scholars can't stop for a moment, and even if they want to sit down and drink a cup of tea quietly, they can't." Unexpectedly, Tang Qihua started to complain.

After Chen Li became the dean of the academic department, he began to promote Dong Liang's policy of a hundred schools of thought contending. The first was to support major universities in establishing their own journals.

The atmosphere was filled with excitement for a while. Scholars are all the same. Who doesn’t want to make a statement for themselves? In the past, it was too difficult to write a book or publish an article. Now that they have such an opportunity, how can they miss it? Woolen cloth.

As we all know, these scholars are most fond of verbal and written criticism.

"Haha, Zhenhua, you should pay attention to your health." Zhou Tenghu said with a smile.

He is quite upright and doesn't have many friends around him, but these are the only ones he gets along well with.

Zhou Tenghu cherishes this friendship very much.

"Huifu, I want to ask when you can take over Yunnan. The library at my home has been sealed off by the local government. Now you can only bring it back after you regain it." Tang Qihua asked Zhao Liewen.

"Yunnan? There is no plan yet. This is a grand strategy. Maybe only the head of state knows about it. In fact, the Chinese strategy has been changing with the situation."

Several people looked at Guan Yan. He was by the head of state's side and had access to first-hand information.

Guan Yan was the person close to the head of state. He knew that he could not speak nonsense, but not all words could not be said.

"Guangxi borders Yunnan, Guizhou, and Hunan. It's hard to say what the next strategy will be. The high probability is Hunan. The head of state seems to be very afraid of the Hunan Army. But Yunnan is not impossible. After all, it borders Burma, and Burma is bordered by the British India. Colonies are built together..."

"Zeng Disheng's Hunan Army is really great. It will become a strong army in the future. If I hadn't met the head of state, I would have been ready to join Zeng Disheng," Zhou Tenghu said.

Guan Yan had not heard Dong Liang mention anything about Myanmar, but he often saw Dong Liang writing and drawing on the map of Myanmar.

Moreover, Dong Liang not only often studied the map of Myanmar, but also asked the ANBU to find a caravan businessman who traveled to Myanmar to inquire about the local road conditions.
Chapter completed!