Zhang Tinglan sat on the train, whizzing 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 great changes. Soon Beijing will accompany Yuan Shikai on a journey.
A dream of an emperor for eighty-three days, and then watching this hero leave sadly.
Zhang Tinglan has a sense of urgency in his heart. He must grasp greater power, possess more wealth, train a more powerful army, and reverse the fate of the country.
The layout against Russia has been launched, Zhang Tinglan is sure to get rich returns, and the factory is also under construction. This time Zhang Zuolin appointed Zhang Zuoxiang to be responsible for the military affairs of the 27th Division, and also to take charge of the security of Fengtian, which marked that Zhang Zuoxiang had become a member of the Fengtian faction.
Number two.
In just over three months, the power in Zhang Tinglan's hands has been astonishing. However, he is still a little greedy and needs to develop faster. While he is thinking about how to deal with the Gonggun princes in Beijing, more
But he is planning the construction after returning to Fengtian.
The train entered customs soon. Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Tingshu were both entering Beijing for the first time, and Zhang Tinglan was also the first to experience the scenery of old Beijing. They both seemed very excited.
"Brother Tinglan, I have long heard Mr. Shu say that Beijing is a city with three heads and eight arms. Everywhere is worth seeing, especially the alleys outside the front door!"
Zhang Xueliang said with emotion, and Zhang Tinglan's face began to turn dark. This young marshal was a dandy. Wasn't he talking about the world-famous Eight Hutongs?
"Han Qing, how about I go find the Seventh Master and give you a special license to enjoy the scenery of the capital?"
When Zhang Xueliang heard about his father, he suddenly looked bitter and waved his hands repeatedly. His little thoughts must not let his father know that he came to Beijing to do business, and Zhang Zuolin would never let him do anything wrong!
While they were joking, the train had stopped. Surrounded by many guards, Lao Zhang got off the train. There were many servants behind him carrying specially prepared gifts, and the mighty procession walked out. The people on the side walked out.
As soon as they saw these armed troops, they all consciously moved out of the way.
"What a shame, the emperor has such a big hand, and there is no one to greet him!"
While Lao Zhang was complaining, another platform was crowded with people, most of whom were wearing silk and satin coats. They were officials at first glance, and there were also many officers in generals' uniforms among them, making it noisy.
Zhang Tinglan also came over. He stopped a patrolman who was maintaining order and asked about the situation.
The patrolman looked at Zhang Tinglan, then at Zhang Zuolin and others. He didn't show any stage fright at all. He cupped his hands and said, "These bosses must be from other places. The eldest son went to invite Mr. Wang a few days ago. Now all the bosses in Beijing are here."
The officials are waiting to welcome the Dragon of the North!"
Both Zhang Tinglan and Zhang Zuoxiang understood that they had arrived at the right time. Yuan Keding went to invite Wang Shizhen, who happened to be arriving in Beijing now. Wang Shizhen was the leader of the Three Beiyang Heroes. Although he had been out of politics for many years, his reputation was respected and he was widely regarded by both the government and the public. It was normal for him to receive the highest courtesy.
"No one greets us men today!" Lao Zhang glanced at the crowd surging not far away and whispered: "Sooner or later, these grandsons will have to fawn over me like this!"
The group had no choice but to go to the Liuguo Hotel where they were staying. From the very beginning of the city’s design, the imperial power was highlighted everywhere in the city. The functions of each city gate were different. Officials and merchants traveling to and from Beijing had to go through Chongwen Gate. Zhang Zuolin was no exception.
The entourage arrived outside Chongwen Gate.
From a distance, I could see a long queue, all of them merchants from out of town. There was an endless stream of carts and carriages. Lao Zhang and his party were large in number and brought many gifts. They attracted the attention of the tax police even from a distance.
A small boss came over with a few of his men.
After intercepting Zhang Zuolin, this little leader, who had a deer-headed and rat-like eyes, always had a contemptuous smile on his lips, looked uncomfortable, and he cupped his hands towards Zhang Zuolin.
"Military Lord, you look like you are from out of town. This city of Beijing is at the feet of the Emperor and is a place with rules. You have brought so many things, so you cannot pass in vain!"
Since there was no one to greet him, Zhang Zuolin was holding back his stomach. Seeing that such an official as big as a sesame seed and a mung bean dared to reach out and ask for money, Lao Zhang suddenly filled his chest with anger. Yuan Jinkai, who was closely following him, shouted sternly: "This is for Yuan Da."
If you dare to reach out for a gift from the president, it will cost you your life!"
"Hey, sir, don't be angry. Rules are rules. Besides, who knows whether you are smuggling some private goods into Beijing under the guise of giving gifts. We are also responsible. I also know that you are pressed for time. Everyone is
Don't bother, you pay a thousand yuan, and I will let you go. You have something important to do, so don't delay it!"
As the saying goes, the emperor's family is high, which can be seen from these arrogant tax collectors. Zhang Zuolin is also a powerful person, but he has no weight in the eyes of these people. The little boss smiled and bared his teeth and said: "We can do things quickly.
, the money is given, you don’t have to wait in line like these idiots, hurry up and go to the city, get promoted and make a fortune!"
This guy was still going to speak. Zhang Zuolin suddenly moved forward and kicked this guy in the chest. Lao Zhang also crawled out from the pile of dead people. This kick was so powerful that he immediately lifted this guy up six or seven times.
He took a step away and fell to the ground like a sack, and he fainted immediately.
Other guards also rushed forward, and they were very ruthless. Several other tax policemen were also knocked to the ground. Their parents screamed, and chaos suddenly broke out in front of Chongwen's door.
The Chongwenmen tax card has been around since the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Many foreign officials have to pay taxes honestly. After all, no one dares to act recklessly under the emperor's feet. The less trouble they can cause, the less trouble they will cause. Therefore, they are used to these guys being extremely rampant.
, today Lao Zhang did the opposite and kicked a boss unconscious on the spot, causing an explosion immediately.
The policeman in charge of the tax card blew a sharp whistle, and dozens of people rushed here together. What greeted them was hundreds of black muzzles. This time Lao Zhang brought two
Hundreds of guards, all the most skilled and well-equipped, held water rifles in their hands and stared expressionlessly at the tax policemen rushing over, as if they were staring at a group of prey.
There is no doubt that with just one order, the tax policemen will be beaten into a sieve. They usually bully the people, but in the face of these soldiers with live ammunition, they can't stand up and their legs unconsciously step back.
There are many vendors here in Chongwenmen. When they saw the arrogant and domineering tax policemen with their guns pointed to their foreheads, they secretly cried out in joy. Some clever people took advantage of the chaos and entered the city one after another, saving taxes and returning money.
Some people wanted to watch the excitement, so the scene was extremely chaotic.
At this time, the tax official in charge also ran over, and he secretly scolded his subordinates for being stupid. He had already said that he should try to avoid provoking those Qiu Ba uncles as much as possible. Today he was kicked on the iron plate.
The tax collector bravely bowed to Zhang Zuolin and saluted: "General, please don't be offended by the ignorance of the people under your command. My brothers have worked hard to come all the way. Don't be stuck here and hurry into the city."
It’s important to do business!”
"What? You don't want any money?"
Cold sweat broke out on the tax collector's head, and he said with a trembling voice: "No, no!"
"Remember, I am Zhang Zuolin of the 27th Fengtian Division. I will come and visit you often in the future. If you dare to ask for another son, be careful of your dog head!"
Lao Zhang and his men walked past Chongwen Gate in a high-spirited manner. Only then did the tax collector remember that these people were originally from Huzi. If you offend them, you are seeking death!
After Zhang Zuolin arrived at the Liuguo Hotel where he was staying, he sent someone to submit an official document to the Presidential Palace, and then waited for news of the summons. Zhang Tinglan took Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Tingshu out for a walk around 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!"
"Then we'll be in big trouble. How many people are pointing to Chongwenmen's tax card to get rich. Cutting off someone's financial path is like killing their parents. Do you want to make everyone hate you?"
In fact, a thousand yuan is not much to them, and if Lao Zhang revealed 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 blindly expanded, and the division commander was still a great official. However,
Zhang Tinglan also vaguely guessed Lao Zhang's intention. Zhang Zuolin wanted to act stupid and show his rude side to paralyze Yuan Datou.
As I was walking, a large teahouse appeared in front of me. It was bustling with people and very lively. A teahouse is usually a small and condensed society, with people from all walks of life. Zhang Tinglan and the others happened to be tired from walking and wanted to take a rest.
I strolled into the teahouse, found a seat near the window, and ordered a pot of double-smoked jasmine. While drinking tea, I listened to the tea guests chatting. There are often know-it-alls in places like this. A man in his forties was talking loudly.
He said: "Dear young and old men, brother, I have found a way to make money. My cousin-in-law told me that Liang Caishen is planning to form a petition group that will include various industries. As long as you follow the parade on the streets, you will be given money every day!"
"What is this petition group doing?"
"Of course I am petitioning the president. We are tired of being the president and want to be the emperor. I have thought about it. As long as there is news, I will join immediately. We are not just for the two money, we want to be a hero of Conglong
, maybe in the future I can earn an iron-hatted prince for future generations!"
"You'd better find your wife first!" Some tea guests booed, and everyone burst into laughter.
At this moment, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked in outside the door of the teahouse. He smelled of alcohol and staggered. When the teahouse owner saw him, he hurriedly came over and said, "Song Sanye, why did you drink so much?
?”
The man waved his hand: "I'm not drunk, I'm sober here!" He pointed to his head: "I just want everyone to see me and see the world through me, this bastard government, bastard
The great president.”
"Third Master, what's wrong with you? Stop talking nonsense. I'll ask the guy to get you some hangover soup."
"Shopkeeper, my factory is finished. I have spent ten years of hard work. In the past, I advocated industry to save the country, but in the end it was all in vain. I am going to jump into the Shichahai Sea. Before I die, I will tell you that from now on
If you have money, go eat, drink, have fun, do bad things, never do good things, I am the biggest fool!" After saying this, the middle-aged man burst into tears.
At this moment, two men in gray coats suddenly stood up from the tea seat nearby and walked over in a few steps: "Song Sanye, don't be in a hurry. Come to the police cabinet with us first. How dare you insult the president?