And he kept his promise. After Liang Yueying left, he personally made a call to the French Concession, and the Chinese director answered the phone.
"Release that Zhang Xicheng."
The Chinese director looked embarrassed and stumbled: "Commander, I'm afraid this won't be easy to handle."
"I don't want to say the same thing a second time. Should you release the person alive, or should I go to the concession in person to ask for the person?" Song Shishan's tone was as tough as ever.
Knowing his uncompromising character, the Chinese directors are usually very capable people in foreign affairs, but now facing the commander-in-chief, they have to start pretending to be grandsons:
"Commander, Boss Zhang is just an actor. Look..."
"Zhang Xicheng is an actor and a compatriot of ours. It seems that the directors don't understand what I say." When Song Shishan was bluffing, even the president gave him a lot of respect, let alone a small director.
Immediately, all escape routes were blocked and a death order was issued:
"In this case, there is no need to talk about it anymore. I will immediately drive the tank to Shanghai to see whether the foreign guns are stronger, or my American fighter jets and German cannons!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone with a bang.
Over in the concession, the Chinese directors immediately negotiated with the foreigners, and there was a heated exchange of words, but neither side gave in.
The Chinese director also showed kindness and power: "Calm down, we are also very troubled by such a stupid young man in Shanghai. It's just Marshal Song's face that we have to give him. He has always been a master who refuses to accept and is not angry. Others say that we should start a war."
, maybe just for fun. But he said he wanted to fight. If no one is seen before dark, the tanks will come across the river tomorrow morning."
This time the foreigners were also angry: "Do you think we are frightened? If he wants to fight, he will fight. Am I still afraid of him? At worst, we will start another Opium War!"
When the Chinese directors heard what he said, they felt that not only the black gauze hat on their heads would not be protected, but also the heads on their heads would not be protected.
He quickly confided in his heart and said: "Well, forget it if it's someone else, but you must have heard about this Marshal Song before. He stationed troops in the north of the Yangtze River, and even the president gave him a lot of respect. If a war really starts, I'm afraid the war situation will be out of control.
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The foreigner hesitated for a moment, and because of Marshal Song's power, he had to pinch his nose and nod.
Zhang Xicheng was unaware of all the goings-on outside. While he was quietly waiting to die, he saw the prison door being opened, and a beam of light softly hit his face, illuminating the fine and dense beard that had grown up during the two days in prison.
On the stubble.
The next moment, Shen Xingchu came in wiping away tears, ran towards him, hugged his waist tightly, and buried her palm-sized face in his chest. However, she saw that he had lost a lot of weight in the past two days in prison.
"Master, you don't know how worried I am about you. I can't sleep at night, and I look forward to your coming out every day. I asked everywhere, begged grandpa to report to grandma, and luckily I rescued you."
Zhang Xicheng ignored her and rubbed her nose and tears on his chest, and said with some disbelief: "You saved me?"
Shen Xingchu nodded. It was not considered a lie. She asked others to save the master, which meant she saved him.
Zhang Xicheng nodded slightly, without even a word of thanks, he just asked: "Has there been any news from the second lady in the past two days?"
She was such a delicate girl who had been pampered since she was a child. After being severely hurt by herself, she still didn't know what happened to her.
But I heard the young disciple say: "Master, the second lady is getting married. Fortunately, you stopped your losses in time and got rid of this snobby and snobbish person. Who would have thought that she is so clinging to the dragon and the phoenix, climbing high and shunning low."
"Ah Yue...is getting married?" Zhang Xicheng obviously hadn't recovered from the dark cell. His mind was still shutting down, but his heart was tight.
"Who is she going to marry?"
Shen Xingchu didn't hide anything, and told all about Liang Zhai's dowry preparation: "It's Song Shishan, Marshal Song."
Even if she didn't tell him, the fact that Marshal Song came to ask for marriage caused a storm in Shanghai, and the master would know about it sooner or later.