The black car with the Capital Garrison license plate turned into Houzai Lane, and soon stopped in front of Gate No. 35. Two beautiful and graceful women got out of the back seat, picked up their bags and closed the door politely.
He thanked the driver, who nodded and glanced at the two women's faces with nostalgia. He started the car again and drove into the spacious and majestic office compound next door. The large iron door was then closed again.
Gong Qian looked at the quiet courtyard, feeling lonely in her heart. She shook her head and sighed. Seeing Ye Qing's puzzled look on the side, she burst into laughter. She stuffed the two paper bags in her right hand into Ye Qing's arms, took out the key from her handbag and opened the door.
Bian said that Wu’s mother went back to her hometown to attend her niece’s wedding on the winter solstice and would not be back until after the Chinese New Year. She had to make the meal tonight by herself.
Ye Qing nodded in agreement, opened the door first and walked in. She immediately smelled the alluring aroma unique to spicy hot pot. She inhaled her beautiful nose in confusion, and the aroma became more and more alluring. She immediately turned around and asked:
"Didn't you say there's no one at home? What's going on?"
Gong Qian closed the door and smelled the strange fragrance. After thinking about it, her eyes lit up, and she quickly walked through the small courtyard and entered the front hall. She saw a small square table that came from an unknown place placed in the middle of the front hall. The center of the small square table
There is a beautiful charcoal stove sitting in the round hole,
The spicy soup pot in the exquisite new copper basin on the charcoal stove is steaming hot and the aroma is overflowing. There are small plates of fish fillets neatly placed on the small table, a plate of neatly cut fresh beef slices, two plates of fresh mountain mushrooms and
Boiled peanuts. But where are the people?
Ye Qing put several paper bags filled with vegetables and meat in his arms on the Eight Immortals table inside, and suddenly saw a large handful of bright pink wintersweet in the vase, with little water drops on the fragrant petals.
, praised the beauty happily, turned around, grabbed the paper bag from Gong Qian's hand and threw it on the table, pulled the extremely surprised Gong Qian to the front of the flower and asked loudly:
"Want to lie to me? See for yourself, such an exquisite hot pot banquet, and here, such beautiful wintersweet, where did it come from? Mother Wu is not at home, you can't be the one who secretly raised a girl who can cook and is sentimental at home.
A man, right?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, you damn girl? You are so shameless..."
Gong Qian lightly slapped Ye Qing on the shoulder. In the blink of an eye, she saw a tall figure carrying a tray with several side dishes from the kitchen to the front door steps. Gong Qian's eyes were straight and her lips were trembling. She was suddenly excited.
Speechless.
Ye Qing suddenly felt that there was no sound in the room. The pair of delicate hands on his shoulders trembled slightly. He couldn't help but look at Gong Qian in surprise. Seeing her stunned look, he immediately followed his gaze and saw An An in a white apron.
Yi screamed with excitement: "An Yi? You damn boy finally showed up? You don't know how to come back to visit us when you stay in old Nanchang. I hate you so much..."
"Slow down, slow down! Sister Qing, stop it... wait until the younger brother puts down the dishes on the tray..."
An Yi finally put the tray down safely under Ye Qing's pink fist, turned around and grabbed her cold little hand, pretending to be serious and asked: "Sister Qing, don't you want the New Year's gift from me? If you want to, don't do it.
, otherwise my little brother will be so sad that he will forget where he put the gift."
Ye Qing chuckled, patted An Yi's handsome face, and was very happy: "You have a conscience, take it!"
"Where can I ask for a gift when I meet you? Didn't you see that I'm busy now? I can't even get it after eating, haha!"
An Yi walked towards Gong Qian who was staring at him blankly with tears in her eyes, wiped her hands with her apron, grabbed her icy-muscular hands, and laughed softly: "Sister, I want to give you a surprise, so I didn't
I want to inform you in advance... When I arrived in Nanjing and saw your door locked, I climbed over the wall myself... Sister, don't be like this, I should be happy to see you again..."
Gong Qian took her hands out of An Yi's warm big hands, quickly wiped away the tears of joy, burst into tears and laughed, then stretched out her white hands to straighten An Yi's crooked tie: "When did you arrive?"
"At two o'clock in the afternoon, we took the British passenger ship from Nanchang to Guangzhou. I came over after a meeting in the office next door. How about it? Isn't my result good after working hard all night?"
An Yi held Gong Qian's hand again, pushed her to sit down at the dining table, turned to the smiling Ye Qing and greeted: "Sister Qing, sit down quickly, how about trying my little brother's skills? This is my little brother's arrival.
The old Sichuan wine in Nanchang County a few days ago
I learned it from a master chef. The master chef said that girls in Jiangnan can't eat the strong flavor of Sichuan hot pot, so he specially mixed a new base for me. I brought it all the way from old Nanchang. I hope you won't let it go.
Disappointed!"
Ye Qing sat next to Gong Qian, hugged her shoulders and was filled with envy: "Sister Qian, it would be great if my little sister also had such a lovely brother!"
"Huh? Why do you say that? Isn't Xiaoyi your brother too? When did he treat you as an outsider?"
Gong Qian's words made Ye Qing smile and feel comfortable. The two charming beauties stood up happily, went out to wash their hands and faces, then went back to the bedroom and combed their hair carefully in the mirror, and then returned to the room chatting and laughing.
Sitting down at the small table, I saw that An Yi had already laid out three sets of bowls and chopsticks, and filled three exquisite goblets with amber-colored, fragrant wine. I praised An Yi with satisfaction for his thoughtfulness, delicacy, and grace.
Charcoal fire, fragrant aroma, fine wine, beautiful women, the extremely warm dinner was slowly carried out in an atmosphere full of warmth and joy. The two beauties drank the fine wine, their pretty faces turned red, and An Yi almost couldn't hold his chopsticks with their charming surprise.
, I took a deep breath quietly and almost had to pick my ears to calm down the surging emotions in my heart.
After Ye Qing paid tribute to An Yi, he put down his wine glass: "Xiao Yi, there is a documentary report in the first issue of "Eastern Outlook" released on New Year's Day the day before yesterday. It records the ongoing bandit suppression operation in Yushan and Wuyuan areas in northeastern Jiangxi. The text is smooth and plain.
Make people feel immersive when reading
, the plot has tempting twists and turns, and the ending is enjoyable. Although the whole story only has more than 5,000 words, it is so fascinating. It seems that everyone is talking about it these days. This thickened version of "Eastern Outlook" has been published in all six cities.
It sold out, and I heard the print run reached a record-breaking 80,000 copies.
In the past few days, our colleagues at the newspaper have been speculating about the author of the article. They are very interested in the author whose pen name is Yi An who suddenly appeared. I called He Jing to ask, but this guy refused to tell me. It was really
It really pissed me off! Then I thought that you had been in Nanchang and probably knew the reporter who went to interview you. I didn’t expect that you came just as I was about to find you. Could it be that we have a tacit understanding? "
An Yi chuckled, put down his chopsticks and picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth: "To be honest with Sister Qing, this documentary article was written by my younger brother. It was precisely because my younger brother was in Nanchang that he got first-hand information from the security headquarters responsible for suppressing bandits.
, after writing it in a hurry, I asked Mr. Zhou Chongan, the general manager of Jiangnan Group who was on his way to Shanghai to take it to He Jing. Finally, it was delivered before printing, so that I could meet the readers. This article also received corrections from Mr. Zhou Chongan.
The pen name Yi'an is actually the homophonic pronunciation of my little brother's name in reverse. Now that I've told you, you have to keep it a secret for me."
Ye Qing looked at An Yi with wide eyes and surprise. He was speechless for a while, but Gong Qian asked with joy: "So, the military commentary article on the gains and losses of the battles in Jiangbei was also written by you.
Is it there?”
"Yes, I got anxious when I saw He Yingqin's stubborn way of using troops. He dared to attack all over the place with such little troops. As a result, the battle line stretched to more than 200 kilometers long. The fighting was very difficult, with repeated tug-of-wars.
It took a lot of troops, but fortunately, Han Fuqu and Shi Yousan's troops under General Feng Yuxiang came down from the north of Xuzhou and restrained many reinforcements from Zhang Zongchang and Sun Chuanfang. Otherwise, we don't know how many lives of soldiers would have been sacrificed.
Such blind command with no regard for reality was purely for the sake of success and grandstanding, and he did not cherish the lives of his soldiers at all. What a fucking nonsense! Fortunately, he corrected himself in the later period and quickly concentrated his troops to attack the two key points of Suqian and Xuzhou. The enemy troops mobilized
But we can only regret retreating north, so that our soldiers will die less." An Yi complained angrily.
Gong Qian glared at An Yi angrily: "What are you excited about? You still have the same bad temper... But you are really discerning. On the same day, Mr. Jiang Baili, the famous military strategist, was in Shanghai to accept reports from the North and South newspapers such as Shenbao, The Times, and Ta Kung Pao.
In a joint interview with reporters from major newspapers, the opinions raised about the Jiangbei War were surprisingly similar to yours. Even when a reporter handed over the issue of "Eastern Outlook" that had just been put on sale.
Mr. Jiang Baili, he was very surprised after reading your analysis article. He was full of praise for the views in the article and repeatedly asked the author "Yi An". No one could answer, so our party department paid attention to it. Shanghai Confidential Science and Technology Department
That night I called He Jing to inquire. Unexpectedly, He Jing was no longer what he used to be, and Oriental News Agency was not a domestic news organization. He did not want to tell us that there was nothing anyone could do to him, so I was very impressed."
Ye Qing let out a long sigh: "Before He Jing started to organize the Oriental News Agency, he pulled me there several times, but I was hesitant and unable to make up my mind. My father didn't want me to leave the party newspaper, so I stayed. Unexpectedly
He actually made it so big and so successful. He recruited a group of new people to produce the magazine for several months.
On New Year's Day, the "Oriental News" was reissued while the iron was hot. It was refreshing and the news was timely and accurate. This daily newspaper caused a huge sensation just three days after it came out, and the sales continued to rise. I don't know what method He Jing used to make it so popular all over the country.
Famous people contribute articles or set up columns for him. What a great job!
Xiao Yi, I heard that you lent He Jing a large amount of money when he started his business, which enabled him to purchase the latest printing machines and equipment, use the best newsprint, and hire a group of energetic and talented newspaper reporters.
Elite in the world, right?”
An Yi nodded: "Yes, I am very optimistic about him, and we are all good friends. I will not refuse if I have the ability to support him. Besides, he wants to pay me back after making money. We have more than a dozen factories under Jiangnan Group, and the company is in
He can also get discounts by advertising in his magazines and newspapers. In short, the better he does, the more helpful it will be for our development. It’s a win-win situation!”
"Looking at the look in your eyes, you look like a little money addict who smells like copper!"
Ye Qing laughed and cursed, causing Gong Qian to cover her mouth and snicker, but An Yi ate the food without paying attention, which made Ye Qing resentful, and he gave An Yi a few more punches to relieve his hatred.
The three of them ate and chatted in a relaxed and happy mood. The two beauties' pretty faces turned red after drinking, and An Yi sweated on his forehead before giving up. The three of them cleaned up together, put on exquisite tea sets, brought clay pots and placed them on the charcoal fire.
superior.
Gong Qian finished playing around and waited for the water to boil. When she saw the snowflakes suddenly falling in the yard, her face was full of tenderness. She stretched out her hand and put it next to the small charcoal stove to keep warm. She paused for a moment and took it back to breathe out the mist. She slowly put her hands against the orange flames and
On her face, which was hot with the warmth in her heart, she looked at the snowflakes flying outside the window, and her eyes were filled with a smile of satisfaction.
Ye Qing was holding a brand new Zeiss camera and was very excited. He came to sit next to Gong Qian and smiled happily: "Look, is it beautiful? The latest German camera, it's great! This guy Xiaoyi actually brought it to me.
I really didn’t expect such an expensive gift... Well, this guy has grown up and can figure out women’s hearts. I have to watch him carefully, otherwise I don’t know how many younger brothers and sisters I will provoke!"
An Yi sat down angrily, took out a cigarette and lit it, and asked Gong Qian in a low voice, who was looking at him with a smile: "Sister, are the license plates hanging on our two cars approved by General He Yaozu?"
Gong Qian nodded: "After you left Xiaguan Military Camp and returned to Nanchang, He Yingqin used the excuse of rectifying military discipline and forcibly took back the headquarters license plate originally approved by Commander-in-Chief Chiang. At that time, I also felt very embarrassed, because although the party headquarters existed, it no longer existed.
A few people work, most cars
They all drove to Shanghai and tried to get the license plate of the party headquarters but couldn't find it. Who knew that the next day General Mao Bingwen sent someone to send Chen Yu two special passes stamped with the seal of the garrison headquarters?
It is attached to the back of the windshield and can still go in and out, which is very easy to use.
During the Longtan War, a division of Zhong Zupei's division under General Li Delin marched into Nanjing to exercise garrison, picket and other rights. Generals Gu Zhenglun and Mao Bingwen quit their jobs and immediately made a fuss and wanted to drive away their garrison division. General Li Delin
They had no choice but to come out to comfort and divide their respective scopes of authority. Only then did they appease the two generals Gu Zhenglun and Mao Bingwen.
After the victory in the Longtan Battle, Li Delin and Bai Chongxi were so arrogant that He Yingqin dismissed General Chen Cheng, who was loyal to Commander-in-Chief Chiang Kai-shek, from his position as division commander. General Chen Cheng left in anger without saying goodbye. The division of the Seventh Army that subsequently replaced the 21st Division and stationed in the city was even more arrogant and domineering.
In the name of eradicating the Communist Party, they hunted down and suppressed dissidents everywhere, but strangely, they did not embarrass Chen Yu and your office.
General Mao Bingwen was very interesting. He quickly brought two license plates of the Garrison Headquarters for Chen Yu to put on. He sent out patrols every day to have a look, and from time to time he took a group of brothers from the office to drink. Everyone knew that, on the surface,
To maintain a stable and peaceful situation, they did not provoke each other. Even when Chen Yu and the others drove out every day, no one stopped them.
After asking around a lot, I found out that the deputy commander of the garrison division of the Seventh Army stationed in Nanjing was your former subordinate Chen Zhibiao. He strictly ordered his subordinates to invade your property. He had just been transferred a few days ago. I heard that he was promoted to Bai Chongxi and was newly formed.
The major general and commander of the teaching division of the 13th Army went to the front line of Hunan and Hubei to command the troops to attack the Hunan Army."
An Yi sighed and stopped talking. Ye Qing saw that the originally cheerful and warm atmosphere became so unwilling. After drinking a few sips of tea, he took out a few bottles of red wine collected by Gong Qian and drank it noisily. Gong Qian
Not wanting An Yi to feel uncomfortable, he quickly fetched a wine glass and some dried fruit snacks, and the three of them started drinking again, talking and laughing.
Under the questioning of Ye Qing and Gong Qian, An Yi slowly relaxed and told some interesting stories about his experiences over the past few months, which made the two beauties burst into laughter.
The atmosphere became more and more heated, and An Yi was so excited that he once again told a real interesting story: "There is something I dare not write in my brother's documentary article on the suppression of bandits, but it is very interesting: it is located in the southeast of Sanqing Mountain, a famous Taoist mountain in northeastern Jiangxi.
There is a group of bandits in the hinterland, with more than 600 people in number. They are the largest group of bandits in the local Nine Mountains and Eighteen Villages. The old man
His real name is Mao Yijun. He was a scholar before the Republic of China. Therefore, this guy is more educated than other bandit leaders. He doesn't like to be called Da Dangjia, but likes to be called Mao Xiucai. He is the only bandit den in the entire region that has strict rules.
Each team under his command must have passwords for entry and exit and night patrols. If the passwords are incorrect, a fight will begin.
After our officers and soldiers touched it, they caught a small group of gangsters and interrogated them, asking them what their password was that day. The little leader, who was scared to death, immediately shouted out: I am your father! When our squad leader heard this, how could he respond?
The slap knocked out five or six of the little boss's teeth. The guy collapsed on the ground and howled in pain. While crying, he shouted in grievance: Sir, what I said is true, I am really your father!"
The two beauties laughed heartily, staggering around and wheezing unbearably. They waved their hands again and again when their breathing became smoother, and asked in disbelief, is this possible?
An Yi signaled the two of them not to interrupt: "Listen to me, our squad leader saw that the little leader was about to die and dared to take advantage of it. He was so angry that he pulled out his dagger and interrogated several brothers on the other side.
He quickly ran over, hugged the furious squad leader and explained loudly: Captain, what he said is true.
I didn’t lie to you, don’t be angry! The captain was so angry that he couldn’t speak. The brother holding him quickly explained: Captain, their password is very fucked. Today’s password is: Who are you? The answer is: I am you.
Dad! Then ask: Who are you? The first person to ask has to answer: I am your grandfather..."
An Yi learned the lesson very vividly and realistically. Gong Qian and Ye Qing almost burst out laughing after hearing this. They laughed together at first, and finally they all beat An Yi and breathlessly said, "You guys want to laugh us to death."
…
The two graceful bodies rubbed against An Yi from time to time, making him fascinated and almost losing his nature. Fortunately, a gust of cold wind blew open the two doors in the front hall. The cold wind hit An Yi's head.
Qing Qing, Gong Qian and Ye Qing also couldn't help but shrink their necks.
An Yi looked at his watch and saw that it was already past eleven o'clock in the night. He quickly stood up and said goodbye politely. In the eyes of the two beauties who were reluctant to leave as they walked to the door, he ran quickly to the courtyard gate despite the snowflakes, thinking that he would never leave again.
I can't even find the road after walking for a while...