"Good news! Mr. Corleon, good news!" Yu Xuezhong walked in with a smile and walked directly to me.

"General Yu, what good news?" I stood up.

Yu Xuezhong said happily: "The Young Marshal just sent a telegram saying that he would visit you when he was here in the evening."

"This is great, great." I laughed too.

After waiting for two days, the young coach finally arrived.

That night, after dinner, accompanied by Yu Xuezhong, our group went to the airport to greet him. The airport was not very big, but was a military airport for the Northeast Army.

At around 7 o'clock in the evening, I saw an airplane slowly parked on the runway. The cabin door opened and a figure appeared in front of the cabin door.

Although it was July, he was still dressed neatly and rigorously. He was very heroic in a military uniform. He had several medals hanging on his chest and his handsome face. He looked so comfortable no matter how he looked.

"I am worthy of being one of the fourth sons of the Republic of China." I nodded secretly.

He walked off the plane and was the first to walk to me.

"Mr. Corleon, Hanqing was ashamed of not going to greet him in person, but he made me tired. I was really ashamed." Zhang Xueliang walked up to me, took off his white gloves and held my hand.

"Young Marshal, you are the main focus of state affairs, and the main focus of state affairs." My answer surprised Zhang Xueliang.

"Young Marshal, Mr. Corleon speaks Chinese very well!" Yu Xuezhong quickly reminded him.

Zhang Xueliang and I laughed at the same time.

We walked side by side. When we walked to the airport, Zhang Xueliang suddenly stopped.

"Mr. Corleon. Are you bringing these people?" Zhang Xueliang pointed to the 50 elites of the factory guards brought by Darren next to the airport.

"Yes, it's right, a member of the factory guards of DreamWorks." I nodded.

"Factory Guards?" Zhang Xueliang was very interested and walked over.

At the age of 30, he is now in the limelight and is very interested in these things.

When he walked up to him, Zhang Xueliang shook hands with Darren Oliver, and then had a conversation, impressed by the quality and equipment of the factory guards.

"Mr. Corleon, your factory guards are really elite! If Han Qing had such a team, it would be a great pleasure for life!" Zhang Xueliang was amazed, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

The two men were opened to traffic, and the car passed through the night and drove directly to the Chengshun Palace.

"Mr. Corleon, you are the person I respect the most. Although I am a soldier, I like art very much. Movies are very interested in. In this regard, I like Mr.'s movies the most. I often showcase Mr.'s movies in the Northeast Army to educate them to serve the country, and the effect is very good." Zhang Xueliang looked out the car window and laughed.

Then he looked at me and said, "Sir, you come to inspect this time, so you have to stay with me for a while. Although things are very busy during this period, when things are over, I will definitely chat with you!"

After saying that, he immediately started to laugh.

Under the dim light, this face is very savory.

The car drove into the Shuncheng Palace, and Zhang Xueliang personally hosted the living room. In a huge living room, there were five or six senior generals of the Northeast Army, all of whom were Zhang's confidants. In addition, it was me, Feimu, Stenborough and others.

"Mr. Corleon. China is not like the United States. Nowadays, state affairs are in corruption and people are living in poverty, so it is a great blessing for our country to visit. Hanqing replaced wine with tea and toast a cup!" Zhang Xueliang picked up the cup and was very polite.

After drinking the tea, Zhang Xueliang waved his hand to the people around him. The man stepped down and took out a brocade box.

"Mr. Corleon. Xueliang has nothing to give to you. I have treasured this painting for a long time. I will give it to Mr. Zhang Xueliang personally opened the brocade box and slowly unfolded the painting.

A landscape painting, named Tang Yin.

The authentic works of Tang Bohu.

This painting is naturally valuable.

"Young Marshal is really polite. I also have a gift here, Nico." I turned around and nodded to Nico.

Nico took out a list and handed it to me.

I handed it over to Zhang Xueliang. Zhang Xueliang was initially puzzled, but after taking the list and reading it, he immediately became excited.

"Mr. Corleon, your gift is so heavy! It's so heavy!" He looked at me, his face with a sick blush, and then he started coughing.

That list is the gift we brought from Hong Kong. Ten thousand dragon-type submachine guns, 500,000 bullets, 50 heavy artillery, and other weapons.

"Young Marshal! This gift is too heavy! You can equip an elite brigade!" Yu Xuezhong stood beside him and said loudly.

"Mr. Corleon, this gift is too heavy! Hanqing must not accept it. Xuezhong, let's arrange someone to buy it at the market price tomorrow." Zhang Xueliang turned his face to Xuezhong.

"Yes! But young coach, we are a little tight on our hands, this..." Yu Xuezhong's face became much embarrassed.

I gave Zhang Xueliang these things. If I don’t collect all the 10,000 dragon-style charge money, it would be impossible to get it without 3 million US dollars. This money is not a small amount for Zhang Xueliang.

But I didn't expect that their current economic strength is not very good. After all, they control eight provinces.

When Zhang Xueliang heard this, he frowned and was about to get angry, but I burst into laughter.

"Young Marshal, aren't you slapping me in the face? If I want to sell these things in Shanghai, I will sell them. It is impossible to bring these things to Beijing. Young Marshal, I admire the Northeast Army and you are the men who stand upright, so please accept them." I smiled.

"Young Marshal, Mr. Corleon treats us well, so accept it!" Yu Xuezhong said loudly.

We have gotten along well these days, and Yu Xuezhong has a great impression of us.

"Mr. Corleon, then I'll accept it." Zhang Xueliang finally nodded.

The atmosphere between the host and the host was very friendly. I was chatting from all over the world. Many of my views made Zhang Xueliang nod repeatedly. The more the two of them talked, the more they became more and more speculative, and then they talked about the situation in the Northeast and the Japanese.

My analysis of the situation in Northeast China has shown Zhang Xueliang's heart.

"Young Marshal, it's very late, it's time to rest." A man next to him, who looked like a doctor, whispered to Zhang Xueliang.

I looked at my watch. It was already twelve o'clock.

I stood up and wanted to get up and say goodbye, but was stopped by Zhang Xueliang.

"Mr. Corleon, Xueliang has never been so speculative with others. Today, we stay here on the shore. We learn from the ancients, sleep with our feet and have a good talk." Zhang Xueliang's words were deeply impressed by me.

Darren's eyes widened, I knew what he meant, and he was worried about my safety.

I smiled and said to Darren and the others: "You guys go back, I'll stay with the young coach."

Darren and others had to leave, and Zhang Xueliang, the Northeast Army, also sent his subordinates. The two of us lived in a side hall in the royal palace, which was Zhang Xueliang's bedroom, which was arranged very carefully.

After washing up, Zhang Xueliang asked someone to bring a bed table to the huge bed. We sat cross-legged and continued to chat.

"What do you think of the situation in China, sir?" Zhang Xueliang looked at me and said.

"Since the fall of the Qing Dynasty, China has been in a melee, and although warlords have been nominally unified, the warlords have been divided, and the people have suffered from external troubles, and they are in trouble." I took a sip of tea.

Zhang Xueliang continued, "Does sir think China can achieve substantial unity?"

His words were a bit meaningful.

"It will be natural to divide it for a long time, and I will be able to separate it for a long time." I spread my hands.

"Then which faction can take this important task?" Zhang Xueliang's face became a little more serious.

It can be seen that this young man is now full of wind and seems to be very interested in competing for the Central Plains.

"There are many warlords in China, and the form is like the chaotic times at the end of the Han Dynasty. Yan Xishan, Feng Yuxiang and others are just people who guard the land and have no such ability. Cao Aman is the one in Nanjing." I whispered.

This made Zhang Xueliang smile embarrassedly. It seemed that he agreed with me very much, but he was very unwilling to accept it in his heart. After all, he is also a prince now.

"Why did Mr. Corleon have such a conclusion?" Zhang Xueliang whispered.

"They are nominally the heirs of Mr. Zhongshan, and in fact they have mastered the central government. After last year's war, they have established their position. At present, the lack of land is just time." I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "But it's a pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that the luck is not good." I smiled.

Zhang Xueliang was energetic, looked at me, and waited for me to continue talking.

"The country is already in chaos, and it is necessary to take a lot of effort to solve this situation. Once foreign invasions invade, there will be more variables." When I said this, I was unwilling to continue.

Zhang Xueliang naturally understood what I meant.

"Sir, what he said is. What he said is." Zhang Xueliang sat there, stood there, and after a long time, he sighed.

"Mr. Corleon, I admire your personality very much. No one can say these words elsewhere. Mr. Hanqing was so honest, so Hanqing was open and honest." Zhang Xueliang looked at me and said, "In the eyes of outsiders, I am now full of glory, but in fact I am walking on thin ice."

I didn't speak, I just listened carefully.

"The northeast has been in constant worries, the Japanese are eyeing each other, and the Northeast Army has been constantly divided. Last year, I ordered 200,000 Northeast Army to enter the pass, and the situation is just getting better. Now I have control over eight provinces, but Nanjing is not at ease with me. Many restrictions will not make me stand out. The situation is difficult. I am alone and often feel weak in turning things around."

When Zhang Xueliang said this, he leaned on the bed, and his face showed a look of sorrow and anger. "Nothing else, everyone is a pawn." He said this sentence word by word, a little decadent.

"I won't talk about this anymore, I won't talk about this anymore. Mr. Corleon, when you come to China for inspection, what else do you want to go besides Shanghai and Peking?" Zhang Xueliang asked.

"Northeast." I laughed.

The sentence "Northeast!?" made Zhang Xueliang sit up all of a sudden.

He never expected that I would go to the Northeast, which was his hometown.

"Whether in terms of culture or monuments, the Northeast is not a good place." Zhang Xueliang laughed.

"Young Marshal, I'm actually here for an inspection this time, but I want to shoot a movie even more." At this time, I no longer hide it.

"Make a movie in China?" Zhang Xueliang was radiant.

"If it is possible to draw, shoot it in the Northeast. I want to shoot a movie that reflects the current situation of China." I smiled, and then told Zhang Xueliang about the movements of the Japanese that I learned. Of course, I did not tell him that a war would break out.

"The Japanese have reached such a point!" Zhang Xueliang clenched his fists and slammed them on the bed table, frowning.
To be continued...