There are nearly 30 houses in the small western-style building where Chu Yupu lives.

The adjutant took Zhou Hexuan to a side room on the bottom floor and said, "Mr. Zhou, you will live here in the future. Without the command of the commander, you are not allowed to enter and exit the gate at will, nor are you allowed to go to rooms above the second floor without authorization."

"Thank you for your advice," Zhou Hexuan said close, "Dare you ask me about your surname?"

"My name is Chu Nanxiang." The adjutant was easy to talk, but his face was cold and he was quite serious.

Zhou Hexuan knew that this person was also a relative of Chu Yupu based on his surname. It seems that Zhuang Chu likes to be nepotist and does not trust outsiders as rumored.

Zhou Hexuan asked again: "Brother Chu, can I go out for a walk? I can't stay in the Marshal's Mansion all the time."

"I don't know either. Let's go back and ask you," Chu Nanxiang said with a cold face, "I live on the second floor. If you have any questions, you can ask a servant to come to me, but you must not leave at will."

After saying that, Chu Nanxiang turned around and left without giving Zhou Hexuan another chance to slander.

After the adjutant disappeared, Zhou Hexuan began to look at his new residence. This room was obviously for the servants to live in. The furnishings in the house were simple, and the only place that was stronger than the courtyard was that there were electric lights.

Lying on the bed toss and turns, Zhou Hexuan couldn't sleep. Now he was still a little dizzy. He was inexplicably captured by a military leader as a foreign secretary, and it felt like he had an absurd dream.

Chu Yupu has many shortcomings of old warlords: greed for money, tyranny, domineering, ignorant, short-sighted, nepotist... Such a person can even become the governor of Zhili, which is simply ridiculous in the world, and some of the people suffer.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next morning, just dawn, a servant came to knock on the door and invited Zhou Hexuan to have breakfast.

The place to eat was in a room on the bottom floor. After Zhou Hexuan washed up, he went there. Chu Nanxiang, Zhang Wukui, Shen Yaorong and others had already eaten, and they were all around Shuai Shuai.

The dining table is very rich, including soy milk and fried dough sticks, as well as fried pork pickles. Everyone here already has different eating habits.

Chu Nanxiang seemed to have been to military academy and was strict with himself. She sat upright with her waist, eating very quickly but maintaining her demeanor; Shen Yaorong sipped rice with small mouthfuls, carrying the gentleness of a scholar; Zhang Wukui ate mountains and swallowed the sea and ate several bowls of rice in a row.

There is no housekeeper in the Marshal's Mansion yet, but another communicator named Jia He, who is also Chu Yupu's confidant.

After breakfast, Chu Nanxiang personally brought a military uniform and said to Zhou Hexuan: "Put it on, the Grandmaster is going to go out to visit today. I'm going to take you with me. I don't need to write the novel for now."

This is a Beiyang officer's uniform, dark blue all over, and a pair of black horse boots. What surprised Zhou Hexuan was that there was a pistol under the military cap. He was not a military fan, and he could not recognize what model the gun was.

"No bullets?" Zhou Hexuan asked for a long time.

"You don't need it." Chu Nanxiang's answer was very brief.

"That's true." Zhou Hexuan laughed and went back to the house to change his clothes. This broken gun is a decoration, and it is not as useful as a brick without bullets.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, Chu Yupu was finally ready to set off. He waved to Zhou Hexuan and said, "You are with me, and you may meet foreigners later. Don't embarrass this handsome man at that time!"

"Don't worry, handsome man." Zhou Hexuan clasped his fists. He had adapted to his status as a dog.

Shen Yaorong's face was full of jealousy. Zhou Hexuan was just a newcomer, but he followed the commander. However, he had been serving as the commander for five years, but he could only follow Chu Nanxiang and Zhou Hexuan.

"Set off!"

Zhang Wukui walked into the yard and shouted, and immediately seven or eight soldiers ran over, and the large iron gate in front slowly opened.

Chu Yupu was riding in a Ford sedan. He and his adjutant Chu Nanxiang were sitting in the back row, while Zhou Hexuan was sitting in the co-pilot cab. As for the division master Shen Yaorong, he could only ride in a military truck with the big-headed soldiers.

As soon as the convoy drove out of the gate, Li Shoumin suddenly rushed out and shouted excitedly: "Brother Hexuan!"

Zhou Hexuan hurriedly said, "Master, that's my friend."

Chu Yupu said impatiently: "Stop!"

Zhou Hexuan rolled down the car window, Li Shoumin bent down to the window, and said with a guilty look on his face: "Yesterday, the soldiers rushed into the newspaper hall and forced President Liu to inquire about your whereabouts, saying that it was Marshal Chu who wanted to write a novel. I was afraid that they would start killing, so I had to reveal your address. Fortunately, you are fine."

"It's okay, I'm the foreign secretary of the Grand Marshal now. Thanks to Brother Shoumin, I asked for a good job." Zhou Hexuan kept blinking at Li Shoumin while speaking.

Li Shoumin immediately understood and smiled, "Then congratulate Brother Hexuan on his bright future."

"Did you two finish speaking? Get out of here after you finish speaking," Shuai Chu said impatiently, "Drive!"

The driver stepped on the accelerator and almost scratched Li Shoumin's face. Looking at the two cars that were leaving, Li Shoumin cursed in Sichuan dialect: "Don't you be the first to Banban, a turtle son!"

...

During the Republic of China, Tianjin was definitely full of celebrities.

The Beiyang warlords fought all year round, causing countless casualties and injuries to the people. The warlord leaders who had lost war often quit the power and hid in the concession in Tianjin, and still lived happily. From the emperors and princes of the Qing Dynasty, to the presidents and prime ministers of the Republic of China, as well as warlords, celebrities and great writers, opera masters... there are everything in the small Tianjin concession.

Chu Yupu's commander's mansion is also in the Tianjin Concession. Logically speaking, there is no Chinese army allowed in this place. Even if Chu Yupu occupied Tianjin, he would only dare to bring his own guards in, and he could not shoot in the concession, otherwise he would be subject to foreign interference.

After a while, the car stopped in Zhangyuan, the British Concession.

Qiu Ba of the guards first jumped out of the military vehicle and stood in a row with rifles in his arms. The division master Shin Yaorong shouted in a loud voice: "Master is here, open the door quickly!"

An old man came out inside and said in a sharp voice: "Bold slave, this is the emperor's palace..."

"Your Majesty!"

Zhuo Dashui walked over and kicked the iron gate hard, and said righteously: "How many years have passed since the Republic of China? Do you still present the emperor's brochure with me? Tell Puyi that I, Chu Yupu, are here to visit and ask him to come out and take the bus quickly!"

The soldiers were very good at cooperating and raised their guns to aim inside.

The old man said with a stern look and said: "This is the British Concession, the territory of the British Empire, you can try firing a shot!"

Of course, Chu Yupu didn't dare to shoot. He smiled and waved, "Put away all the guns and go and tear me the big iron gate."

"Abide by the order!" The soldiers were eager to try, but the emperor lived inside. They actually wanted to destroy the emperor's house today. This bull can brag for the rest of his life.

Zhou Hexuan snickered. He really convinced the handsome man now.

"stop!"
Chapter completed!