The little white-faced left, and once again with humiliation and fear. But when the fat girl was leaving, she arrogantly made an unpolite gesture to Yang Feng. Now Yang Feng liked her much more.

"Thank you!" Yang Feng said to the lieutenant general with a smile, and then took out a bag of soft shells from his pocket. He didn't smoke much, but he would occasionally come with one, so he often put it in his pocket.

The Lieutenant General looked at the red cigarette box unexpectedly, then took out one. Yang Feng threw away Zhibao very casually and lit it for him with a flattering look.

"I am brave enough to draw a gun in front of the Beijing Hotel. Do you know where this is?" said the lieutenant general with a smile.

"Fuck! It's time to force you, even if the Presidential Office should take action, you have to take action." Yang Feng said while dissipating cigarettes to the other officers.

"I ambitious!" Lieutenant General patted his shoulder and said, "I sang well that day, and I'll be ambitious when I listened to it. Oh, and, the cigarette is good, and the lighter is good too!"

At this moment, a black car parked in front of the door, and a fat man with big ears walked out. The lieutenant general quickly brought people to meet him. Yang Feng immediately took the Yang family into the hotel.

"Brother Jie San, you have made you spend money again!"

"Mr. Weizhou is my honor to come. What is some drinks worth!" The greetings of two people came from behind.

"Wang Weizhou?" Yang Wenbin was suddenly stunned when he heard the sound.

"What's the origin?" Yang Feng asked.

"Wang Shuhan, Prime Minister Wang, Zhang Xueliang's number one civil servant, and secretary-general of the Beiping camp." Yang Wenbin said with a sneer.

"That lieutenant general?" Yang Feng continued to ask for advice humbly.

"Jie San, the Northwest Army whose name is Jie San is, seems to be Tong Linge and the deputy commander of the 29th Army." Yang Wenbin thought for a while and said.

Yang Feng was shocked. He really didn't know who Prime Minister Wang was, but Tong Lingge was different. Anyone who didn't wander around when studying history was not aware of Tong Lingge. When he thought that he was smoking a box of cigarettes like a national hero and two old men who were closely watched by his wife, Yang Feng couldn't help but feel a little excited.

No, aren’t the Northwest Army’s lonely ghosts, who should be guarding the barren mountains and rivers of Chahar at this time, lost their pants? How could they be so luxurious that they went to and from Beijing hotels?

"What else can the Northwest Army do when they come here? Just ask Zhang Xueliang for military pay. How can a barren Chahar support a 60,000 or 70,000 troops? Whether it is Chiang Kai-shek or Zhang Xueliang, they all hold the idea of ​​letting them die there. They don't let down their faces and beg their grandparents to make a living. How can they make a living? It's a pity, when Feng Yuxiang was in full swing, these people were so glorious, now they are in the sun!"

Yang Wenbin was feeling emotion! A classic word appeared in Yang Feng’s mind, “Chao Cold Stove”.

He remembered it very clearly. Later, the 29th Army controlled Peking. Although it was not clear about the year it was, it became the territory of others in a few years. This is absolutely true. So isn’t it a good opportunity for investment now?

Besides, even if you give them some help to Tong Linge, Zhang Zizhong, and Zhao Dengyu, it would not be a loss to give them some help.

Since he had determined his goal, Yang Feng naturally would not hesitate. He had a meal with the Yang family for a while, then came out and touched the place where Tong Linge and others had eaten, and then walked to the guards with a smile.

The two guards were not willing to suck the soft China, and each one clamped the ears on each of them, so they looked particularly friendly in Yang Feng. When Yang Feng sent another one, they became even more friendly.

"The officers are talking about things inside and don't let them in." A guard said apologetically while smoking a cigarette. Of course, he knew that Yang Feng would not come here for no reason.

"It's okay, I just heard a lot about our Northwest Army's reputation, so I want to know you." Yang Feng said in a smog, sucking clouds and fog.

"That's right, I remember when Mr. Feng was there, who was our Northwest Army afraid of? We are invincible in the world, such as the Zhongyang Army, the Jinsui Army, and the Northeast Army!" After hearing this, the two guards came to their spirits.

Yang Feng thought to himself, is it a stabbing all over the world? It was a stabbing all over the world? It ended up being stabbed.

The three of them were talking when the door of the room opened. Tong Linge and others walked out politely, then looked at Yang Feng strangely, and then sent Wang Shuhan out. However, Yang Feng looked inside and found that several people's clothes were still inside. He knew that they had to come back, so he called a waiter and told him to tell the Yang family to wait for him for a while, and then went in and sat down by himself.

"Little brother is a cheerful person." After Tong Linge came back, he saw Yang Feng sitting there pouring a glass of wine and cooking it, and couldn't help but smile.

"I have a lot of drinks with women and children. I'm not happy with it. Today I'm very happy, so I want to find a few people who can drink together. Today's meal is mine. I wonder if you will appreciate it?" Yang Feng said generously.

"Someone is naturally unwilling to ask for it!" After Tong Linge finished speaking, he poured a glass of himself, touched Yang Feng for a while, and then the two of them drank it all in one go.

"Suspense, take all the dishes down and replace them with new ones. Also, settle the account of Room 17, and then arrange a car to take them home. By the way, I'll go back later!" Yang Feng called the waiter, then took out the gold bar and slapped it directly on the table. The nouveau riche was very elegant.

Tong Linge looked at Yang Feng with great interest.

Yang Feng has a good alcohol content and is hereditary. His family has a good alcohol content. Although he doesn’t drink much, he still can’t put down two pounds of drink.

As for the generals in the army like Tong Linge, they were also good at the restaurant. In addition, they were bored, and they drank this wine so dark.

After drinking more than one pound of wine, they talked more and gradually led to their purpose in coming to Beijing.

Yang Wenbin guessed correctly that these poor people did come to ask for military pay, because they are now incorporated by Zhang Xueliang and belong to the sequence of the Northeast Army, so the military pay is provided by the Beiping camp.

But after losing the three eastern provinces, the Northeast Army was short of military pay, so there was no interest in caring about their lives. Except for the Northwest Army when it first gave it some when it entered Chahar, and then let it fend for itself.

Chahar has a total population of only two million, so how can he support their 60,000 or 70,000 troops? He had no choice but to come to Zhang Xueliang to grind it again and again, and grind it out a little bit. This naturally leads to activities among Zhang Xueliang's confidants, and it is common for treating guests.

It was quite bitter to say, and Yang Feng looked sympathetic.

"Brother Yang, I'll tell you, it's already late winter now, but many of our brothers can't even wear cotton coats!" said an officer with red eyes.

Cotton coat?

Yang Feng's eyes were bright.
Chapter completed!