The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

(Khan, the end of the last chapter is really not a broken chapter, but a sentence that accidentally copied the information, which has been deleted.)

On the way back, Zhang Leyi looked at Zhou Hexuan with adoring eyes and said, "Brother Zhou, you were so amazing just now, you made the French consul speechless. I think you can really be a diplomat."

"It's hard to be a diplomat in China, and it's hard for a smart woman to cook without rice," Zhou Hexuan sighed, "Gu Weijun is so powerful, but a weak country has no diplomacy, so he can only look at the ocean and sigh."

Zhang Leyi said: "But you talked very well just now."

"I just follow the trend," Zhou Hexuan explained, "Tianjin Port is silted up, and it is the big powers that will suffer the most. If left unchecked, not only foreign businessmen will suffer heavy losses, but Tianjin Customs will also have to collect a lot of money. I checked the information some time ago. I found out that the Qing government only allocated 100,000 taels of silver to control the Haihe River during the Guangxu period, and the remaining 150,000 taels were paid by the British. Why did the British help China control the water? It is not related to their vital interests.”

Zhang Leyi smiled and said, "So, even if you don't mention Brother Zhou, foreigners will find ways to solve it?"

"That's right, I just gave them a feasible suggestion." Zhou Hexuan didn't feel any excitement. He used the Chinese tariffs to do things, and he had to look at the faces of foreigners. It would be disgraceful to say it.

"You are still very good. Others would not be able to do it." Zhang Leyi's admiration did not diminish at all.

Zhou Hexuan said happily: "Haha, I like to hear that."

Zhang Leyi asked: "Do you know any suitable houses for rent in Tianjin? I want to live here for a while."

Zhang Leyi is a lady after all, it is impossible to come and live with Zhou Hexuan directly. When she asked, Zhou Hexuan suddenly remembered the relationship problem, and he tentatively asked: "Did you receive the letter I wrote?"

"Which one?" Zhang Leyi said, "In the past half a month or so, my dad has withheld all the letters you sent, and he directly asked the servant to burn them."

Zhou Hexuan sweated wildly, but it was difficult to tell the truth.

Someone else, a young lady from a wealthy family, came all the way to meet her lover. Could it be that she said to her when they met: "You go, I already have a new love. In order not to hurt you further, let's get together as soon as possible."

How hurtful!

Zhou Hexuan couldn't do it, so let's save it and solve it slowly later.

Fortunately, Meng Xiaodong returned to Beiping recently, and Wanrong did not live in his house. Zhou Hexuan suggested: "Why don't you stay with me tonight and look for a house tomorrow."

"Okay." Zhang Leyi's smile was slightly shy.

Back home, Zhou Hexuan introduced to Liu Wushi: "This is Miss Zhang Leyi, my good friend."

"Hello, Ms. Zhang." Liu Wu couldn't help but compare Zhang Leyi with Meng Xiaodong and Wanrong, feeling that this Ms. Zhang seemed to be more beautiful.

Zhang Leyi entered the guest room with her luggage, humming a cheerful little tune. While I was happy, I couldn't help but worry about my parents at home, so I decided to send a telegram tomorrow to report that I was safe.

In 1927, only a few provinces were able to make long-distance telephone calls. For example, the long-distance telephone offices in Guangdong Province were not established until 1929. When making a call, you need to connect to the long-distance telephone station first, and then the telephone station will transfer the number.

That night, Zhang Leyi was in a good mood, and happily accompanied Zhou Hexuan to study in the study, discussing the plot of "Goddess".

As a result, Wanrong's sudden visit made Zhang Leyi feel a little bad.

"Brother Zhou, I'm here again!" Wan Rong knocked on the door very familiarly, just like returning to her own home.

Zhang Leyi looked at Wanrong in surprise: "Who is this lady?"

"Ahem," Zhou Hexuan introduced awkwardly, "This is Wanrong, the former Qing empress. Wanrong, this is my friend Zhang Leyi."

Because of Meng Xiaodong's existence, Wanrong has long been used to it, smiled playfully at Zhang Leyi, stretched out her hand and said, "Hi, Miss Zhang, my surname is Guo now."

"Guo... Hello, Ms. Guo." Zhang Leyi was a little dizzy, and her identity as the former empress of the Qing Dynasty even diluted her suspicion.

Queen, rare things, but why come here at night?

Wanrong is now a "well-known" cartoonist in Tianjin. She communicates and chats with countless readers every day, and even acts as a life mentor to help readers solve their doubts. She became more confident, and said generously at this time: "Miss Zhang, you are not from the north by the accent, are you?"

"Well, I'm from the south, and I'll be staying in Tianjin for a few days," Zhang Leyi couldn't help asking, "You and Puyi..."

Wan Rong smiled and said: "We have separated, Brother Zhou helped me rent a house, and I live in the small western-style building next door."

"Oh." Zhang Leyi still didn't understand the relationship between Zhou Hexuan and Wanrong.

Wanrong said enthusiastically: "Why don't you move in with me, I have a lot of empty rooms, it's so lonely, it's lonely if there are many people, and it's good to chat with many people."

Zhou Hexuan was sweating wildly, this is the rhythm of explosion!

"You live alone?" Zhang Leyi asked.

Wanrong said: "Yes, only a few servants and maidservants are with me."

Zhang Leyi didn't know what to think, but she agreed straight away: "Okay, I'm worried about renting a house."

Zhou Hexuan raised his forehead, not knowing what to say.

Wan Rong was quite interested, and said to Zhou Hexuan: "Brother Zhou, let's go to the foreigner's club tomorrow. Let's take Miss Zhang to play bowling."

"As long as you are happy." What else could Zhou Hexuan say?

Wanrong asked Zhang Leyi again: "Miss Zhang, can you play bowling?"

Zhang Leyi said: "I saw other people playing."

Wanrong smiled and said, "It's fun. I'm not good at polo and billiards, but bowling is different. You can just throw the ball out. I even beat Brother Zhou several times."

"That's because you are lucky, and the posture of the ball is not right." Zhou Hexuan complained.

The three chatted in a mess until 11 o'clock in the evening, before Wan Rong left.

Zhang Leyi finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Zhou, how did you meet Miss Guo?"

Zhou Hexuan felt that he couldn't hide it, so he could only choose to confess the truth, but he didn't tell directly, but tried first: "Le Yi, does your father have a concubine?"

"No, he is a Christian." Zhang Leyi saved face for her father. She knew that her father was raising other women outside, and her mother knew about it too.

In the era of the Republic of China, it was really difficult for capable men to stick to one end.

"What about you?" Zhou Hexuan asked, "If I marry my concubine, will you accept it?"

Zhang Leyi was silent, feeling pain in her heart, bit her lips and asked, "You want to marry that Miss Guo as your concubine?"

"It's not her," Zhou Hexuan said truthfully, "it's an opera singer named Meng Xiaodong. She has always liked me very much. Just a while ago, I couldn't resist the temptation. Then I wrote you a letter to explain the situation clearly. Yes, but you didn't receive it. She said she would be a concubine, if you could accept it..."

"I...I'll think about it again." After Zhang Leyi finished speaking, she went back to the guest room, closed the door firmly, and sobbed softly on the bed. She felt very aggrieved. She ran away from home and came to Tianjin, which was the result.