Soong Mei-ling put down her high-legged wine glass, sat on the sofa, crossed her legs gracefully, and lit a slender French lady cigarette, saying: "In the West, knights come to see the noble lady, why do we have to turn the other way around in ancient China?"

"Okay, okay, you're right." Song Ziwen shook his head with a wry smile. He couldn't control this sister. Meiling was already twenty-eight years old. She was an old girl by Eastern and Western standards, but she didn't care at all. The Song family was anxious about this daughter who couldn't get married.

Song Ziwen shrugged and went out. Outside, Chen Zikun and Zhang Xueliang faced the reporter's spotlight together and took a lot of photos. Chen Dashuai was 1.85 meters tall, but Zhang Shaoshuai was only 1.65 meters tall. It was indeed one big and one small, which complemented each other.

After taking the photo, the two generals entered the hall surrounded by everyone. From a distance, they saw a graceful cheongsam woman sitting alone on the sofa and drinking a glass of wine. Zhang Xueliang's eyes lit up and he walked straight over. Chen Zikun was about to follow him, but his arm was pulled. When he looked back, his eyes were simply killing.

Zhang Xueliang and Soong Mei-ling hit it off at first sight and started chatting intimately. The dance party started soon. Zhang Xueliang returned to Chen Zikun with a eager expression on his face: "Brother Kunwu, that is the third sister of the Song family, Soong Mei-ling, the leader of the famous socialite in Shanghai. Why don't you go over and talk for a few words?"

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "Save such a good opportunity for you."

Zhang Xueliang said: "I must chase her."

As he was talking, he saw Lu Xiaojia walking towards Soong Mei-ling and stretching out a hand to her, probably asking for an invitation to dance. Soong Mei-ling said something lightly. Lu Xiaojia looked a little ugly and retreated in disappointment. Zhang Xueliang smiled and was about to walk over, but he saw Soong Mei-ling stand up and walk towards him on his own initiative.

"As expected, she was a little interested in me." Zhang Xueliang glanced at Chen Zikun proudly.

Soong Mei-ling walked closer and greeted Jian Bing and Yao Yilei with a smile: "These two are the wives of Mr. Chen, don't mind if I lend your husband the first dance."

Faced with the provocation of Shanghai celebrities, Yao Yilei showed the style of Beijing celebrities and said: "Of course."

So Chen Zikun and Soong Mei-ling walked into the dance floor and danced gracefully. Zhang Xueliang was a little restless. After thinking about it, he turned to Jian Bing and said, "Madam Chen, is that okay?"

Jian Bing giggled: "Of course."

In the dance floor, Chen Zikun's nose was filled with the fragrance of the third lady of the Song family, like orchids and musk. Just as she was about to speak, Meiling also spoke, and both of them laughed: "You talk first."

"Please, ma'am."

"Okay, I seem to have seen you somewhere." Miss Song San's voice was slim.

"I think it's our first time meeting," said Chen Zikun.

"Oh, it's your turn to say." Soong Mei-ling was a little disappointed.

"Have Mr. Sun and Mrs. Sun been doing well recently? The news here of Miss Third should be more timely."

"Do you know the Prime Minister and my second sister?" Soong Mei-ling tilted her head and looked at Chen Zikun.

"Who doesn't know Mr. Zhongshan from all over the country?" Chen Zikun was careless. He didn't like to talk about old things from that time. It would be fine to talk about them in front of Song Ziwen, but it would be a pity for women.

"The Prime Minister is not in good health, and we pray for him every day." Meiling said sadly.

After the song ended, I changed my dance companions and continued dancing. This time it was finally Zhang Xueliang's turn. Chen Zikun came down and sat down. Yao Yilei said sourly: "It's very glorious. I hugged the Song family mistress and flew all over the venue."

Chen Zikun said: "Where are you doing something, I'm just a show, you teach me how to dance, why don't we dance one?"

"This is almost the same, I'll spare you." Yao Yilei said.

Du Yuesheng came over with a glass of wine and smiled: "Marrior Chen, 200,000 oceans have been transferred to your account."

Chen Zikun raised his wine glass: "I'll ask Boss Du to worry more about the ban on smoking."

"I will do my best." Du Yuesheng sipped foreign wine and said, "There is another thing, please don't refuse."

"Speaking."

"I bought a house on Sifeier Road in West Shanghai and wanted to give it to Shen Dashuai Chen. This place is not within the concession and is not considered a Chinese world. It is very convenient to be quiet in the midst of trouble." Du Yuesheng said with a smile. He has been glad that he is smart these days and chose the latter among Lu Xiaojia and Chen Zikun. If the fate of Sanxin Company is handed over to Lu Xiaojia, the playboy, he will probably have to do even more opium business.

This house was Du Yuesheng's intention, and Chen Zikun pretended to refuse and accepted it.

"This is the deed, this is the key. The address is No. 76, Jisifeier Road. The furniture and appliances are all ready and you can take it at any time." Du Yuesheng handed over a silk bag, Chen Zikun took it and handed it to Yao Yilei to collect it, and said with a smile: "Then I will be disrespectful."

Du Yuesheng achieved his goal and went away with a smile. Li Yaoting and Mu Yichen came over with a glass of wine. They are now the hottest people in Shanghai. They are so cool with their backs against a big tree. Chen Zikun's towering tree is very shaded.

Chen Zikun said: "Yaoting, the Shanghai opium market is about to be relaxed. The inventory you have in your hands can be released. Be careful not to put too low prices."

Li Yaoting smiled and said, "Brother, can't you stop smoking?"

Chen Zikun said: "I also want to ban smoking. I have no energy to force them to rush. If I don't walk on water and dry roads, I can set up checkpoints everywhere to surround the beach. Smoking bans cannot be successful at the moment. Instead of ending in a bleak situation, it's better to sell personal favors. By the way, just put your goods to Boss Du. I think he is quite good at being a human being."

Mu Yichen shook his head secretly. He thought Chen Zikun was a hero, but he didn't expect that he was so sarcastic. This is politics.

"Manager Mu, help me import a squadron fighter. It doesn't have to be made in the United States, both in the United Kingdom and Germany. There are also two-seater bombers, which require two squadrons. This thing is very useful for infantrymen. The money has been transferred to your account." Chen Zikun said.

"Okay, I'll do it tomorrow."

Suddenly, a burst of applause broke out from the dance floor, and everyone was asked to go to the side. Watching Zhang Xueliang and Soong Mei-ling fly all over the place. Although Zhang Xueliang is not tall and has no bad dancing skills, he dances so well.

"Xiao Liuzi is suitable for a dance field, not a battlefield." Chen Zikun murmured.

Suddenly a crisp voice sounded: "General Chen, you don't keep your word, you bullied me."

When she turned around, she saw that it was the little girl Tang Ying who came. Chen Zikun was so panicked that Yao Yilei, the great god, was still sitting next to her, which was amazing to let her hear this.

Fortunately, Tang Yan was also next to him and said with a smile: "Sister, don't wrongly accuse General Chen, hasn't he gone to war?"

Tang Ying said angrily: "You can't keep your word in war. We still expect him in the winter camp."

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "So this is the matter. It's easy to deal with. I'll write you a handwritten warrant. Take it to the Wusong Prohibition Law Enforcement Corps to find their leader." After that, he picked up a piece of paper, Long Feifengwu and wrote a few lines and handed it to Tang Ying. The little girl went there happily.

Yao Yilei kept eavesdropping on this side with her ears. When she saw Tang Ying's sisters leaving, she said, "What's wrong, bullying the little girl?"

Chen Zikun hurriedly explained.

"Okay, it's a female journalist, a female student, or a sister. Are you not enough for us sisters to enjoy, and you still want to expand the harem?" Yao Yilei's words are heartbroken, Chen Zikun couldn't argue, and said with a flattering smile: "I don't have that courage."

"If you have this intention, you should kill me!" Yao Yilei pinched Chen Zikun fiercely.

Li Yaoting and Mu Yichen coughed dryly, pretending not to see it, and walked away with their glasses.

Shi Liang came over, and Chen Zikun got up and greeted him: "Mr. Shi, what news has been there recently?"

"There is a news now that Zhang Zongchang couldn't afford to pay on Sima Road, so he was detained. The phone calls came to me. Please help me." Shi Liangcai said with a wry smile.

"No way, Xiaokun can't afford to pay?" Chen Zikun looked at Zhang Xueliang who was dancing in full swing on the dance floor, and did not ask him to ask Yao Yilei for leave, saying that he would go to Sima Road to catch people.

Yao Yilei said: "Jianbing, you go with me and don't let him make fun of me."

Now that she has a child in her belly, the whole family obeys her orders, Jian Bing has to obey orders and accompany Chen Zikun to Sima Road.

Sima Road is not far from Hatong Road, and soon arrived at the place. When he went in, he saw Zhang Zongchang lying on the couch with his back on his back. A group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls were lying on him like monkeys, slashing his back, tickling his mouth, sending cigarettes, fruits, and wiping his mouth with towels. He was more attentive than serving the emperor.

The madam and a group of girls were also listening to the hello. The entire Chang Santang no longer did business. Everyone went to serve Zhang Dashuai, and their faces were all smiling.

Seeing Chen Zikun coming, Zhang Zongchang jumped up from the couch: "Good brother, please help me in the world. I will lend me 100,000 yuan first."

Chen Zikun took a deep breath: "Brother Xiaokun, what have you spent? I spent 100,000 yuan?"

Jian Bing also raised his waist and scolded the madam: "You're going to blame me, pull out the bill and take a look."

The madam was also a figure who had been in the Shanghai flower world for decades. She naturally knew this top Shanghai brand five years ago and smiled and said with a smile: "Mr. Jian Bing, it's not Alah's quarrel, it's the reward Zhang Dashui promised to Alah, each with two thousand yuan."

Chen Zikun suddenly realized that no wonder everyone in the hall laughed so fucked. It turned out that he had met a super big money owner.

"Jingdu, your friend is definitely Jidu, and he is still the number one in Tianzi." Jian Bing sighed.

Without saying a word, Chen Zikun took out the Citibank check book on the spot and issued a 100,000 yuan to the madam.

Zhang Zongchang: "Good brother, be righteous! Come on, let's go."

The service in the hall was gone, and there was no need to greet Zhang Dashuai. The cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks were already ready. The two of them started to drink. Zhang Zongchang said, "Why do I think you are right? We have seen each other before?"

Chen Zikun said: "I will not hide it from the fact that I am good at the coach. Brother, I have worked as a beard in the Northeast, have been through old forests, fought against the Guandong Army's garrison, and have also fought with the Feng Army."

Zhang Zongchang's eyes lit up: "Which strand is yours? What's the number?"

Chen Zikun said: "Little Lazi, Changshan is good, the shopkeeper reported the number of the Kanto hero, brother, I was known as the Little White Dragon with a Two-gun fast legs!"

Zhang Zongchang slapped his thigh: "Damn it, it turns out that the little white dragon with two guns is you!"
Chapter completed!