Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

There was no music, no woman, and not even the main lights were on in the guest room.

Only a green-shaded table lamp on the table emitted a dim light, and cigar smoke filled the room.

A state-of-the-art American telegraph machine was emitting a crisp "drip-drip-drip" sound from the corner of the desk.

Lin Qi was wearing a silk bathrobe with the collar slightly open. His eyes, like cold blades, were fixed on the huge military map of Jiangsu and Zhejiang on the wall.

These past two days, he left all the messy affairs of entertaining the Japanese devils to Du Yisheng, and only spent a very small amount of energy dealing with it himself.

His true energy was precisely divided in two: one half was devoted to the Jiangzhe battle, which was about to determine the fate of the world, while the other half was spent across the Pacific Ocean, keeping a close eye on Wall Street.

"Beep beep beep..."

The telegraph operator, sweating profusely, handed Lin Qi a top-secret telegram that had just been decoded.

This is a long telegram sent by Lin Qi to his headquarters in Guangzhou.

In the telegram, Lin Qi reported to the gentleman in a high-profile and confident tone about the great victory of this trip to Fengtian.

He claimed that he had successfully persuaded the Northeast King that the Fengtian army was about to march out of the pass and strike Wu Peifu's stronghold in Luoyang, and that a strategic alliance to attack the Zhili clique from the north and south had been formally established!

however.

In this detailed report of over a thousand words, Lin Qi made no mention of the deadly trap set by Yang Yuting or the silent killing by Zhang Laoshuai, and did not even use a single punctuation mark to mention the life-or-death assassination attempt he had encountered!

This is an illogical move. Any politician who has been wronged would have filed a complaint with his headquarters and demanded justice.

But Lin Qi did not.

Because he possesses top-tier political maturity.

"If we were to expose Yang Yuting's assassination attempt on me to Guangzhou now, those hot-blooded politicians at headquarters would absolutely be in an uproar. They would think that the Fengtian clique had no sincerity in forming an alliance, and might even unilaterally tear up the alliance immediately, and instead launch a verbal attack on Zhang Zuolin in the newspapers."

Lin Qi took a deep drag on his cigar, coldly strategizing in his mind.

Once the North-South alliance breaks down, the political impact will be enormous, and the Fengtian clique's fighting capacity will be greatly reduced.

More importantly, he needs time!

We must swallow this bloody saliva, we must use this whitewashed lie to buy precious time for the outbreak of the Jiangzhe War and the start of the Zhili-Fengtian War.

Only when all the warlords in the world are locked in a chaotic battle and have no time to look south can he survive in Guangzhou, develop his forces, and amass a massive army!

"Old man, Yang Yuting, I'll put that bullet you were about to shoot at me on my tab. I'll come back to you with interest in two years."

Lin Qi flicked the cigarette ash into the copper ashtray, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Subsequently, at the end of the telegram, he added a legitimate reason: In view of the fact that the war between Jiangsu and Zhejiang had already begun, in order to observe the actual combat level of the old warlords up close, thoroughly investigate the combat capabilities of the Beiyang Army, and provide first-hand information for the future tactical teaching materials of the Whampoa Military Academy, he would temporarily stay in the French Concession to establish a front-line intelligence station.

This reason is plausible and irrefutable.

The Guangzhou headquarters not only approved it immediately, but also sent a telegram to highly praise his noble character of "keeping his heart with Huangpu even in danger".

After dealing with the overall military and political situation, Lin Qi turned his gaze to another stack of English telegrams on the table.

That was a report on financial operations from Wall Street in New York, across the ocean.

Under Lin Qina's prophetic remote control, the two million US dollars raised by the Kong Song family had been secretly distributed into the Wall Street stock market.

The autumn of 1924 was the prelude to Coolidge's prosperity.

After a brief lull, the US stock market is brewing an unprecedented bull market.

"Buy U.S. Steel and General Motors, leveraged 3x. Go long, go all in."

Lin Qi picked up a pen and scribbled down a string of extremely cold English instructions on a piece of white paper, then handed it to the telegraph operator.

"Send this to Guangzhou immediately. Tell Song Ziwen not to worry about short-term fluctuations. Whenever the market corrects, keep adding to your position! I want this money to double within a month!"

Lin Qi's eyes burned with an extreme desire for money and industrial power.

He knew that this snowballing dollar was the foundation of his future dominance over the world.

……

a few days later.

With the thunderous roar of cannons from the front lines, the Jiangzhe battle, which had attracted the attention of the entire world, finally came to an inevitable end.

As history records, Qi Xieyuan, the Zhili clique's military governor of Jiangsu, who held an absolute advantage in artillery and manpower, crushed the defenses of Lu Yongxiang, the military governor of Zhejiang, in a very short time with overwhelming force.

The positions around Shanghai collapsed completely, and Lu Yongxiang's remaining troops were routed and fled south.

Lu Xiaojia, the once arrogant and domineering young master of Shanghai, saw his family's power, which he was so proud of, crumble like a paper toy in the face of real steel and cannons, and he was reduced to a stray dog.

Lin Qi stood on the balcony of the Astor House Hotel, listening to the faint gunfire of fleeing soldiers coming from outside the foreign concession in the distance, his eyes calm and unwavering.

This was the fate of the old warlords: without a solid heavy industrial base, no matter how large their army was, it was just a bubble that would burst at the slightest touch.

Just then, there was a rapid knocking on the study door.

Du Yisheng, dressed in a long black gown, strode in with an extremely solemn expression.

This Green Gang tycoon, who was usually unfazed even by the collapse of Mount Tai, was now breathing slightly rapidly.

"Mr. Lin, something has happened."

Du Yisheng quickly walked to Lin Qi's side, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of surprise.

"Those two Japanese men just secretly slipped away from my men and went to the Shiliupu Wharf."

"To the dock?"

Lin Qi was slightly taken aback.

He turned around, placed the cigar in his hand on the table, and frowned slightly.

The battle between Jiangsu and Zhejiang is about to be decided. Shanghai is in complete chaos, with all sorts of people mixed together. Why are these two pampered young masters from powerful families risking stray bullets to go to the dock instead of staying in their boudoirs?

Trying to escape?

Impossible. First, there's no danger. Second, they've been completely fooled and have no motivation to escape.

"Where did you go?"

Lin Qi asked in a deep voice.

"Go pick them up!"

Du Yisheng said, enunciating each word clearly, "Moreover, it wasn't just the two of them who went. My men reported that at least a hundred Japanese military bodyguards were lurking in the shadows throughout the entire Shiliupu Wharf today! They were all armed! They surrounded the entire No. 5 berth like an iron barrel, impenetrable!"

Lin Qixin shrank back abruptly.

Picking someone up?!

Countless possibilities had flashed through his mind beforehand.

He had deduced Doiyu's conspiracy and the Japanese military's infiltration, but he never expected that the real purpose of these two Japanese princes coming to war-torn Shanghai was to act as airport pick-up boys!

For Fujiwara no Hiraji and his ilk, two extremely arrogant scions of top-tier aristocratic families, to personally go to the dock to receive the ship, and even to have over a hundred elite Special Higher Police officers secretly clear the area for protection...

What kind of extraordinary status must this person have?!

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