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

A villa on Avenue Joffre in Shanghai.

Lu Xiaojia was embracing a dancer, drinking and chatting about romance with others.

For more than half a year, his life has been like a roller coaster, with ups and downs.

Just a few months ago, he was the powerful and influential Young Master Lu in this bustling metropolis.

His father, Lu Yongxiang, was the military governor of Zhejiang, wielding considerable military power and dominating the southeast.

Back then, Lu Xiaojia frequented top-tier restaurants and was surrounded by countless hangers-on and socialites. If he disliked someone, he could make them eat fish in the Huangpu River with just a word.

Soon after, the Jiangzhe War broke out, with the Zhili army pressing in.

His father, whom he was so proud of, suffered a crushing defeat and eventually resigned by telegram. Fearing retaliation from the Zhili clique, he fled to Japan like a stray dog ​​and lived as a recluse.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Without the protection of his warlord father, Lu Xiaojia's status in Shanghai plummeted, crashing from the clouds into a stinking quagmire.

Taking advantage of someone's misfortune is a common occurrence in this world.

He offended too many people in the past and was too ruthless.

In particular, Huang Jinrong, a powerful figure in the Green Gang, was once severely whipped by Lu Xiaojia after Lu mobilized the army to tie him up in a dungeon over a dispute over an actress.

How could Huang Jinrong possibly swallow such a humiliating disgrace?

With Lu Yongxiang gone, Huang Jinrong's men, like wolves smelling blood, began a massive manhunt for Lu Xiaojia throughout Shanghai.

They said they would skin him, pull out his tendons, and boil his bones into soup.

During those days of hiding and living in constant fear, Lu Xiaojia dared not close her eyes every night before going to sleep.

The slightest sound or movement could send him into a cold sweat.

Just when he thought he was going to die and was in despair, Du Yisheng stepped in and saved him.

Lu Xiaojia clearly remembers what happened that night.

Du Yisheng, who used to fawn over him, sat in the armchair, looking at him with a calm and indifferent tone.

"Young Master Lu, you know Boss Huang's temper. You've offended him. This matter was originally a dead end in Shanghai."

Du Yisheng picked up his teacup and gently skimmed off the tea foam: "But I'm sparing your life today not because your father was a warlord, nor because we have a personal relationship."

"I'm protecting you entirely out of respect for Mr. Lin Tuo of Guangzhou. You and Mr. Lin are friends, and I, Du, am acknowledging this favor on Mr. Lin's behalf. Your life was given to you by Mr. Lin."

From that day on, Huang Jinrong's men withdrew.

Although Lu Xiaojia survived, her life was worse than death.

His savings dwindled with each expenditure, and the once-close friends who used to call him brothers avoided him like the plague.

Lu Xiaojia even desperately considered that once the money ran out, she could rely on her decent looks to become a con artist in the foreign concessions, specifically targeting wealthy widows and rich ladies.

You can have sex with women without spending money and still make a profit.

However, in this messed-up, chaotic world, the situation changes faster than turning the pages of a book.

Just as Lu Xiaojia was about to fall into depravity, the battle situation took a dramatic turn!

Under Zhang Zuolin's command, the Fengtian Army repeatedly defeated Wu Peifu of the Zhili clique.

Two months ago, Zhang Zuolin's fierce general, known as the foul-mouthed "Dog Meat General Zhang Zongchang," marched south with unstoppable momentum and directly entered Shanghai!

Overnight, the masters of Shanghai's bustling metropolis changed to the Fengtian clique!

Meanwhile, Lu Xiaojia's biological father, Lu Yongxiang, a cunning old fox who could see the wind blowing, took the opportunity to slip back from Japan.

He keenly clung to Zhang Zuolin's coattails.

Although his status is vastly different from when he was a local tyrant in Zhejiang, he can now only be subordinate to Zhang Zongchang and has only managed to obtain the title of "Suwan Pacification Commissioner".

But for warlords, as long as they have a title and territory, they have the power to reshuffle the deck!

Lu Xiaojia's fate takes an absurd turn, as if she had been reborn from the ashes.

He moved back into the spacious and bright villa in the French Concession, changed into an expensive suit, and applied hair wax to his hair.

Those who used to avoid him like the plague swarmed around him like flies, calling him "Young Master Lu" loudly and repeatedly.

Having experienced a fall from grace, Lu Xiaojia's arrogance had been completely extinguished.

He knew better than anyone that his ability to regain his footing in Shanghai was entirely due to the powerful Fengtian clique!

"Young master, there is an urgent telegram for you."

The butler came over and handed the telegram to Lu Xiaojia with both hands.

Lu Xiaojia, who was embracing a dancer, casually accepted the telegram.

However, when his gaze fell on the sender's signature, he sprang up from the sofa, shoved the dancer aside, and chased away the people who had just been drinking and laughing.

Zhang Hanqing!

The crown prince of the Fengtian clique, a young marshal commanding an army of 300,000!

Lu Xiaojia's heart started pounding uncontrollably.

He knew all too well how influential this young marshal was in the world today.

His hands trembled as he read the telegram word by word.

The first half of the telegram was written in a very polite manner. Zhang Hanqing said that he had been feeling quite troubled lately and planned to take some time to come to Shanghai to relax and have some fun for a few days.

Upon seeing this, Lu Xiaojia's brows furrowed tightly into a deep frown.

"Coming to Shanghai to relax?"

Lu Xiaojia muttered to himself.

"Nowadays, Zhang Zongchang calls the shots in Shanghai. Zhang Zongchang is your father's little brother, which means Shanghai is your old Zhang family's backyard. If you, a dignified young marshal, want to come to your own territory, you can just say hello and Zhang Zongchang will treat you like an ancestor. Why be polite to me, the son of a Pacification Commissioner who has lost power? This is completely illogical."

Filled with questions, Lu Xiaojia continued reading.

When he saw the second half of the telegram, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he was completely stunned.

The second half of the telegram took an unexpected turn, asking if Lin Qi was free!

What did Zhang Hanqing mean when he asked Lin Qi if he was free?

Lu Xiaojia was completely dumbfounded.

"These two are brothers who've clashed over chicken heads and burned paper money for each other. If Zhang Hanqing wants to see his elder brother, why not just send a telegram directly to Guangzhou? Why go through all this trouble and ask yourself this question?"

Lu Xiaojia was very self-aware; he knew exactly what kind of person he was in Lin Qi's eyes.

Back in Fengtian, I wasn't even a lowly servant who served tea and water; I was just cannon fodder and bait to lure Yang Yuting into attacking.

Now, Zhang Hanqing is actually asking himself?

What exactly is going on?

So weird!

Lu Xiaojia couldn't understand it, but he didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. Without even changing his clothes, he grabbed the telegram and rushed out of the villa to his father to find out what was going on.

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