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

The students, who were hundreds of meters away, were stunned.

Looking at the vice principal in front of me, dressed in a dark gray training uniform and without even a collar insignia.

If these bold words were uttered by politicians in their own camp, they would think it was just empty promises.

But the man before them was a true god of wealth who disembarked with 150,000 silver dollars, an industrial giant who could revive a shut-down arsenal and produce mortars and high-purity smokeless gunpowder.

If he says he can build it, then he definitely can!

After a brief silence, an even more intense frenzy swept through the entire venue.

This time, it was no longer a vain yearning for the Air Force, but a profound worship of Lin Qi personally.

In their eyes, Lin Tuozhi was no longer just a simple tactical instructor and principal.

He has become the totem of the Whampoa Military Academy, the only god in the hearts of all students.

Clang clang—

The school bell rang on time in the corridor.

According to Huangpu's rules, after half a month of high-intensity drills, mud-crawling, and shooting range training, we have a rare half-day off this afternoon.

The students were filled with excitement. After putting away their papers and pens, their stomachs started rumbling uncontrollably.

Line up, ready to go back and eat that brown rice mixed with sand and husks.

The group had just reached the classroom door and were preparing to file out.

Lin Qi strode over, stretched out an arm and placed it across the door frame, blocking his way.

Shedding the sternness and coldness he displayed on the podium, he casually unbuttoned the collar of his training uniform and adopted the tone of a leader.

"You've been training for half a month, eating only brown rice and rotten vegetable leaves for half a month. You are the future of the country, and you're still growing at this age. How can you manage without some nourishment?"

Looking at this group of students who were pale and thin but full of energy.

"The headquarters is broke and can't afford to give you extra food. This afternoon is a day off, so I'm personally treating everyone to meat and drinks in town!"

The crowd was stunned for a few seconds.

Lin Qi deliberately raised his voice and pointed to his chest to add a sentence.

"Listen up! This is money I earned from my own factories overseas. I haven't embezzled a single penny of military funds from headquarters! Eat as much as you like, there's plenty!"

After a period of silence, a deafening roar of laughter and cheers erupted.

The young military cadets already knew that Principal Lin was a wealthy tycoon who had returned from the United States.

Chen Chuanjin ripped off his gray military cap and waved it forcefully in the air.

"Brothers! Vice Principal Lin has spoken! Today we're going to raid the rich man's place! We'll eat him out of house and home! We'll give him a good beating!"

"Strike down the rich and powerful! Plunder the wealthy!"

Hundreds of people rushed out of the teaching building, their shouts nearly shaking the birds off Cheung Chau Island.

The thunderous cheers echoed all the way from the playground to the principal's office.

Chiang Kai-shek sat behind a large mahogany desk, holding a military supplies report in his hand.

Hearing the unified shouts of "Down with the landlords!" outside, he stopped writing and frowned deeply.

The attendant pushed open the door and reported in a low voice, "Principal, Vice Principal Lin said he's treating all the students to a big meal in town, paid for out of his own pocket. The students are currently walking towards town in a line."

"Understood. You may leave."

Chiang Kai-shek waved his hand, his face so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

A strong sour feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart.

The military academy had only been open for a short time, but Lin Qi had already captivated most of the students' attention.

He would teach new tactics in class to intimidate people, and then spend a lot of money to win them over after class.

This tactic, combining both kindness and severity, was used to its fullest extent, rendering the principal a mere figurehead.

But Chiang Kai-shek was a political animal who was well-versed in power struggles.

He stood up, walked to the window, and watched the long procession leaving the camp in the distance.

The image of Lin Qi's heartfelt words to him flashed through his mind a few days ago on the riverboat bound for Cheung Chau Island.

"I am the blacksmith, and you are the commander. Once this army is trained, it will be you who leads them to achieve unparalleled feats..."

Chiang Kai-shek took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the jealousy burning in his heart.

He began to conduct a rigorous self-logical deduction.

Tuozhi is a person who does not covet power.

He even refused the marriage proposal to the third young lady of the Song family to her face, and he didn't even care about the position of successor in the headquarters.

He's now spending all his wealth and going to great lengths to win over these students, all in the end, just to train a loyal and unwavering army for me, Chang.

He played the villain, he played the tycoon, he contributed money and effort.

Once these students are well-fed and trained into a steel-like force, won't the sword of command still be in my hands as the legitimate principal?

Chiang Kai-shek smiled with relief.

"Taku is doing work for me, he's really going to great lengths."

He smiled, picked up the teacup on his desk, took a sip of warm tea, and felt that he was the ultimate strategist who was sitting calmly on the sidelines.

Huangpu Town.

This small river and land port town is bustling with unprecedented activity today.

The town's largest restaurant couldn't hold four or five hundred fierce military academy students.

Fortunately, Lin Qi had made preparations in advance. Last night, he sent someone with cash to book three adjacent large restaurants in town.

There are no elaborate and exquisite delicacies, only solid, hearty dishes.

Rows of square tables were pushed together, crowding the restaurant's lobby and courtyard.

A large, rough porcelain plate, bigger than a washbasin, was filled with whole, chopped poached chicken, served with a dipping sauce of ginger and scallion.

The roast geese, with their crispy skin and rich, flowing fat, were piled up like small mountains.

There are also steamed pork ribs, piping hot and coated with the aroma of rice flour and pork.

The large wooden barrels were filled with pure white, finely cooked rice, and there was no limit to how much you could eat.

There wasn't much wine.

Military discipline must be upheld; training will continue tomorrow.

Lin Qi set a strict rule: each table would only be served one bottle of local Jiujiang Shuangzheng liquor, just enough to sip and satisfy a craving.

"Dinner's ready!"

With Lin Qi's command.

The sound of chopsticks clattering against bowls and plates immediately filled the three restaurants.

These students, who had been through mud and ate only coarse food for half a month, were now like hungry wolves descending from the mountain.

Chen Chuanjin didn't use chopsticks at all; he simply grabbed a thick roast goose leg with his hands, tore off a large piece of meat and skin, and his mouth was dripping with oil.

He chewed a few times, swallowed the cartilage along with it, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Lin Qi took off his coat, leaving him only in a white shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up to his elbows.

Holding a rough porcelain wine cup, he moved among the crowded tables and chairs, toasting each table in turn.

Without any airs of authority, they blended completely into the bustling, lively atmosphere.

He walked up to Xu Xiangqian's desk.

Xu Xiangqian's eating habits are like his personality: he doesn't compete or fight, but takes a steady and methodical approach.

Upon seeing Lin Qi approach, he immediately put down his chopsticks, stood up, and picked up his wine glass.

Lin Qi clinked glasses with him, making a crisp sound.

"Xiangqian, you have a very steady and unwavering temperament."

Lin Qi downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, the spicy liquid rolling down his throat: "In the future, when we fight tough battles and launch counterattacks, I'll feel most at ease leaving the position to you. Eat more meat and build up your strength."

Xu Xiangqian nodded emphatically, tilted his head back and gulped down half a glass of baijiu, his cheeks slightly flushed, his eyes revealing absolute conviction.