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

"Someone come here!"

Sister Song shouted sternly.

The bodyguard captain outside the door immediately ran in, his head down, not daring to look at her.

"Prepare the car! Back to the Grand Marshal's Mansion!"

Sister Song grabbed her velvet shawl and strode out in her high heels: "Go and find Ziwen for me, immediately! Tell him that no matter what important business he has on hand, he must drop everything and appear in the study within half an hour!"

A black sedan sped along the bumpy streets of Guangzhou, its wheels kicking up clouds of mud.

The carriage was filled with the mixed smell of leather and gasoline.

Sister Song leaned back in the back seat, her heart pounding.

She had spent the past six months in her hometown in Shanxi helping her husband with the money exchange business, and knew very little about the south during those months.

She desperately needed to know what kind of monster Lin Tuozhi was, the one who dared to reprimand her so harshly.

The car braked suddenly and stopped in front of the Song family's private residence on the back street of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

Sister Song pushed open the car door and strode quickly into the inner courtyard along the bluestone path.

Less than twenty minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

The study door was pushed open.

Song Ziwen was dressed in a well-tailored dark suit. He was currently entrusted by his husband to set up the central bank, and he was extremely busy every day.

"Big sister, what happened? Why did you call me back so urgently?"

Song Ziwen sat down on the sofa, panting, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Sister Song stood behind the desk, getting straight to the point without beating around the bush.

"Ziwen, you've been in Guangzhou for the past few months. I have a question for you."

Sister Song braced her hands on the edge of the desk, her eyes sharp.

"What exactly is the background of Lin Tuozhi, the vice principal of the Whampoa Military Academy?"

Upon hearing the name "Lin Tuozhi".

Song Ziwen abruptly stopped wiping his sweat.

He gripped the handkerchief, his back suddenly straightening ramrod straight.

His eyes, which had been somewhat dim due to fatigue, suddenly burst forth with an unparalleled fervor and awe, even bearing the adoration of a fanatical believer.

"Big sister, why...why are you suddenly asking about him?"

Song Ziwen swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

When Sister Song saw her brother's ghost-like expression, her heart skipped a beat.

Her younger brother is arrogant and conceited. He has a Harvard degree and usually doesn't even respect the veterans in the headquarters. Why is he acting like this today when he hears a name?

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me everything about his background and origins, in detail."

Sister Song tapped on the table.

Song Ziwen took a deep breath and stuffed the handkerchief into her pocket.

"Sister, you've just returned to Guangzhou, you have no idea how deep the water is here."

Song Ziwen gave a wry smile and began to give her eldest sister a mind-blowing, mind-blowing science lesson.

"This Lin Tuozhi, on the surface, is an overseas Chinese who returned to China with a fortune to serve his country, but in reality, his trump cards are incredibly powerful!"

Song Ziwen raised the first finger.

"Let's start with the headquarters. Big sister, you know Minister Zichao, right?"

Sister Song nodded.

Lin Zichao was a senior member of the party with extensive experience, in charge of foreign affairs. He was incorruptible, highly respected, and an absolute leader of the "pure stream" (a group of upright officials).

"Lin Tuozhi is a direct descendant of the Lin family of Minhou, Fujian! In terms of seniority, Minister Zichao should call him his nephew. Old Master Lin is extremely protective of his own, treating this learned nephew, who understands military industry, as the apple of the Lin family's eye and the future pillar of the family. If anyone in headquarters dares to touch Lin Tuozhi, Old Master Lin can directly overturn the table in the Grand Marshal's Mansion!"

Sister Song gasped. No wonder he dared to act so arrogantly in the headquarters; it turned out he had such a powerful figure behind him.

Song Ziwen raised his second finger, lowering his voice even further.

"That's not all. Eldest sister, look north. There's that young marshal in Fengtian, Zhang Hanqing."

"What happened to Zhang Hanqing?" Sister Song asked.

"When Lin Tuozhi was in Beijing, he and Zhang Hanqing became sworn brothers! They were extremely close, even exchanging birth certificates!"

Sister Song's fingers suddenly gripped the edge of the mahogany desk tightly.

The successor of the Fengtian clique was actually his sworn brother?

This person has connections in both the military and political circles in the north and south!

"Anything else!"

Song Ziwen decided to tell the whole story, her tone becoming increasingly excited: "In Shanghai, that bustling metropolis. Sister, you've been in business for years, you should know Lu Xiaojia, the son of the Zhejiang military governor, right?!"

"I know, he's a spoiled brat who doesn't even respect his own father!"

"When Lin Tuozhi was in Shanghai, even this domineering Lu Xiaojia was as obedient as a dog in front of him! He would beat whoever he was told to beat, and arrest whoever he was told to arrest. The Green Gang didn't dare to breathe loudly in front of Lin Tuozhi and obeyed his every word."

Song Ziwen leaned back on the sofa and took a breath.

"This man has swept through both the legitimate and criminal worlds, as well as the military and political circles. He's not some powerless loner; he's a prehistoric behemoth lurking in the abyss!"

Sister Song was completely dumbfounded.

His mind was buzzing as he recalled how, just now at the Guangzhou Restaurant, he had actually pointed his finger at the other man, called him a liar, and shamelessly warned that offending the Song family would cost him his life.

No wonder Lin Qi let out a mocking sneer.

A man with powerful figures from the Qingliu faction protecting him, a warlord's son backing him up, and even the Shanghai Green Gang trampling underfoot.

Are you afraid of a few harmless threats?

"Big sister, actually, these backgrounds and connections aren't what's most frightening about him."

Song Ziwen suddenly sat up straight, crossed his hands on his knees, and as a top economics student, his eyes gleamed with absolute admiration for intelligence.

"His most terrifying feature is his brain."

Song Ziwen pointed to his temple, his tone revealing an almost fanatical adoration.

"Elder sister, I pride myself on my intelligence. But compared to Lin Tuozhi, I am utterly inferior, not even worthy to carry his shoes!"

Sister Song looked at her usually proud and arrogant younger brother with surprise and uncertainty.

"Big sister, you don't know, a few months ago, while he was in Shanghai, he accurately deduced the entire list of Mr. Hu's team heading north, based on a tiny, seemingly insignificant piece of information, even down to which ship they would be on!"

Song Ziwen became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice echoing in the study.

"He has a complete grasp of human nature and the overall situation. His sand table tactics can leave those arrogant instructors at the military academy speechless. This man is Shang Yang in economics, Yue Fei in military strategy, and Zhuge Liang in understanding people's hearts! He is a once-in-a-century all-around monster!"