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

Lin Qi was somewhat surprised when Yang Yuting apologized to him, but his smile remained unchanged as he quietly waited for what Yang Yuting would say next.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hanqing's face changed from anger to smugness.

In his view, it must have been his father's reprimand last night that made this "little Zhuge Liang" realize his mistake and understand who had the final say in the three northeastern provinces.

The reason he chose to apologize now is probably because he wanted to admit defeat and bow down to himself, which pleased him.

Yang Yuting lowered his salute and continued:

"I heard some rumors about Dr. Lin when I was in Fengtian."

"Rumor has it that when the PhD went south to Shanghai, he frequented Huile Lane on Fourth Road and spent lavishly in the presidential suite of the Astor House Hotel."

"After hearing these words, I developed a preconceived prejudice."

"I always thought that Hanqing was the future of the Fengtian Army, the only son whom the Marshal cherished."

"If Hanqing is led astray even slightly, I will be held responsible even if I die a hundred times over."

"Therefore, last night in the flower hall and at the sand table, I offended Dr. Lin quite a bit, and my words were mostly sarcastic."

"It's not that I don't recognize Mount Tai, it's just that I..."

As he spoke, Yang Yuting saluted again.

"My heart is with Hanqing, and I am deeply devoted to protecting my master. I hope Dr. Lin will forgive me."

"Just now, Hanqing reviewed Dr. Lin's strategy, and I am completely convinced."

Dead silence.

The frost had not yet dissipated on the blue brick path outside the second gate.

Zhang Hanqing stood aside, his face full of smugness.

Yang Yuting, will you ever back down one day?

Lin Qi still felt something was off. Although Yang Yuting's eyes were clear and his words were sincere, he still felt something was wrong.

Just then, Zhang Hanqing stepped forward and patted Yang Yuting heavily on the shoulder.

"Chief of Staff Yang, you're very frank. I accept your apology on behalf of my elder brother. We're all on the same side; it's just a misunderstanding. Don't take it to heart!"

His words and tone were completely those of a victor. He then turned to Lin Qi and smiled.

"Brother, Chief of Staff Yang is my father's right-hand man. The misunderstanding has a lot to do with me. Now that everything has been cleared up, let's put an end to the past grievances."

Since things had come to this point, Lin Qi, though still confused, had to save face.

He stepped forward, smiling as he extended his hand.

"Chief of Staff Yang, yesterday's sand table exercise was just a normal exchange of ideas."

"The real fun comes from sparring, getting all red in the face, sweating, and drawing your gun."

"I would be truly disappointed if Chief of Staff Yang were to adopt a more subdued demeanor."

"You watched Hanqing grow up, so it's only right that you protect him."

Yang Yuting quickly reached out and shook his head, his face full of guilt.

Lin Qi shook the hand he was holding and smiled.

"As Hanqing said, let bygones be bygones, and we will ask Chief of Staff Yang to take good care of us in Fengtian in the future."

Yang Yuting sighed, "Dr. Lin's literary and military talents are astonishing, and his magnanimity far surpasses mine. From now on, if there's anything I can do to help, Dr. Lin, please don't hesitate to ask!"

After saying that, he withdrew his hand and said seriously.

"Dr. Lin, Hanqing!"

"With important matters imminent and other military duties to attend to, I cannot stay any longer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yuting put his gold-rimmed glasses back on and turned around.

Military boots clattered on the blue bricks, one, two, three times, neither fast nor slow, until they reached the gate.

As soon as Yang Yuting left, Zhang Hanqing came over, lowered his voice, and beamed with excitement, like a child who had just received a toy.

"Big brother, did you see that?"

"That kid Yang Yuting got a scolding from the old man last night, and he came to apologize to you this morning."

"From now on, who will dare to show you any disrespect in Fengtian?"

"Even the top strategist of our Fengtian Army has bowed down to you!"

Lin Qi didn't reply, but as he watched Yang Yuting's disappearing figure, he still felt something was wrong.

Zhang Hanqing, unaware of what he was thinking, put his arm around his shoulder!

"Brother, let's go hunting."

Outside the second gate of the Marshal's Mansion.

The Ford Model T was polished to a shine.

Seeing Zhang Hanqing and Lin Qi come out arm in arm, the driver quickly got out of the car and opened the door.

The driver was Zhang Hanqing's personal bodyguard, surnamed Tan, a lieutenant in the Fengtian Army, from outside the Great Wall, a man of few words, and an excellent marksman.

Lin Qi and Zhang Hanqing got into the back seat, while another guard got into the passenger seat, with two Browning pistols tucked into his waistband.

The back seat was spacious. Zhang Hanqing placed the double-barreled shotgun diagonally across his lap, and the car door clicked shut.

The engine sputtered to life, and Lieutenant Tan glanced at it in the rearview mirror.

"Young Marshal, shall we go to Erdaogou?"

"Yes, Erdaogou!"

Zhang Hanqing slapped his thigh and said to Lin Qidao.

"Brother, you don't know, I had the brothers scatter corn in that hazelnut grove in Erdaogou a few days ago."

"The roe deer, pheasants, and mountain rabbits are at their fattest right now."

When he talks about hunting, he becomes much more animated than when he's in the operations room.

"Brother, do you believe it or not? This morning alone, the two of us brothers can hunt down at least three roe deer!"

"The roe deer in Northeast China are really stupid; they'll stop when you call them. It all depends on your marksmanship, brother!"

"..."

Lin Qi listened to Zhang Hanqing's hunting story with a smile, but he was secretly wondering about it.

With a "clatter," the engine lurched, the wheels rolled over the blue bricks, over the threshold of the Marshal's Mansion, and soon out of the South Gate of Fengtian.

We drove to the official road outside the city that led to Erdaogou, which was paved with half gravel and half yellow earth.

Lin Qi remained silent.

Zhang Hanqing talked to himself about which forests he would take his elder brother to see today, which one had a spring, where the roe deer loved to drink water, which one was a gentle slope with the most rabbits, and which one was a sunny slope where pheasants would swarm.

Lin Qi had a smile on his lips, seemingly listening to his brother, but his mind was actually racing.

She silently replayed Yang Yuting's apology in her mind, pondering each word several times.

There were no obvious flaws; it seemed that he was genuinely forced to apologize because of the old man's beating.

Even so, he still felt something was wrong.

Since I couldn't figure it out by thinking straight ahead, I came up with a logical model that science students often use.

known conditions:

Article 1.

Yang Yuting.

The Chief of Staff of the Fengtian Army, the top strategist, is arrogant, conceited, and extremely power-hungry.

He entered the military academy at the age of seventeen and joined the Fengtian Army Council at the age of twenty-four, where he was hailed as "Little Zhuge Liang".

He has always looked down on most of his old brothers who came from humble backgrounds and had a beard, and he looks down on Zhang Hanqing, who was spoiled and pampered.

What do people with this kind of personality cherish most?

Face, reputation, status.

Article .

Last night, the sand table was set up.

In front of a room full of veteran generals of the Fengtian Army, he launched a three-pronged attack, defeating the "top strategist of the Fengtian Army" and forcing him into a series of retreats.

When the final "flooding of Nanyuan + heavy artillery sweep" was launched, Yang Yuting was almost furious.

What does this mean for someone who values ​​their "face" more than their life?

It was the greatest humiliation of his life.

Article 3.

He not only defeated Yang Yuting on the sand table, but also directly predicted "Feng Huanzhang's defection in Chahar" in the strategic simulation.

What does this mean?

This move effectively kicked Feng Jun and Yang Yuting, the "top strategist," from the position of chess player to that of a chess piece.

Yang Yuting is no longer the player on the chessboard of Fengtian; Lin Qicai is.

Given the given conditions, Lin Qi puts himself in Yang Yuting's shoes. If he were Yang Yuting, how would he treat "Lin Qi"?

He received the answer almost instantly, and Lin Qi exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no, Yang Yuting is going to kill me!"

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