Ye Zhiwen can't remember how long it's been since she last had sex with Wang Zhenyu. Anyway, tonight felt really different. Her husband was so fierce! At first, Ye Zhiwen was still moaning softly, but later on, she just let out a miserable wail. After more than an hour of struggling, Wang Zhenyu finally finished and let out a loud roar, completely knocking Ye Zhiwen to the ground on the bed.

  The pressure seemed to be released with that angry roar. Wang Zhenyu gently covered the blanket over Ye Zhiwen's exposed body, then lay on the bed, letting the bright moonlight outside shine in and illuminate his solid chest muscles.

  After a while, Ye Zhiwen also caught her breath and rested her head on Wang Zhenyu's arm. Her snow-white jade arm was placed together with the moonlight on Wang Zhenyu's chest, and her slender jade fingers occasionally playfully swept across his sturdy chest.

  Ye Zhiwen's eyes were distant as she stared at the man who had just ravaged her body, this was her man, her lifelong partner, but why did his face carry a hint of worry today?

  "Brother Yu, what's wrong? Can you tell me?" Ye Zhiwen asked softly, her small head pressed against Wang Zhenyu's chest. Thinking about what his father and mother had said to him a few days ago, Wang Zhenyu thought that not only the Wang family and the Ye family, but also the entire Guo She Dang and the Youth Army, with tens of thousands of people's lives and honor hanging in the balance, all depended on his shoulders. He was able to live a happy life thanks to his own efforts, relying on himself to hold up the sky for his wife. But he didn't understand, not only did he not share his worries with his wife, but also secretly misused public funds and labor to build a villa for himself in Tongdao, and even used his guards to kidnap people when his brother got into trouble. Now that he thought about it, he really was too reckless.

  "Uncle Yu is not obedient, it's Wen Er who doesn't listen. She shouldn't have built a villa and sent people to the police station to grab someone." As he spoke, he even cried hot tears that slid directly onto Wang Zhenyu's chest.

  King Zhenyu, who was deep in thought, slightly raised his head and said, "Huh, still crying, silly girl?"

  He reached out and grabbed Ye Zhiwen's arm: "Dear, why are you crying? How could I blame Wenmei? It's all just trivial matters. Tomorrow, I'll let Wang Hu go to the vocational school and send Guo Wei there to study hard and learn some skills. He's young and can't help but take a wrong turn, but he's still a good kid, right? If you want to avoid the heat in that mountainous place with clear water, I've also arranged for Song Haomin to handle it. He has already mobilized the new recruits from the Fenghuang 801 base and the 805 base to build villas in Zhangjiajie and Guilin. Next summer, if you want to live there, you can live there, are you satisfied?"

  Ye Zhiwen's small fist lightly patted Wang Zhenyu's chest: "You're so annoying, you know I was worried about you, but that day you still gave me a cold face and scared me so much that I got seriously ill."

  His fingers lightly brushed over Ye Ziyuan's delicate face: "You're still young and haven't seen the dangers of this world. Originally, I wanted you to spend your life happily in my arms, but who would have thought that I'd end up where I am today? With the fate of nearly a million people in my hands, I dare not think about what's to come. At this time, I can no longer be like before. There are people around us who will try to curry favor with you, calculate their gains and losses, and all of it is just for personal benefit. If you can't keep your own nature, you'll be swallowed up, deceived, and betrayed. Ziyuan, think about it: if you always protect your loved ones, what will your followers think? Think about it: as the leader of a power, if you don't strive to expand your foundation but instead indulge in luxury and extravagance, how will those who follow you see you? Once they feel that you can't uphold justice and lead them towards a brighter future, won't they turn against you?"

  Ye Zhiwen felt a chill run down her spine: "I think they are very loyal to you, whatever you ask them to do, they will do it."

  Wang Zhenyu listened to the loud laughter: "This person's heart is separated from his stomach, Wenmei can't just look at the appearance, right? You said that the deputy director who flattered you before or the captain of the guard team, such people are not useful. Why did they try to please you? It was not for your development and growth, but only to gain promotion by pleasing you. In fact, in history, such people were treacherous officials. Their nature is not good or bad, it's just a matter of integrity. If they encounter a wise king, they can only be mediocre officials. If they encounter a foolish king, they will leave a stench for thousands of years."

  Ye Zhiwen shone with those bright big eyes, seemingly understanding and yet not understanding. Wang Zhenyu suddenly laughed out loud and rubbed Ye Zhiwen's little nose hard, saying: "Let's hurry up and cultivate the land again, strive for next year you to give birth to a big fat baby boy for me."

  "Get lost, you big scoundrel! You're taking advantage of me again!"

  Wang Zhenyu didn't know that at the end of the corridor outside his bedroom door, Deputy Officer Zhao Yuting was listening with a blush on her face.

  The next day, Ye Ziwen, who had been tossed about all night, was still fast asleep. Wang Zhenyu put on his windbreaker and quietly got out of bed, then walked down the stairs and pushed open the door to go out.

  Wang Zhenyu walked into the small garden in front of Wen Lou, breathing in the cold fresh air, and his mind was still thinking about going north.

  The guards on duty at the Imperial Guard quickly discovered that their commander was standing alone in a strange manner at the edge of the bamboo forest, intently staring at the bamboos. Was he going to follow Wang Yangming's example and attain enlightenment by gazing at the bamboos? The guards didn't understand, but they could only increase their vigilance and protect the safety of their commander. Although being a guard required high standards and rigorous training, each month they received double pay as an officer, which was a unique treatment in the entire army. If they didn't do their job conscientiously, it wouldn't be acceptable.

  Wang Zhenyu is not thinking about Wuzhu but rather thinking about future things.

  Relying on a phone call, he unexpectedly established his own foundation in this era. This is unthinkable for the future generations of himself. But perhaps it's true that "a big tree attracts wind". One day, he was targeted by Yuan Shikai, the most powerful political leader at the beginning of the Republic of China. Faced with Yuan Shikai's order to suppress the Second Revolution, he had no choice but to either rebel or obey.

  But can he still come back after leaving? And even if he comes back, can he still grasp the overall situation? These are all things that trouble Wang Zhenyu's mind.

  Historically, Cai E's successful return to Yunnan two years after leaving was a miracle in itself. However, this miracle also had preconditions: among the troops of the Yunnan Army, there were 7,000 soldiers from Hunan who were away from home and had no other choice but to support Cai E, who had promoted them as officers. This is why after Cai E's death, Tang Jiyao was willing to sacrifice combat effectiveness in order to send the Hunanese out of the province. These people could not be commanded by him.

  Do you have such conditions and foundation yourself? Wang Zhenyu had doubts in his heart.

  Every name, position, and characteristic of a subordinate who could possibly control the overall situation passed through Wang Zhenyu's mind, but none of them could replace himself in controlling the overall situation. This aspect highlighted his own extreme importance. However, on the other hand, if he were to disappear from this era, the small group of Guo She Dang would also disintegrate and become history. This was really a frustrating thing. The seven inches of Wang Zhenyu were truly hit by Old Yuan this time.

  Wang Zhenyu suddenly had an urge to take a look at Anjiang. He walked out of the governor's office and the guards immediately became tense. The driver was urgently awakened and then drove the car to follow Wang Zhenyu, who got in without saying anything and took a stroll around the entire Anjiang area.

  Although it's a winter day, Anjiang City has already started to bustle at 7 o'clock in the morning. In the logistics area, huge cranes are operating, and one container after another is being lifted onto barges and piled up on the dock, waiting for workers to come and unpack and transport them. Without diesel forklifts or large trucks, efficiency is much lower compared to later generations. Wang Zhenyu shook his head, "The progress of productive forces ultimately depends on science and technology, not social systems. Social systems cannot improve productivity; their only role is to hinder the progress of productive forces."

  Groups of workers flooded into the industrial zone, riding their bicycles in dense crowds towards the location of their respective factories. Some couples who worked together even waved goodbye to each other at the gate of the steel factory and made plans to head home together after work. Isn't this exactly the kind of life that people in later generations yearn for? A streetcar arrived at the station, and some knowledge workers wearing suits got off. They were all engineering and technical personnel from the factories.

  Merchants in the residential area started calling out their early products. Many shops had not yet opened for business. Some children with backpacks jumped onto the streetcar heading to the administrative district. Anjiang Primary School and Anjiang Middle School are both located in the southeastern corner of the administrative district.

  Along the river road, students from the Army Officer School who went out for morning exercise wore vests and shouted uniform slogans as they ran neatly along the scenic pedestrian path. The newly risen sun shone its beautiful red light on each of their robust arms. What is presented before our King is a beauty of power.

  It was already around 8:20 when they returned to the administrative district. Government officials rode their bicycles through Chenyuan Road, but unlike ordinary people, they recognized the license plate of Da Shuai's car and naturally identified the person sitting in the open Ford car as their commander Wang Zhenyu.

  Then officials jumped off their bicycles and came to Wang Zhenyu, who naturally led the way with a wave of his hand. The officials also asked Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek how he was doing.

  Wang Zhenyu suddenly wondered if he could really afford to tear his face off and go to war with Yuan Shikai for personal reasons in such an extremely unfavorable situation, and whether he was qualified to ruin the normal lives of these ordinary people.