The next day at noon, Huang Xing rushed back to Nanjing in a hurry, and after getting off the train, he ran to the Taiping Bridge area, which was currently being maintained by Wang Zhenyu.

  Wang Zhenyu accompanied the pale-faced Huang Xing to inspect the entire area of the military disturbance, looking at the houses that had been burned down by fierce fires. Huang Xing was deeply grieved, and his already pale face became even more unsightly.

  Huang Xing stood on the ruins and said to his entourage: "Things have come to this, I am responsible for being left behind. Huang Keqiang owes it to the people of Nanjing and also owes it to the tens of thousands of brothers who followed us."

  Looking at Huang Xing's lonely and majestic figure, his bright red eyes, and that heart-wrenching roar, Wang Zhenyu suddenly felt a sense of desolation, the desolation of a hero in decline.

  The inspection was about to end, and Wang Zhenyu remembered a big thing of his own. He walked three steps in two strides to Huang Xing's side and said: "Commander Huang, the student has something very important that needs to be reported to you alone."

  Huang Xing, who was just about to leave, was taken aback by the words. He glanced at Wang Zhenyu. For this young man who claimed to be a student and used his official title from the Wuhan period, he had always had an inexplicable good impression, so he nodded slightly, which was tantamount to agreeing.

  A group of people moved to the Liushou Mansion, but Huang Xing did not enter through the main gate. Instead, he went in through a side door. He had no choice - too many people were blocking the main entrance asking him for money, and it would be very troublesome if they saw him. After more than a month, Huang Xing's face had become thick-skinned, and every time he entered the Liushou Mansion, he took the side door.

  "Zhenyu, my younger brother, you've also seen it, I'm so bored with this guard duty!" As soon as he sat down, Huang Xing let out a sigh.

  "It's not your fault, Beijing obviously intentionally designed you to be put on the fire and roasted. Anyone who encounters this kind of situation would find it difficult to get out of it even if they were a clever housewife! As for the rich people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, their methods are even more chilling. In the future, if something happens, who will still be willing to fight for the world? They think they are smart, but actually, they are just short-sighted and small-minded."

  Huang Xing's heart warmed up a bit, but he still shook his head and said: "There is no need to say such comforting words. As for the current situation, I am also at a loss."

  "But if things are allowed to go on like this, there will be more and more trouble." Wang Zhenyu reminded in a low voice that Huang Xing was indeed an old yellow cow. Not only did Yuan Shikai think he was exciting, but also the Jiangsu-Zhejiang financial groups thought he was exciting, and even within the Nationalist Party, some people were watching his excitement.

  Sun Shan at this time really was a big cannon, throwing the mess in Nanjing to Huang Xing and running to Beijing as the national railway supervisor, shouting every day that he wanted to raise funds for the country to build 100,000 miles of railways. Song Jiaoren was busy organizing parties and preparing for the general election, pulling people from all sides. Whoever it was, they ignored Huang Xing, who had made great contributions in the Xinhai Revolution, and now this mess in Nanjing had become Huang Xing's private affair.

  Huang Xing thought of this, and couldn't help but feel depressed. "How could I not know? For now, I can only disband these troops, but I don't even have enough money to give them 10 yuan each as dismissal fees, what can I do?"

  Wang Zhenyu gritted his teeth and said, "Actually, I came to see you today at the request of a friend. Now it seems that this friend may be able to help you resolve your urgent problem."

  Huang Xing was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes immediately changed from helplessness to sharpness. He leaned slightly towards Wang Zhenyu and said in a low voice, "What friend, how can he solve my urgent problem?"

  Wang Zhenyu also said in a low voice: "Commander Huang, my friend's surname is Ye. He had heard that the Nanjing army was going to be disbanded. He thought that when these troops were disbanded, there would inevitably be a large number of military equipment to be recovered. These military equipment are valuable goods, as long as Commander Huang you..."

  Huang Xing shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, no, these weapons are to be counted and stored in the warehouse according to the orders of the Beijing Army Department. How can they be used for trading? Wen Zheng, my brother, do not mention this again."

  Wang Zhenyu smiled: "Beijing Army Department? They don't even give us a penny for dismissal fees, yet they still want to keep an eye on this batch of ammunition. Are they really treating us like fools? Commander Huang, 10 yuan in dismissal fees per person, and with 300,000 brothers, that's 3 million yuan! Moreover, I think those people in Beijing are not good people either. Don't you need to organize some elite troops just in case?"

  The last sentence really got to Huang Xing's heart, but as soon as he thought about the nature of selling arms, he firmly shook his head: "Wen Zheng, I know, but once these weapons are bought, the consequences will be severe."

  Wang Zhenyu immediately stood up and advised again: "However, Commander, the situation in Nanjing is already very serious at present. If these troops are not dispersed, the consequences will be unthinkable. I'm worried that it won't be the people of Nanjing who suffer later."

  Huang Xing was still hesitant, and Wang Zhenyu decided to add more fuel: "Today's chaos is caused by the Jiangxi army. If there is further delay, tomorrow it will be the Guangdong army, the Guangxi army, and the Hunan army. Commander Huang, can you still consider other gains and losses at this time?"

  Huang Xing's face turned red as he thought about it, and indeed, what could be done if he took responsibility for it himself?

  He stood up and gritted his teeth: "Where is this friend of yours with the surname Ye now?"

  Alright, it's settled. Wang Zhenyu hastily said that Mr. Ye is currently in Wuhan, if Huang Xing has the intention, I will immediately go and send a telegram to invite him.

  Ye Zuwen received Wang Zhenyu's telegram just after attending the opening ceremony of the Hankou Shipping Company. With the help of his friends in Shanghai, it only took three months for Wang Zhenyu to set up the shipping company. The registered capital was 200,000 yuan, and the five 70-ton cargo ships were all second-hand goods bought from foreigners at a cost of 150,000 taels of silver.

  Currently, Wang Zhenyu has about 3.3 million yuan left in Ye Zuwen's hands, which is exactly what he set aside for Wang Zhenyu to do this arms deal. In fact, Ye Zuwen has already tied the fate of the Ye family with Wang Zhenyu's future, and even if Wang Zhenyu really runs out of money, Ye Zuwen will unhesitatingly put his own wealth into it. Because in Ye Zuwen's view, Wang Zhenyu's future prospects are bound to be limitless.

  Now, Wang Zhenyu has surprised Ye Zuwen again. He actually said that Huang Xing started this arms business? After Ye Zuwen's surprise, he naturally decided to set off for Nanjing, and there was no business that could make more money than this one.

  However, this time Ye Zuwen did not plan to go alone, and he also brought his eldest son, 10-year-old Ye Guoxuan. Ye Zuwen's idea was that after all, he was over 40 years old, and the future of the Ye family would still depend on these younger generations, so it was good for them to meet Wang Zhenyu early and lay the foundation for the future.

  Ye Guoxuan and Ye Ziyun are siblings, both with handsome appearances, but their personalities differ greatly. Ye Guoxuan is very honest and down-to-earth. He had originally planned to take the entrance exam for the Imperial University, but due to the sudden outbreak of war, he had to put his plans on hold. Ye Guoxuan continued to help his father with work while also studying diligently. As the eldest son who doesn't have any spoiled habits, although a bit awkward in speech, he is indeed reliable and practical. Ye Zuwen may not say it out loud, but deep down, he is very pleased with him. In comparison, those younger sons of his are truly a headache for him.

  Ye Guoxuan was about to leave the house and was gathering his things when he saw his sister Ye Ziyun sneak in with a mischievous look on her face. He found it strange: "Ziyun, what are you doing?"

  Ye Zhiwen smiled and playfully stuck out her tongue at him, then skipped over to Ye Guoxuan's side and said: "From childhood to adulthood, big brother has always doted on me the most. I came to take a look, you're going on your first long trip, be careful with your body."

  Ye Guoxuan was rarely moved, and nodded towards this mischievous little girl.

  This was Ye Zhiwen suddenly producing a letter, the envelope already sealed. Ye Guoxuan jumped in fright: "Wenmei, what's the meaning of this?"

  "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I heard you're going to see General Wang with your father, so I'm asking you to bring a letter to him, but don't tell your father, okay?"

  "Ah, how can this be? I won't be able to do it." Ye Guoxuan scared the little sister.

  "Then you can try, if you don't give it to me, I'll tell Mommy that you're bullying me." After finishing speaking, Ye Zhiwen also raised her small fist in a threatening manner, and Ye Guoxuan suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

  "Alright, brother, just help me this once. General Wang won't eat you, I'll say it was from me to him, he won't do anything to you. Alright, Mom has something else to ask of me, please take care of it." After saying that, Ye Zhiwen tossed the letter onto Ye Guoxuan's body and bounced away with a jump.

  Ye Guoxuan smiled wryly, once again being played by his sister.

  An honest man is an honest man, when he got on the boat, Ye Guoxuan thought for a long time and still decided to hand over the letter to his father. Unexpectedly, his father took the letter in his hand, furrowed his brow, weighed it back and forth several times, and then handed it back to Ye Guoxuan, saying: "Let's do it according to Zhiwen's idea!"

  Ye Guoxuan was shocked, what did his father mean? He didn't dare to think more, years of habit made him choose to put away the letter and leave.

  "Haha, Mr. Ye, this is the old revolutionary veteran I often mentioned to you, Huang Xing, a founding father of the Republic." Wang Zhenyu was making introductions in the Nanjing garrison headquarters.

  "Mr. Ye, don't listen to Wen Zheng's (Wang Zhenyu) nonsense, what 'Republic of China founding father' is that? I'm just a beggar now! Still hoping Mr. Ye can give me a way out." Perhaps having found a way out, Huang Xing appeared very relaxed today, and started joking in a self-mocking tone.

  "Huang Liushou, General Wang, this is my son Guo Xuan. Guo Xuan, come here and pay your respects to Old Master Huang and Big Brother Wang!" Ye Zuweng naturally didn't forget to introduce his own son.

  Ye Guoxuan hastily stepped forward to greet the two, and took the opportunity to secretly take a closer look at Wang Zhenyu, who was standing beside Huang Xing with a smile on his face. Indeed, he was a talented and handsome man, with a very capable appearance. No wonder his sister... He couldn't help but think wildly again.

  After the pleasantries, Huang Xing invited Ye Zuwen to take a seat. He had no idea that Wang Zhenyu was actually the real boss of this deal. And as for Wang Zhenyu himself, he was also happy to see things go smoothly, making a big fortune without drawing attention to himself was the best outcome.

  Everyone started chatting casually for a few sentences and didn't get to the point for a while.