Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 144: Su Zhengyang's brilliance at the Great World Ballroom

A sneer appeared on Su Zhengyang's lips. After thinking for a moment, he slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

"Young Marshal Zhang is really in a good mood. Let's go to the Great World Ballroom. I also want to see the extravagant life of these princes."

Yang Chengjun, who was sitting on the sofa, frowned and said, "Should we wait a little longer? Zhang Liye can't just avoid us forever. Let's sit down at the negotiation table and talk about this matter first, and then decide what attitude to take towards the Songhu Army."

Su Zhengyang shook his head and said, "Don't you understand? Zhang Liye has no intention of talking to me. Perhaps it can be said that the current Marshal Zhang doesn't take the Northern Frontier government seriously at all."

"I'll bring someone with you."

An hour later, at two o'clock in the morning, three jeeps stopped on the street in front of the Great World Ballroom. At this time, even Beilong City had fallen into a silent night, but the block where the Great World Ballroom was located was still bustling with lights and traffic.

A small number of cars and some rickshaws shuttled back and forth on the street, accompanied by the calls of cheongsam dancers and the unbridled laughter of drinkers, forming a unique and special scene.

Seeing Su Zhengyang and the others getting out of the car with extraordinary demeanor, the mama-san who was greeting the guests at the door twisted her waist and came towards them in a charming manner. In this line of work, the most important thing is the eyes. From the way Su Zhengyang and the others were dressed and the military vehicles parked on the side of the road, Meng Lian could tell that they were military personnel.

"Hey, officers, what brings you here? Come in quickly. Today is the first day that Miss Lu will sing. You are late. There is almost no seat left inside."

Su Zhengyang said slowly with a calm expression: "I'm here to look for someone. Marshal Zhang should be inside."

Meng Lian was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "So you are here to see Young Marshal Zhang. Young Marshal Zhang is drinking and having fun with several other young masters on the second floor. Please follow me."

Su Zhengyang, Yan Shuangying and Yang Chengjun followed Menglian into the dance hall. The moment they entered the door, they saw bright lights and singing and dancing. In the hall of more than a thousand square meters, there were at least dozens of tables of different sizes. It was already crowded. On the stage covered with red carpet, a tall woman with a slightly sad look on her eyebrows and eyes, wearing a white cheongsam with blue flowers, was singing the song "Wang Ya Dancing Girl" which was popular in Shanghai with her magnetic voice, which aroused cheers from the people present.

As the most famous entertainment venue in the whole city of Shanghai, those who can enter the Great World Ballroom to consume are all people of extraordinary status and considerable wealth.

All the guests present were dressed very decently.

"Young Marshal Zhang and the others are on the second floor. I don't know your name, so I'll have someone go and tell them. Please wait here for a while to avoid offending these gentlemen."

Su Zhengyang looked up and saw several guards wearing Songhu Army uniforms standing upright in the corner of the VIP area on the second floor, as if they were on guard duty. There was no doubt that Zhang Liye was here.

"No need, I will go up to meet Marshal Zhang in person and give him a surprise."

Su Zhengyang ignored Menglian's obstruction and slowly walked towards the second floor from the marble spiral staircase on the side.

When they came to the corner where Zhang Liye and others were, they were still teasing the dancers around them, laughing heartily and having a great time.

The two guards beside Zhang Liye reached out to stop Su Zhengyang.

"No one is allowed to enter or leave here, please find another place."

Su Zhengyang winked at Yan Shuangying, who strode forward and chopped one of the guards on the neck with a palm knife, instantly making him faint. The other guard was horrified and was about to draw his gun, but Yan Shuangying kicked him straight away, and he somersaulted twice on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

The huge noise immediately attracted the attention of Zhang Liye and others.

Su Zhengyang walked forward, looked down at Zhang Liye who was sitting on the sofa, and said coldly: "Young Marshal Zhang is really arrogant. I heard that you caught a cold? Even though you are seriously ill, you can still endure the pain and come here to have fun. I really admire you."

Before going south, Su Zhengyang had seen Zhang Liye's photo, and Zhang Liye also recognized Su Zhengyang at a glance.

"It's Councillor Su. You've been traveling so long, why didn't you take a good rest at the hotel? Why did you come here directly?"

Behind Su Zhengyang and the others, the panicked manager of Great World looked at Zhang Liye with fear and said, "Young...Young Marshal, they broke in by force, it's none of my business."

"Get out of here, you have nothing to do here."

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead, his legs trembling, and he crawled downstairs as if he had been pardoned.

Su Zhengyang sat next to Zhang Liye in a familiar manner, picked up the cigar box on the table, and took out a cigar. Yan Shuangying came over and lit it for Su Zhengyang.

Su Zhengyang leaned on the sofa and said slowly, "Young Marshal Zhang would rather live a life of luxury here than meet me, the imperial envoy. My wedding is coming up and I don't have time to waste in Shanghai, so I had to come here in person."

"Since Councillor Su is here, come and have a drink with me. We won't talk about business today. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Su Zhengyang waved his hand and interrupted Zhang Liye.

With deep eyes, he looked directly at Zhang Liye and said, "I said, I don't have time to delay any longer. Tonight, right here, you have to give me an answer. Is the Songhu Army now the army of the Northern Frontier Government, or has it already disguised itself as the Southern Government?"

Zhang Liye was slightly stunned, as if he had not expected that Su Zhengyang would put this issue so directly on the table.

"I think we can talk about this slowly. My father is also a senior member of the Northern Xinjiang government, and I still have feelings for Northern Xinjiang..."

Su Zhengyang interrupted Zhang Liye again and said, "I don't want to hear this nonsense. I came to Shanghai this time for two purposes. First, the Zhang family must hand over the control of the Songhu Army, and the Northern Frontier will appoint a new supreme commander to lead the Songhu Army. Second, you, Zhang Liye, must give a clear attitude now. If you insist on becoming a pawn of the Southern Government, then I tell you, be prepared and start a war at any time."

Su Zhengyang's aggressive attitude has left Zhang Liye with no way out, but he had actually made the decision long ago.

Zhang Liye's expression turned cold, and his expression swept across Su Zhengyang's cheek like a knife.

Yang Chengjun, who was not far from Su Zhengyang, was also somewhat surprised. How could his future brother-in-law be so impulsive and use such a tough attitude to force Zhang Liye to go to war? Now that Shanghai has lost control of the 50,000 Songhu troops, what can the Northern Frontier government use to go to war?

Could it be possible with the Beilong Town combat troops of more than 10,000 people under his command?

Before Zhang Liye could respond, Bai Mingyu, who was sitting opposite him, mocked him, "Su Zhengyang, do you think this is Northwest Linzhou or North Dragon City? Don't put on your congressman's airs in Shanghai. Start a war? What do you have to start a war with? I, Bai Mingyu, tell you today that when you come to Shanghai, you have to coil up if you are a dragon and lie down if you are a tiger. You are so arrogant and domineering. Don't you want to leave Shanghai alive?"

Su Zhengyang said with a strong smile on his face: "Are you Bai Mingyu, the son of the Bai warlord? Today, I, Su Zhengyang, will tell you what it means to be a fierce dragon and not cross the river. How dare you, a second-generation rich man, threaten me? Who gave you the courage? "

Su Zhengyang stood up suddenly, and smashed Bai Mingyu's head with the thick bottle of foreign liquor in his hand unexpectedly and viciously. Blood and liquor slowly slid down from Bai Mingyu's head, and Bai Mingyu let out a miserable wail.

"Su Zhengyang! How dare you be so presumptuous in my territory? I want to see how you end up today!"

Zhang Liye stared at Su Zhengyang in front of him with red eyes, his right hand on the holster at his waist, as if he would draw his gun and shoot Su Zhengyang at any time.