On the day Mr. Chen went to the official residence, it happened to be a regular meeting of the National Government. Many military and political officials gathered together and whispered in the conference room.

Minister Song, who was sitting on the left side of the upper seat, turned his head from time to time to introduce the names and positions of the officials present to Mr. Chen to help the other party get familiar with the situation.

The two were chatting, and the door of the conference room was pushed open. The guards next to the door immediately gave a gun salute and shouted loudly.

"Chief is here!"

After hearing this, everyone stood up and straightened their backs, their expressions became serious, and they all looked at the door where there was no one yet.

Mr. Chen was shocked and did not expect that such a feudal scene could be seen in the mountain city.

This was just a matter of kneeling down to greet the Locust Emperor from the previous dynasty. This made him, who had lived in Nanyang for a long time, feel uncomfortable and even a little disgusted.

A few dozen seconds later, Mr. Chen saw a young officer in a major general's uniform walking in first. The other party glanced sharply into the room, and then moved out of the position. Only then did someone appear in front of everyone.

"Sit down."

Someone came to the upper head and raised his hands and pressed them down. Then he greeted Mr. Chen with a smile. His attitude was very intimate. After all, he was the God of Wealth.

"Mr. Chen, you are a guest today. On behalf of the government, I welcome you and many compatriots in Southeast Asia to return to China. Please forgive me if there is any inadequate reception.

Nowadays, state affairs are difficult, and all departments are short of funds. Even I, as the chairman, only spend a few dozen yuan on food and clothing every day. I am really helpless."

A famous trader and actor in the Republic of China once again began his own performance, crying for poverty, selling misery, showing integrity, and being first-class in acting.

Even Mr. Chen, who was well-informed, was speechless by the other party's shamelessness, so he nodded to indicate that he had heard it.

Seeing that his purpose had arrived, someone sat down with a golden sword and ordered the heads of various departments to report on their work, especially financial difficulties. He was preparing to catch a sheep and pull it to death.

Zuo Chong, who was specially transferred to take charge of someone's safety, stood aside and felt his face burning. No wonder he could be the chairman. In terms of shamelessness, he had to be the bureaucrats and political management.

Mr. Chen, who was beaten up in autumn, was feeling like he was feeling pinned and watched the comedy for two hours with his teeth. When the last person finished reporting, he thought it was finally over.

He is not worried about money. Since the war between China and Japan started, overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia have donated hundreds of millions of cash and materials. What he cares about is whether the money is used where it should be used.

If used on the battlefield, they would not complain even if they were sold out. However, according to current observations, this seems to be the case.

It was already noon, and everyone surrounded someone and Mr. Chen, walked out of the conference room to the restaurant, preparing to have lunch, like stars and stars.

There were a few plates of simple dishes on the dining table, and the clear soup was weak without any oil or water.

The officials present all looked disgusted, reluctantly picked up chopsticks, picked up the food in a fake way, but didn't put it in their mouths.

When Mr. Chen noticed this, he had deep questions about whether the government could lead the Republic of China to defeat the Japanese, but on the surface he still started chatting with someone with a normal expression.

"How do you think of the mountain city?"

Someone who was eating with relish broke the rule of not talking about eclipses and asked Mr. Chen a question.

Compared with the government officials present, his eating movements were natural and his expression was real, as if he was eating delicacies, showing the actor's cultivation.

Mr. Chen was deceived by this superb performance and began to wonder if he had made a mistake. In fact, the government still has a rescue, at least it has a clean and honest man.

After pondering for a while, he slowly spoke: "I am a layman in the political ruling world, and I am ashamed of being able to speak. The factory has not had time to visit.

However, passing through the streets of the city, Chen and his friends were really pleased to see the construction of a large scale, convenient transportation and vigorous atmosphere.

However, the vehicles are very untidy, which is very different from Malaya. Any untidy vehicles in the local area must be cleaned up.

This not only protects vehicles, but also helps hygiene and public viewing. I think the government can implement the same policy in a timely manner."

When someone heard this, he was overjoyed and immediately ordered Zuo Chong, who was behind him to take a diary and a pen, and write it on it, obviously recording Mr. Chen's suggestion.

This made Mr. Chen very pleased. What he saw and heard a few days ago made him think that the authorities were passive in resistance, the people's lives were miserable, and officials were corrupt and corrupt. He couldn't help but feel disappointed and felt bleak about the future of the country.

He thought in private that those senior officials of the Frugal Party held important positions but did not do anything about public or private affairs, and did everything they wanted to commit corruption and live a luxurious life, which would have no benefit to the country.

But they are both in their forties and fifties. They can neither do good deeds nor die early. They will be in the position for at least twenty or thirty years.

I don’t know where the savior of the Republic of China is?

Even if you are born or still studying in school, you may not have to take on national affairs in more than 30 years. The future of the nation is deeply worrying.

Because he was worried that he would bring disaster, he could only keep these words in his heart and could not say them to anyone, so he was very depressed.

But today I saw someone’s words and deeds, the breath that was lying in my chest was slightly loosened, and the expression on my face became a little more sincere.

Finally, my mind became hot and told the other party on the spot that the Nanyang Condolences Group would raise funds as much as possible to contribute to the War of Resistance.

After getting what he wanted, someone stood up excitedly and started an impromptu speech, from the Republic of China to Europe, from the military to politics, applause resounded throughout the restaurant, and the guests and guests were having fun for a while.

However, in a private conversation after the meal, Mr. Chen said that he and the condolence group wanted to go to the northwest to have a look, and the people of South China wanted to know the situation there.

After hearing this, someone looked dark and cursed the underground party, saying "no nationality thought", "verbal discourse", "no faith", and implying that the condolence group should not go to the northwest.

Seeing this, Mr. Chen was slightly worried about the prospect of joint anti-Japanese war, but he didn't care too much. He briefly said that he had a reason to go there.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As a representative of overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia, his duty is to lead overseas Chinese back to China for consolation and inspection. Any important places with no obstacles in traffic must be visited in person to fulfill their responsibilities.

After returning overseas, he would also report to overseas Chinese according to facts, otherwise it would affect the subsequent fundraising work.

Someone had no reason to stop Mr. Chen anymore. He was afraid that if he continued to stop him, he would arouse the disgust of the "God of Wealth", so he had to agree.

Before parting, he said hypocritically: "It's okay to go, but don't be deceived by the underground party. You are a capitalist and you will not sympathize with them."

These words made Mr. Chen feel like he was regarded as a child, which made him feel a little amused by someone’s prejudice against the Northwest and was somewhat worried about the domestic war.

Mr. Chen, full of thought, left the official residence and continued to inspect the mountain city and its southwest in the following days, and made more discoveries.

On the day of the meeting, someone issued two orders, the first was to prohibit extravagance, and the second was to pay attention to the tidyness of the streets and vehicles.

The officials and civilians in the mountain city responded very quickly, the officials' indifferent expenditures became less, and the cars became much cleaner, at least they looked so.

But it can't be true, it can't be true.

Mr. Chen accidentally saw a warehouse in the city, full of high-end cars, and thick dust accumulated on the cars.

This seems to symbolize that the mountain city is under the extravagance and corruption of the Fruit Party, but the surface is clean and the internal corruption has been deeply rooted.

What made Mr. Chen even more angry was that a few days later, the condolences group visited Chengdu City and saw local officials building graves next to the tombs of Emperor Zhaolie Liu Bei, which was very impressive in scale.

Afterwards, everyone was shocked to hear that the money, grain and taxes in Sichuan Province had been received in the 71st year of the Republic of China, and even sucking bones and marrow cannot describe the greed of these people.

All this made Mr. Chen and his condolence group no longer have the intention to visit and decided to set off to the northwest immediately.

"Under the rule of the State Government, there is no way to match the difficulties of resisting Japan!"

A member of the condolence group said in anger that this was both accusation and a deep concern for the future of the Republic of China.

The Central Commission for Discipline Agency, who was responsible for accompanying and protecting, reported all these situations. After reading it, someone's face became ugly. He picked up the phone and summoned Dai Chunfeng and Zuo Chong to the office.

The master and apprentice received the order and rushed to the official residence as quickly as possible, standing respectfully at the desk, waiting for the instruction.

Someone was not talking nonsense and asked the Military Commission to send someone to the northwest to send a condolence group to closely monitor the ideological trends of his members and prevent the spread of red among the overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia.

this.......

Dai Chunfeng and Zuo Chong looked at each other. It was easy to send someone, but the question was who to send.

If you send an ordinary spy, if you encounter problems on the way, the other party's authority is too low, and it will take a lot of time to ask for instructions on everything you do.

Therefore, we can only send senior military commanders to the northwest to accompany us. This is a chore and there is still some danger.

Although the underground party declares that it will not engage in political assassination, no one wants to use his own life to bet on this kind of thing.

After being silent for a long time, Zuo Chong took the initiative to take a step forward and volunteered to lead the team to carry out this mission.

"The committee has not yet achieved the intelligence work for the underground party. I want to go to the northwest in person to avoid being at a loss during the incident."

This is of course his excuse. If he doesn't go...again, wouldn't he be reborn in vain?

It is said that the northwest is a holy place that is separated by life, and countless progressive young people gather here. Luo Yongying, the girl who walked with her younger brother Zuo Jun, stayed there. Zuo Chong was very curious about what magic there was.

On the other hand, someone was very satisfied with his answer. After all, the children in my hometown could always be anxious about what they were anxious about and what they were thinking.

If such cadres are not valued, should they use waste like Xu Enzeng? The future of the party and the country also requires future generations.

It’s just that the northwest is too allergic to let the Military Control Commission act alone. The necessary supervision must be provided. Let Xu Enzeng follow him, as it is all checks and balances.

Someone narrowed his eyes and quickly made a decision. The Military Control Commission was still responsible for the overall work and the Central Commission for Administration was assisted by the Central Commission for Administration for this trip.
Chapter completed!