During the turbulent times of the Republic of China, the Lu family in Jinling City suddenly experienced family changes. The young master Lu Yu, who had been pampered since childhood, fell from the clouds into the quagmire and fled to Chongqing, the wartime capital, with the refugees. At this time, there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Yuzhong Peninsula, where talents gathered and people from all walks of life, including politics, military, literature and business, came in droves. Lu Yu, who had just arrived, had neither money nor support, so he could only survive by writing articles.
Military chief Xu Yuren, who has always been known as a "Confucian general", was ostracized by his superiors and temporarily stepped down from military affairs to take charge of the united front work of the literary and art circles. Wuhan and Nanjing were lost one after another. The people continued to question the strength of the troops in resisting the enemy, and public condemnation was rampant. General Xu has been surrounded by all kinds of comments and has been miserable. He urgently needs to use public discourse to reshape the image of the country's military and restore public confidence. Secondly, the united front work in the cultural sector cannot be leaderless. This is the best time to reorganize the leadership.
Xu Yuren: "Recently there is a little writer who is very good at talking nonsense. Please come and have tea and treat me well."
Soon after.
"Brother Lu has outstanding literary talent and exquisite life. I still need your hard work in writing and publicity work."
So delicious!
Romantic and suave, cold on the outside and hot on the inside, the general attacks* with outstanding talent and a poor young man.
This story is purely fictitious. Please do not match up with historical figures. The background research is as historical as possible. If there are any deficiencies, please correct me. The author has a gentle heart and welcomes friendly exchanges and well-intentioned suggestions. I will not accept insults or flattery. If you scold me, don't blame me. . . . Cry for you.