The cold winter has not gone

Wu Shaoting looked calm and asked Cen Chunxuan and Song Jiaoren seriously: "Mr. Yun, fisherman, tell me directly, are there any confidence in our party to win tax policies at the conference?"

Song Jiaoren sighed and said helplessly: "After the establishment of the Senate, all bills must be passed before they can be decided. At present, our party has less than one-third of the seats, and even if there are supporters within the Progressive Party... I am afraid there are not many. It must reach more than two-thirds before it can take effect."

Chen Jiongming said anxiously: "After all, our share is Guangdong and Fujian provinces, why should we give in to them!"

Song Jiaoren said helplessly: "If the House of Representatives is established, we have two provinces' share, which is an advantage. But now this has nothing to do with the province's share. Alas!"

Wu Shaoting took a breath and said again: "Why do the Senate have other proposals on tax affairs?"

Song Jiaoren nodded and said, "Yes, there are several proposals, but in addition to our proposals, the most controversial one is that Yunnan and Guizhou jointly introduce a set of policies. This tax policy will increase the intensity of taxation, which is very different from the current policies in Guangdong and Fujian."

Wu Shaoting narrowed his eyes and felt enlightened.

Chen Jiongming asked: "Who is supporting their policies!"

Cen Chunxuan took over and said, "The policies implemented by Yunnan and Guizhou are naturally supported by the members of the two provinces. The most troublesome thing is that even Guangxi is facing them, so it has a great impact on us. In addition, Sichuan's attitude is also very vague. Tingshuai should be very clear about the situation in Sichuan. There are so many warlords, and they are all relying on the old tax rates to maintain military spending."

Wu Shaoting pondered for a moment and said seriously: "Everyone, you all understand people. If the Senate Congress passes other tax policies, it will have a huge impact on our side. I am not promoting regional division. In private, I am a patrolman on the southeast coast. I need to guarantee the interests of the southeast coast. In public, I don't think there is anything wrong with the current tax policies on our southeast coast. You are all people who have contributed to the southeast coast. The efforts we have put in to implement tax policies are obvious to all."

Everyone sighed, with varying degrees of emotion on their faces. They all knew that Wu Shaoting was right. If the tax administration in the southwest was adopted, Fujian would have a great blow to Guangdong. Now, most of the fight against the Beiyang government has to rely on Wu Shaoting's power. If there was a problem with Wu Shaoting's side, there would be a problem in the entire south.

"Ting Shuai, what do you think you should do?" Chen Shaobai asked seriously.

"If our bill cannot be passed, we must never let other bills pass." Wu Shaoting said clearly and forcefully.

Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what Wu Shaoting meant for a moment.

"Tingshuai, what do you mean is... not to implement unified tax policies? Do the provinces still maintain the status quo?" Cen Chunxuan realized something and said tentatively.

"That's right. I know that unified taxation policy can better reflect the power of our southern government, but there are still many difficulties to be adjusted, so we can only take compromises." Wu Shaoting nodded deeply. Of course, he had thought about unifying the southern taxation policy. Once he was re-elected as the chairman of the government, this would be a great power. Unfortunately, things cannot be rushed.

Song Jiaoren, Cen Chunxuan and others looked at each other. They all looked forward to consolidating the power of the stubborn government. The reason why taxation and finance were listed as one of the main issues to be resolved is the importance they reflected in the functions of the government. However, they really cannot take risks now. Once the interests of Guangdong and Fujian are damaged, it will damage the foundation of the National People's Progressive Council. Political parties without real power will always be false in the Congress.

"Oh, I think I can only do this first!" Xu Xueqiu sighed first and said.

"Okay, I will talk to Zhuo Ru and the others tomorrow, and then find ways to mobilize other congressmen." Cen Chunxuan nodded slowly and said in a stern tone.

"This may be the best way at the moment. But we still have to fight for it as much as possible." Song Jiaoren did not want to give in so quickly, so he said in a heavy tone.

"Fisherman, I believe you know the importance of this matter, and I believe you can handle it properly. It depends entirely on you!" Wu Shaoting said earnestly.

There is no lively atmosphere in the spring of the Xinhuamen Presidential Palace in Beijing. Although the war in Sichuan has canceled half of the public holidays, even the state servants who are present every day cannot be cheered up, and the entire Xinhuamen seems even more dead. Especially the preparations of the Southern Government are becoming more and more vivid, making the Presidential Palace lose its glory more and more. The members of the MPs who were driven away went south one after another, and even the current members of the MPs couldn't help but be moved.

Everyone is gradually beginning to think about an important question on the surface or in their hearts. Is the current Beiyang government still the former Beiyang government?

Even if the Southern Alliance has not made any name, the momentum of the north and south and the domestic public opinion have long been reversed, and no one dares to underestimate the determination of the Southern government to enforce the government this time.

One morning in early March, some people gathered in the Presidential Office of Huairentang, waiting for the arrival of President Yuan Shikai. Not long after the first month of the New Year, these people had no expressions of pleasure on their faces, and they all looked calm, as if they were attending a solemn memorial service.

Lu Jianzhang, standing against the wall, was a little nervous. He had a lot of worries recently, especially about the Sichuan war. The day before yesterday, the General Staff Headquarters had received the news that the entire army of the Central Third Division was wiped out, but he kept suppressing the news and dared not report it easily. He thought that the Army Department should also receive the news, but it would be best to leave it to Duan Qirui to say this. But unexpectedly, even Duan Qirui suppressed the news.

Reporting good news or bad news has been a habit of the Beiyang Army for more than ten years. The momentum of the north was affected. Now if the news is reported, it will definitely cause an uproar. But Lu Jianzhang is not a fool, and it is obvious that he cannot keep the fire in his paper. The more bad the bad news is brewing, the worse it is.

He was not only worried about this, but also about the situation of the 18th Division of Sichuan. His nephew Feng Yuxiang is now stationed in Chengdu. If the Southern Army takes over Chengdu in one go, how should his nephew deal with it?

At this moment, Duan Qirui moved two steps slightly and came to Lu Jianzhang. He whispered: "The news from Sichuan cannot be delayed. When the president comes later, let's report it directly and truthfully."

Lu Jianzhang was stunned and looked at Duan Qirui with some annoyance, muttering in his heart: Are you still going to let me report? He said with a cold face: "Prime Minister Duan, you are the Minister of the Army Department. You have always been in charge of the front line. I thought Premier Duan had reported the news to the President long ago."

Duan Qirui remained silent. Lu Jianzhang's answer was as expected. He said calmly: "Is this time to say these words? Later, the president comes. Let me report this matter together. If you hide it, Sichuan is really over!" His last sentence aggravated his tone.

Lu Jianzhang knew what Duan Qirui meant, so he naturally didn't need two people to report a message together. The reason why he said this was to say hello in advance. Later, the president came and the two of them took care of each other and tried to reduce the suspicion of concealing military information, so as to prevent the General Staff of the Army from getting into trouble. He sighed with sympathy and said, "At present, we can't turn our elbows outwards. We must follow Premier Duan's lead."

Duan Qirui smiled strangely, then walked to the other side and tried to stay away from Yang Shiqi here.

At this time, Yang Shiqi was chatting with Zhang Yiao and Li Yuanhong. Although the conversation was not easy, there was something to say at least, and it was always better than those people in military uniforms around them.

Not long after, the attendant outside the door shouted loudly: "The President is here!"

The people in the office calmed down and a few people tidied up their clothes slightly.

The door opened and Yuan Shikai walked in slowly. He tried to make himself feel relaxed, but after all, he was old and his body was very weak. Even the steps to his presidential seat seemed too difficult. After finally sitting down, he glanced at everyone present, then waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to be polite.

"He Zonglian, Li Chun and Wenzhou had a telegram yesterday. Chunjiang said that Sichuan was in a hurry and asked us for reinforcements. This matter seemed quite a bit. We need to discuss it carefully today. However, Li Chun, Cao Kun and the others were willing to ask for battle. They planned to take advantage of the southwest and start from the two southeastern provinces when the southwest was all concerned!" He said in a low voice.

Everyone present was a little worried. After a new winter, the President's situation was completely different.

Everyone, look at me, and I look at you, and no one spoke. Yang Shiqi only had a little understanding of the overall situation and had no in-depth knowledge of the military. At this time, he could only speak without saying a word with his hands. Duan Qirui and Lu Jianzhang frequently exchanged glances, looking for a good opportunity to speak, but it was obvious that this opportunity was not now.

Li Yuanhong had something to say, but he wanted to say something but stopped.
Chapter completed!