During the period of the Republic of China, the Northeast warlord Zhang Zuolin, who was under the command of the commander, was often referred to as "Zhang Dashuai" in public, but in secret, people were quite dismissive of this bandit-born "emperor." Especially those literati and writers thought that Zhang Zuolin did not know a little knowledge and etiquette at all, and broke into the world with a pole, that is, he accidentally gained power in the troubled times at that time. Zhang Zuolin was actually well aware of the disrespect of others behind the scenes, but he was not ashamed of it. On the contrary, he always went his own way, and often regarded himself as a person who "did not understand culture."

Although there is much discussion about Zhang Zuolin's life and deeds, people have to give him a thumbs up in terms of his attitude towards the Japanese. Zhang Zuolin has his own way of dealing with the Japanese. Although he did not have a righteous and eloquent anti-Japanese oath, the Japanese feared and hated him.

As the commander of the feudal warlord, Zhang Zuolin was often invited to attend various banquets. Most of the time, Zhang Zuolin would send his younger brother Zhang Zuoxiang or other subordinates to attend these banquets on his behalf, but if the person invited was special, or the theme of the banquet was of great significance, Zhang Zuolin would definitely attend the banquet in person.

Once, Zhang Zuolin attended a banquet organized by a local socialite. While he and several friends at the banquet were toasting each other, several Japanese people who attended the banquet suddenly claimed: "I have heard for a long time that Zhang Dashuai is both civil and military. Please enjoy calligraphy and painting."

In fact, anyone who knows a little about Zhang Zuolin knows that Zhang Zuolin knows nothing about calligraphy and painting. Not only can he not write and draw, he may not even be able to understand it. The people at the table could see that the Japanese were deliberately making things difficult for him. Although Zhang Zuolin has a rough temperament, he is a man of understanding, and he has long known the bad intentions of the Japanese. In public, if the Japanese are not given some color to see, they will definitely make things difficult. In the end, not only will it be difficult to ride the tiger, but they will also lose face. So Zhang Zuolin also used some words he learned in social situations to reply: "Although I am not talented, I have no choice but to be generous, so I will be ugly in front of everyone." After saying that, he ordered the pen and ink to wait on him.

After a while, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all arranged. Zhang Zuolin strode to the table, wrote the word "virtual" with a large stroke on the laid rice paper, and then proudly signed: "Zhang Zuolin's hands are black."

At this time, not only a few Japanese people were confused, but even many Chinese people present looked at each other, puzzled. The secretary who had followed Zhang Zuolin for many years understood what was going on, and he quickly whispered in Zhang Zuolin's ear: "There is a'soil 'missing from the 'ink' you wrote, and the 'hand ink 'has become 'hand black'."

Zhang Zuolin immediately reacted. At this time, many Chinese people in the crowd also understood what happened, but they did not know how Zhang Zuolin, who had always been good at making strange tricks, would end up in public this time. He patted his secretary on the shoulder unhurriedly, and then reprimanded the secretary loudly: "I still don't know that there is a'soil 'under the word'ink'? Do you know why I didn't write a word'soil '? Because this is what the Japanese want. I don't give an inch of land." As soon as he finished speaking, the hall was full of applause, but the Japanese who were waiting to see Zhang Zuolin make a fool of himself were at a loss for what to do, and finally had to leave in a hurry.

Zhang Zuolin's mistakes reflect not only wisdom and courage, but also a flexible grasp of language. Who can say that such a way of speaking is not a culture? In the face of predicament, panic and panic are useless. The more we are at such a time, the more we need calm and quick responses, so that we can use language to pull the situation back flexibly. This is a kind of ingenuity.