Chapter 261

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"Snapped"

A scream sounded in the teahouse.[]

"Let's talk about the Japanese devils. Seeing the red sea water, they were all frightened to death. They wanted to retreat, but how could they be willing to attack? They rushed to the shore and either died or were injured. The shrine's eyes turned, and they moved in the small tent.

I got crazy..."

In the Daxing Tea House, every tea patron listened attentively to the storyteller, who was spitting and talking about the new book "Fifty-Three Warriors vs. Eight Thousand Japanese Soldiers", and everyone's blood boiled with excitement.

The news that fifty-three soldiers and three heavy machine guns wounded more than 3,000 Japanese enemy troops spread throughout China via radio in just an instant, and then major newspapers also published the story one after another. This kind of thing

No one has ever done this in the past. Thanks to the propaganda of radio stations, newspapers and public opinion, these fifty-three soldiers quickly became combat heroes, and some even called them national heroes.

The Huaihai Economic Strategy Office published the storytelling of "Fifty-Three Warriors Fighting Eight Thousand Japanese Soldiers" in a timely manner, and then spread it to the people through other channels. In just a few days, this storytelling became very popular throughout China.

Come to think of it, the Chinese have been fighting against the foreigners for more than seventy years, but they have never failed to win. There have been heroes before, but there has never been a hero like this who fought one against a hundred.

"good guy"

"This is our Chinese man"

While listening to the storyteller mentioning the fictitious plot of "a wounded soldier pulls a grenade and dies with the enemy", the guests in the teahouse suddenly started shouting, and more people even had their eyes red.

"Men, real men. If our Chinese soldiers are all such men, then why should the foreign devils be afraid of them?"

"No, this Jiangsu Army has brought out the spirit of our Chinese men."

Just when it was exciting, he was stunned again and took a sip of tea, while a young man on the side quickly walked in front of each table with a plate. Everyone in the audience started to give rewards.

"If a man wants to repay his country's kindness, it is a good death to die on the battlefield..."

When the storyteller said this sentence slowly, his eyes turned red.

"When the envoy said this, his eyes were slightly red, and he said to the secretary beside him..."

"Shit"

As soon as the storyteller on the stage mentioned the official, Guan Zhenming, who was sitting in the private room upstairs, felt his heart tremble, and he said this sentence. Although he said so, he knew that from now on,

From then on, he was so afraid that he couldn't think of taking possession of it as his own.

In the past, he, Li Zhiyuan, was just a businessman, but now, he, Li Zhiyuan, wanted money, money, and soldiers. Even the soldiers were no worse than the Japanese. How could he deal with such a Li Zhiyuan?

Despite this understanding, when he thought of giving up, Guan Zhenming felt unwilling to give up. Without his help, how could Li Zhiyuan be where he is today? But how did he treat himself? In the past few years,

He worked hard, but in the end he just made a wedding dress for Li Zhiyuan in vain. Even making a wedding dress, there should be some hard work, but he Li Zhiyuan

Thinking about this, Guan Zhenming drank a glass of wine with great reluctance.

"Qixinjun"

At this moment, someone suddenly walked in. Upon hearing the voice, Guan Zhenming was stunned at first and then happy.

"Hashimoto-kun, what are you..."

The person who came in was Hashimoto Ryuichi. He and Guan Zhenming were classmates in Japan and knew each other well. However, after Guan Zhenming returned to China, the two had little contact, especially after Guan Zhenming devoted all his attention to having sex.

There are fewer and fewer contacts.

"Haha, Mr. Qixin, it's been a few years since we last seen each other, I don't know how the last few years have been."

Taking the initiative to sit down, Hashimoto Ryuichi took the initiative and then looked at Guan Zhenming with a half-smile.

The sudden appearance of his friend and the discovery of this place made Guan Zhenming realize that his fear of Qiao Ben was not just for chatting, but he might have some other purpose.

With a slight movement in his heart, Guan Zhenming asked silently.

"Hashimoto-kun, I remember you went to Manchuria after graduation."

Nodding, Hashimoto Takashi looked at his friend with a smile.

"Although I went to Manchuria, I can't compare with Mr. Qixin. Among all my classmates, I'm afraid no one can compare with Brother Qixin. He is the deputy manager of ** Company, the largest industrial company in Asia. His achievements are

, It really makes me feel ashamed to wait.”

Hashimoto's words of praise made Guan Zhenming's expression extremely unnatural. Although this was a compliment, in fact, what did he, the deputy manager of a ** company, have?

Although he has an expenditure of 10,000 yuan a month, he has to travel all over Beijing for the company. To put it bluntly, he is just a clerk of ** Company in Beijing. As for the so-called manager's name, it is just a bone lost by Li Zhiyuan.

.

"It's just a name."

While talking, Guan Zhenming glanced at Hashimoto Ryuichi and said.

"Old friend, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Then he picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Seeing Hashimoto Takashi stunned, he continued.

"In the past few years, you Japanese have caused great harm to Li Zhiyuan. He first poached the workers of the Japanese factory in Dalian, and then set up a stumbling block for you in Qingdao. If I am not mistaken, huh..."

He sneered and looked at Hashimoto Ryuichi, but Guan Zhenming averted his eyes.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Look what you said, Mr. Qixin"

His expression straightened slightly, and Hashimoto Ryuichi spoke.

"Speaking of these years, you have worked hard in the country without any merit, but Qixinjun knows better than anyone what Li Zhiyuan did to you. Qixinjun, who tells the truth, now Li Zhiyuan is resisting the Japanese in Jiao'ao

The soldiers have successfully acted like a chariot, and once the main force of the First Fleet arrives, if Jiao'ao can't be defeated instantly, how can even Lianyungang stop the Japanese soldiers?"

Guanjia, Pi'er Hutong.

Guan Mianjun, who was wearing a light-colored robe, was sitting in his study room with his nephew Guan Zhenming, discussing something. The little girl carefully poured tea. Moreover, there was a Chinese railway map hanging on the wall behind Guan Mianjun. The railway map was similar to

Railway maps in the outside world are different. The railways on the map use more than a dozen colors. Each color represents a different railway line. To be precise, it is the ownership of the railway line. Each color represents the railway.

The country behind the company, but only a few railways are used to represent China, and those colorful railways are like piercing the tentacles of a Chinese octopus, sucking in the country.

of wealth.

However, the forty-three-year-old Guan Mianjun now wears old-fashioned round glasses and a Western-style mustache on his upper lip. Although he is thin, he still has a somewhat elegant air of a scholar.

Putting down the tea cup, Guan Mianjun glanced at his nephew who was silent. The two had been talking for a long time before, but now they fell into silence again, so Guan Mianjun took the initiative to break the silence and spoke softly.

"I read the newspaper today. It said that in the past few days, the capital alone has raised nearly one million yuan for the Jiao'ao defenders."

"Isn't that right? The Jiangsu Army has helped us Chinese people in Jiao'ao, so they are naturally willing to donate."

Seeing his uncle asking about this matter, Guan Zhenming quickly spoke.

"However, even though we have raised a lot of donations, it is not a long-term solution to continue fighting like this."

He put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at Guan Mianjun and raised his hand.

"You are still young and you don't understand. Since this battle has already started, we have to fight it no matter what. Well, we have to fight it sooner or later anyway. It's just a few years earlier to fight it now."

Guan Mianjun's tone was extremely serious, but he added immediately.

"The war has to be fought. If we don't fight, if we don't defeat the Japanese ambitions, China will not be able to live in peace for a day."

His uncle's words prompted Guan Zhenming to light a cigarette.

"But Japan is not easy to mess with. They have a fleet, so what do we have? The British are blocking Weihaiwei, and there are navies from various countries at the mouth of the Yangtze River. The Japanese don't dare to act rashly, but what about Lianyun? Lianyun can

It’s not Qingdao. Qingdao has forts and fortresses. What does Lianyun have? If the Japanese go to attack Lianyun, even if they have the ability to reach the sky in Zhiyuan, it will be in vain.”

The nephew's words made Guan Mianjun silent for a moment, then he looked at the yard and said.

"Japan is not easy to mess with, but they must know that China is not easy to mess with either. Otherwise, China will really not be able to stop."

Guan Mianjun had his own considerations. In fact, after the battle of Jiao'ao, almost everyone in China understood the Japanese ambitions towards China. It was precisely because of this that everyone understood that this battle had to be fought no matter what, and if they lost

, the ambitions of the Japanese are even greater. Without the restraints of great powers such as Britain, France, Germany and the United States, the Japanese may not be able to keep up their appetite. They may want to swallow all of China. By then, it will be too late to fight.

Already.

His uncle's words made Guan Zhenming worry.

"The Japanese are preparing to send a fleet to Lianyungang. If Lianyungang is defeated, Jiaoao will not be able to defend it."

With a slight twitch of brows, Guan Mianjun said calmly.

"Zhenming, my uncle knows that you have always been high-minded, but you also have to know what you can and cannot do. If you collude with the Japanese, even if you really get the chance, you will still be a puppet.

, What's more, how can the Japanese not be jealous of the Longhai Railway? Without the railway and the attachments, it would still be six things?"

Guan Zhenming fell silent. He had already told his uncle what Hashimoto Ryuichi said before, and now he finally understood what his uncle meant.

"But, uncle, our Guan family has treated Li Zhiyuan very well in the past few years. What has he given us? As the deputy manager, I may seem to have a good reputation, but as you know, this deputy manager is just a reputation."

"confused"

With a snort, Guan Mianjun turned around and looked at his nephew coldly.

"Zhenming, you know better than me as an uncle what you can and cannot do. If you collude with the Japanese and annex Lianyungang, what will you become by then? What will your reputation be like?

It’s really famous in China”
To be continued...