The next morning, the students got up to wash, and they were still chirping and joyful. Teacher Li, who led the team, had blurred eyes and looked like he had not woken up. Tang Yan also cried at night but still couldn't sleep all night, and her eyes were very red and swollen.**

There were also some programs in the morning. Xue Bin led the girl scouts to visit the Navy Wusong Fortress. The entire spring camp activity was over. The students bid farewell to the soldiers and left Wusong Camp. When they left, Tang Yan's eyes were very complicated, which made Chen Zikun have some fun.

The military activity ended successfully. Chen Zikun was about to return to the city, but Xue Bin came over with a squeezing expression, looking like a cat who had stolen canary.

"Master, I'm going to get married, please make the decision." Xue Bin said.

"Oh, good thing, whose daughter?" Chen Zikun smiled.

"Teacher Li from the Chinese and Western Women's School, we are in love and want to get married on a date. Please ask the Grandmaster to be a witness."

Chen Zikun immediately understood what happened to having sex last night. He pointed at Xue Bin and wanted to laugh at him, but thinking that it was not a glorious thing for him to eavesdrop on the wall, he changed his words and said, "Okay, no problem, we will do a great job then."

Xue Bin's incident reminded Chen Zikun of other brothers. Now that the big thing has been done, it is time to solve the personal problems of his subordinates. When they return to the provincial capital next time, each of them will arrange a lady from a wealthy family in the city.

Chen Zikun was thinking about Yao Yilei and drove back to the city to pass through Zhabei. He couldn't help but think of what happened when he first arrived in Shanghai six years ago, and ordered the car driver: "Go to No. 73 Peikaier Road."

The car turned a corner and came to the former site of Jingwuhui on Peikaier Road. As before, the door was still closed, with rusty on the iron locks. Looking through the crack of the door, the yard was overgrown with weeds and spider webs under the eaves, which made a depressing scene.

Chen Zikun closed his eyes, and it seemed that the whistling wind and deafening roars of the disciples of the Jingwu Association were heard in his ears. Countless scenes appeared in front of him, and Liu Zhensheng, Huo Dongge, Situ Xiaoyan, Ouyang Kai and others' voices, appearances, smiles and appearances were vivid.

With a long sigh, the Jingwu Society has become history after all. It is said that five years ago, they could not support it due to exhaustion of funds. Huo Dongge took people to Southeast Asia for development, while Liu Zhensheng led some of his fellow brothers to Fengtian north, and there was only one old site left in Shanghai.

Chen Zikun suddenly wanted to go in and remember him. He saw that there was no one around, and took two steps back and went upstairs to the wall, which scared the adjutants of the accompanying guards. He thought to himself that the coach only knew that the shooting skills of the great coach were good, but why did he have the ability to fly thieves?

It landed lightly in the yard. Chen Zikun lingers in the Jingwu Club for a long time, pulling out weeds, picking spider webs, and then wipes Huo Yuanjia's portrait clean before leaving.

It was raining, and the spring rain drizzled, washing the stone road. A man and a woman walked over with oil paper umbrellas and carrying luggage. She walked to the gate of the Jingwu Association. The woman took out the key to unlock the lock. The iron lock was rusted and could not be opened. The man said, "My sister, please let me." After that, she used force to break the rusted chain.

The two entered the yard, felt a little emotion, looked for a broom and rag to start cleaning, but were surprised to find that the master's mourning hall had been cleaned, the frame of the portrait was spotless, and the spider webs in the corner were gone.

"It must have been Uncle Nong." Situ Xiaoyan said. She is now a girl in her twenties. In addition, she has been walking in the world for many years and has a demeanor of a child in every move.

The man was Ouyang Kai, and he blurted out: "My little sister, you are still crazy. If Uncle Nong had just arrived, the door lock would not rust. It was clearly someone else who came."

"I dare to say that I'm crazy." Situ Xiaoyan flew over and then wondered: "Who could it be? He actually climbed over the wall and came in to clean the master's mourning hall."

Ouyang Kai said: "The master has not many disciples in Shanghai, but there are still many disciples. Since this person is interested, when we start the stove again, we might as well find him to work together."

Situ Xiaoyan said: "Okay!"

...

Chen Zikun and his family are temporarily living in an empty villa in Li Yaoting. The address is in a bustling area of ​​the public concession. They are very convenient for shopping. After all, they are managed by foreigners. Public security and environmental sanitation are much better than those in Nanshi.

In the living room on the first floor, Yao Yilei sat on a recliner with her belly straight and knitted sweaters for the baby who was about to be born. Chen Zikun reads the newspaper with a pipe in her mouth. As he looked, he suddenly threw the newspaper on the ground: "It's outrageous!"

Yao Yilei was startled and smashed the yarn ball over: "Can you afford to scare the baby!"

Chen Zikun quickly compensated: "I didn't mean it, it's so annoying."

Yao Yileiqi said: "What is it said in the newspaper? Tell me."

Chen Zikun said: "The first child laborers were killed in cotton mills in Japan, and all male workers were fired for no reason, leaving only female workers. The workers in Shanghai were united. Twenty-two factories went on strike together and recommended a representative of Gu Zhenghong to negotiate. As a result, Japan actually shot Gu Zhenghong to death. Do you think there is any law?"

Yao Yilei said angrily: "Why should I kill us Chinese?"

Chen Zikun said: "The Japanese are always barbaric, and it is not uncommon to kill people. What is even more infuriating is that the workers complained to the Ministry of Workers. The authorities actually favored Japanese people and arrested and appealed workers. Europeans and Americans, who have always been known for their democracy and fairness, are so unreasonable that they do not regard us Chinese as humans. It is really annoying."

Yao Yilei said: "Aren't you very familiar with the consul? Go and negotiate quickly."

Without further ado, Chen Zikun immediately went to the Ministry of Industry to negotiate. He talked and laughed with him on weekdays and changed his color at this moment. He either shied away and said that it was not his own responsibility or used the laws and regulations of the concession to make matters. He said that workers disturbed social security and should be arrested, and advised Chen Zikun not to interfere with judicial justice.

Chen Zikun was furious. If it weren't for the hindrance of his identity, he would have beaten up on the spot. Without a word of speculation, he turned around and left. When he returned home, he found Mu Yichen was here with the profit and loss statement of that month. The two of them exchanged greetings, and naturally mentioned the recent incident of Japanese shooting and killing workers from the cotton mill.

Mu Yichen smiled faintly. This passionate young man who participated in student sports six years ago has become a steady gentleman.

"Senior, in our own eyes, we are a great Chinese country with a thousand-year civilization history, and other countries are barbarians; but do you know what Westerners think of us? They are just uncivilized yellow-skinned monkeys, and monkeys have no human rights. Of course, there are exceptions, that is, Japan, which is also Asian, how did the dignity of Japan come from? Defeat the Russians and exchange it for blood."

Chen Zikun agreed and sighed: "I don't understand that in the eyes of Westerners, China is synonymous with backwardness and ignorance. Although I studied in the United States, was proficient in foreign languages, and was on the cover of Times magazine, and was also a commander who mastered heavy troops, in the eyes of those directors of the Ministry of Industry, I was just a monkey. From the bottom of my heart, they looked down on the Chinese and every Chinese."

Mu Yichen said: "The Chinese are awakening. I heard that all major universities and groups in Shanghai are preparing to march and demonstrate. St. John's classmates will also go. We will let Westerners know that Chinese people cannot be bullied."

Chen Zikun said: "The students are excited, which is China's hope. When I get old, I will not participate in the parade. I sponsor 1,000 yuan and buy small bamboo poles and white cloth flags for my classmates, and it will be a big deal."

Mu Yichen smiled: "I would like to thank Dashang for my juniors."

Chen Zikun said: "When it comes to junior sister, my junior sister named Che, aren't you two very good relationships? Why don't you see anyone?"

Mu Yichen felt sad: "You are talking about Che Qiuling, her father objected to us being together."

Chen Zikun said: "It's a troublesome to have a father who dislikes the poor and loves the rich, but you can't be depressed. What is our current value? Even if we spend money, we have to smash him down. You can use the money from the foreign company and buy his father's property. If it can't be acquired, it will be squeezed out. If it can't be squeezed out, send a few brothers to make trouble, and you have to convince him no matter what you say."

Mu Yichen was amused and crying, but after thinking about it carefully, he really lacked initiative. Now that foreign business is on track, there are dozens or millions of big deals. Isn’t the Che family wanting a rich son-in-law? Now he has met the requirements.

...

Two more days later, Chen Zikun was reading a book downstairs, and suddenly heard the crowds of outsiders, and Jian Bing's cry sounded upstairs: "Look, the students are on the street!"

Everyone ran to the balcony on the second floor and saw that there were crowds in the streets in the distance, and countless students were walking forward with slogans in their hands, and the scene was spectacular.

Yao Yilei stroked her big belly and sighed: "Six years ago on Chang'an Street, our Beijing students parade, and today we are in Shanghai, parade with our children Shanghai students. These students are getting more and more troublesome year by year."

Jian Bing said sourly: "This year, the police officers should stop shooting and killing people randomly, otherwise our great hero will be angry again."

Chen Zikun hugged the two of them and said with a smile: "I was young and didn't care about it when I was young and I liked to join in the fun. Now I won't get involved in this kind of thing anymore."

Jian Bing said dissatisfiedly: "Why, do you look down on other students? They are patriotism, do you understand?"

Chen Zikun said: "Of course I understand and support it very much, but my current identity is hindered and I can't be with them anymore. If I make any move, I will directly send the army to the streets with guns and cannons, instead of peaceful demonstrations like them."

The two ladies laughed and hammered him: "You are so majestic, right? You are so powerful."

The students on the street walked for a long time before they finished walking. Chen Zikun sighed and took his two ladies downstairs. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, he heard harsh gunfire sounds!

"No, it's the sound of Li Enfeld's rifle. The policeman fired!" Chen Zikun jumped up and ran upstairs. Yao Yilei also got up clumsyly. Jian Bing hurriedly supported her: "Sister, be at ease, don't be anxious."

Chen Zikun ran to the balcony on the second floor and saw students running wildly on the street, slogans and banners were thrown all over the floor, and gunfire sounded behind them. The orderly Qingfeng followed him up and handed over a Zeiss telescope with a wink.

Looking through the telescope, there was a policeman in the street holding a rifle and shooting people in the street. At the fire flashed, young students fell to the ground and blood flowed through the streets.

Chen Zikun bit his teeth and shouted: "Open the door, save the student, bring my gun!"

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