Bai Wei's face was full of shyness. She might have noticed what was going on in the sutra hall, but she still felt a little bitter in her heart.
Bai Zhengchang was excited and worried when he spoke. He stood up and walked around, holding a cigarette and waving his hand in the air: "You young people are not deeply involved in the world, you think you are smart, and you can't listen to what adults say. Only the Kuomintang is the right one at the moment.
The authentic party, whether it is the Communist Party or any other faction, is all just a sideshow and cannot shake the big tree of Nanjing! Last year, when students in Peking rioted, the government bombed them with bombs, and how many people died!"
Qing Po was shocked when she heard this, her eye circles suddenly turned red, and tears were already flowing down her face. She held onto Bai Wei's hand tightly: "Baby Wei'er, don't scare your mother. You have a lot of problems, and Qing Po won't live either.
You have to promise me."
Bai Wei was a gentle and filial child. She did not refute their answers and nodded silently. Their struggle became more and more secret. She could no longer have a negative impact on the party's work because of improper handling of her feelings. For her father,
With Qing Po, she knew that it was filial piety to not let them worry if things were unclear.
Wang Ya'an Mansion.
Before breakfast, the two fathers and sons of the Wang family sat in the lobby and read the day's newspapers as usual. Nowadays, the press is very free in speech. It is keen to disclose the truth about protests and demonstrations happening in various places. It criticizes the weakness of the government and the increasingly rampant incidents and labor unrest in the French Concession every day.
There is also a lot of news about sports and sports. The two of them communicate occasionally. What makes Wang Ya'an happy is that Miantang is calm and calm, and has a unique understanding of current affairs. Under those thick, black eyebrows, his sharp and scrutinizing eyes make people laugh.
He was intimidating. Almost everyone under Wang Ya'an was shocked by his sharp eyes.
A corner of a report caught Wang Ya'an's attention: Peking University students were suddenly violently suppressed during their petition. More than 300 students were injured, and more than 100 students were arrested, resulting in a major bloodshed.
Wang Ya'an pointed to the newspaper: "The university students have become very troubled, and the Nanjing government has begun to suppress them. The French and British concessions in Shanghai also suppressed the students violently. The generals will not be able to rule the country, and the people will not be able to live in peace. I heard that news came from the garrison headquarters that the British and French concessions
The military and police are already on the verge of war. All major schools will be locked down early tomorrow morning. The government will suppress them! Don’t let Bai Wei infiltrate, call your uncle, and don’t let Bai Wei come out tomorrow."
"Father, natural and man-made disasters, people are in dire straits, which directly leads to instability. This has been the case since ancient times. There is famine in the hometowns of college students, and anti-government sentiments in Britain, France, and Japan are naturally getting stronger and stronger. I will call my uncle later.
." Na Miantang respected his adoptive father from the bottom of his heart.
Wang Ya'an had obviously eaten breakfast, stretched his sleeves, took the hand towel handed by the servant to wipe his hands, and gave instructions as he walked: "If the city government and the British and French concessions continue to ask us to maintain order, we would rather pay than allow our brothers to act as
Thugs, we are not in the Blue Clothes Club. We are gang members, and our brothers are our capital. Fighting means letting our brothers work for their lives. Besides, students are not guilty!"
Na Miantang's status in the family and the gang is already prominent. Wang Ya'an gave Na Miantang the status of 'little boss', obviously to pass on the mantle to him, "I know, foster father. Now that the Japanese are making obvious moves, will they?"
If you dare to act in Shanghai, war in Europe is about to break out, and we have to guard against Japan."
Wang Ya'an looked at Na Miantang meaningfully: "Those friends of yours, if they want to save their lives, they must worship under you and seek protection in troubled times."
"Does the adoptive father agree to take them into Hongmen?"
"If the storm is coming, it's better to follow Mr. Zhang. My Ax Gang and the Chengsheng Gang you manage have become a target in the government's eyes."
Now in Greater Shanghai, there are many social teams in the Shanghai Youth Gang, among which the famous ones are the "Rongshe" run by Huo Zhuoshan, the "Hengshe" run by Du Shaoqing, and the "Renshe" run by Zhang Renkui. These three groups have become the most prominent among Shanghai gangs.
The largest public society among the three forces.
"Will Mrs. Zhang agree?"
"Mr. Zhang is a 'big' generation, not prominent. He is higher than Huo Zhuoshan, Du Shaoqing, and Zhang Chenglin, a 'tong' generation. There are rules in the world. Although their Sanxin Company controls the storm in Shanghai, the three of them
You have to bow your head before the old man. Mr. Zhang is highly respected, has little involvement in politics, and has a wide following, including Jiang Dingwen, Han Fuju, Chen Mingshu, Huang Qixiang, Sun Tongxuan, Du Fengju, Dai Jieping, Wang Xiushen and Shanghai News Xiong Shaohao, Dong Xianguang, Wang Yingbin, etc. in the military and political circles.
Celebrities and the military are all part of Mr. Zhang's family. If your friends can join Renshe, they will be less likely to cause trouble in the future and their lives will be saved."
"Thank you, stepfather! But I decided to let them return to my sect, and I will take charge of them myself."
Wang Ya'an walked towards the door and turned around, "You and Bai Wei's childhood sweethearts will surely raise eyebrows. They come from the ancient romantic world. Some romances are also considered elegant, but don't come in front of me and say anything about marrying for life. A real man should be married for life while he is alive.
Self-disruption."
Na Miantang called Bai Zhengchang's home. Bai Zhengchang answered the phone and Na Miantang told him that the police would close the streets and use live ammunition to crack down on students tomorrow. Bai Wei was unaware of all this. Later in the evening, a small amount of sleeping pills were added to the coffee. Bai Wei
After drinking, she fell asleep. She didn’t know that an event that would shock Shanghai would happen tomorrow, and she failed to notify me and Xiao Ma Liu in time. Because in her sincere invitation, Xiao Ma Liu and I also joined this massive event.
Students marching in.
The next day, armored vehicles were honking their whistles and speeding eastward. Long trucks loaded with military police also roared past. Brigades of mounted police units with American equipment swaggered through the city. Both sides of the street were crowded with people.
They were all talking: "I'm afraid something will happen today. There are more police than students!"
"I heard that Jiaotong University, Tongji University, Fudan University, John's University, and St. Paul's University are all surrounded by military police. The bullets are loaded and ready to open fire at any time!"
"These student dolls are pitiful, defenseless and dying!"
Everyone huddled in the corner of the street, and the crowd was always worried that they would be hurt. While there was a lot of discussion, a team of students came over in a mighty manner. Students from several schools all reunited, holding hands, and the leading student shouted:
"Freedom! Civil rights! Independence!"
As if the military and police were facing a formidable enemy, they separated into a group to resist. For a moment, the student team rushed into a large number of military and police, and the formation was immediately chaotic. However, the students sang the national anthem and shouted slogans, and they still poured in. People from Jiaotong University
The students carried gasoline and wrote "get out" (get out) on the gate of the naval headquarters! They immediately received a round of applause.
On the Bund Road, the conflict between the military police and the students has escalated, and a melee has begun. The French, who have lost their patience, have ordered a group of mounted police to rush into the group of students. The dust is flying under the heavy horses, wearing helmets and uniforms, and sticks are flying.
Big chaos.
Bai Wei raised her head with difficulty from her deep sleep. The hour hand had pointed to 10 o'clock, which meant that the parade had already started an hour as promised. She was born with a weak body, and at this time she was even too weak to move. She struggled to grab the phone beside her bed.
The microphone was plucked with slender fingers.
Prince's Mansion.
Na Miantang accompanied the British on business yesterday and did not get home until dawn after drinking all night. He had just washed up and was about to catch up on his sleep. At this moment, the phone in the lobby rang, and the servant who answered shouted: "Master, your phone number is
!”
Na Miantang waved his hand to the servant and walked a few steps quickly to answer the phone. He felt that his body was still a little weak from the wine. After answering the phone, he sank into the sofa. As soon as he heard the sentence, he straightened up: "What!
"
The voice on the other side of the phone was equally weak, "Go and save the dangerous cat Jiujiu. She and Xiao Ma Liu and the others appeared at the parade today. I took the initiative to invite them to help me put up slogans yesterday. There were not enough students at the time."
No matter how smart Na Miantang is, he can guess that there is something wrong with Bai Wei's body through Bai Wei's weak words, but he can also understand what today's parade means? "Where?" "Where is she?" asked
The words came out in a more stern and hasty voice, his brows became more and more furrowed, and his face became gloomy.
"I'm not sure where they went now. The route was the Bund - the British Concession - the French Concession - the Investment Promotion Bureau - the Naval Command. They were divided into several groups at the same time."
He thought for three seconds and said decisively: "Bai Wei, don't go anywhere while you are lying on the bed. I will find a way!" After that, he hung up the phone first.
Bai Wei listened to the busy tone on the phone, with an anxious and bitter look on her face. He loved her, didn't he? She just sat there blankly. In April in Shanghai, the plantains in front of the house were turning green again. Haitang
The cascading stamens have also bloomed, but the swing is empty. The man who used to push her when she was a child has quietly walked out of her world.
Bai Wei looked out the window at the spring-filled day, feeling desolate in her heart; the city was full of spring scenery, the walls were filled with smoke and willows, but were there any other smiling girls around him?
The servant was so frightened that he had never seen the eldest young master lose control like this. Na Miantang quickly put down the phone and raised his wrist. The minute hand of the radar watch had pointed to 11:10. He stood up and shouted to Azhong: "Quick!"
Car keys!" He rushed out the door first.
On the Bund Road, his car was blocked on Chengdu Road.
We were only a few hundred meters away from the China Merchants Bureau, but we couldn't walk any further. A large number of military and policemen were pouring in, and the car would definitely not be able to go, so Na Miantang decided to abandon the car and look for us on foot.
The military police had a head-on conflict with the students, and the students were scattered. Several thin female students screamed and bumped into each other, stumbling to the ground. The police waved their batons and beat the students mercilessly.
, the student’s face suddenly burst into blood.
A team of tall mounted policemen rushed into another student. The tall horses were trampling the dust, wearing helmets and uniforms, and sticks were flying. For a while, the street became even more chaotic. The unarmed students basically just hunched over their heads and accepted the batons, which were already being swung.
He was a little crazy, and he beat the two students head and face. Just as the two students were about to be trampled by the horse, Mian Tang held his hands away one by one. He couldn't dodge the sound of wind behind his head, but actually received a baton, and his vision went dark and he almost fell to the ground.