After listening to Zhou Hexuan's analysis of the root causes of the October Revolution, Leonard frowned and asked: "Does Mr. Zhou, like those Bolsheviks, believe that the Russian revolution was just and progressive?"
Once Zhou Hexuan admits it, he will be defined as a red element. He smiled slyly: "Justice and progress, it depends on who they are. Just like the French Revolution, it was a rebellion for the emperor, but it was a rebellion for the insurrectionists.
The words stood for justice, and it eventually turned into a nationwide riot. Who can tell? I think only history can give the answer."
"That's a rebellion, not a revolution!" Ivanova shouted hysterically. "They not only executed Tsarist Russian nobles, but also expelled thinkers, artists and scholars. The life of the peasants was even more miserable than that of Tsarist Russia. Five years ago, the Great Depression
Famine killed tens of millions of people!”
Zhou Hexuan resisted the urge to roll his eyes and reminded: "Madam, the total population of Russia is only over 100 million."
Ivanova shouted loudly: "Tens of millions of people have starved to death, and at least one-third of Russians died of famine because the Soviet government robbed them of their food! They are a bunch of executioners!"
"Madam, please calm down," Peter Pan comforted him a little and asked Zhou Hexuan expectantly, "Mr. Zhou, do you think the Soviet Union's political system can be maintained? When will it collapse?"
Zhou Hexuan thought for a while and said: "I have studied their various policies for the past ten years, and I dare to predict that as long as there is a strong strongman leading the Soviet Union, this country will develop and advance at an unimaginable speed."
"Why did you come to this judgment?" Leonard couldn't help but use a questioning tone.
Zhou Hexuan said: "The economic policy of the Soviet Union in recent years has tended to abandon agriculture and light industry and develop heavy industry with all its strength. It is a large country with a vast territory and a large population. As long as it follows this path, its heavy industry will develop at a faster rate than other countries."
Several times the size of a country, it is possible to achieve a growth equivalent to 100 years of the United States in 20 years."
Pan Peter was surprised: "How is it possible to give up agriculture and light industry? The Soviet people don't need to eat or wear clothes?"
"It can also be said," Zhou Hexuan said coldly, "They only need to meet the basic needs of more than 100 million people, and the remaining money will be used to develop the industrial system. Many people will starve to death, and many people will be killed.
, but the entire country can develop rapidly."
There was a dead silence in the living room. Everyone was imagining the kind of society described by Zhou Hexuan. As the upper class, they felt shuddering.
After a long time, Leonard suddenly said enthusiastically: "Mr. Zhou, I would like to invite you to write for the Beijing-Tianjin Times, and I can even recommend your articles to the British Times headquarters."
Peter Pan also quickly said: "Mr. Zhou, I hope your theories and opinions can be published in Zi Lin Xi Bao."
Today's Western world only has instinctive fear and hostility towards the Soviet Union. No one has done in-depth research on it. Even the Soviet Union itself has not determined its development path. It was not until the world economic crisis in 1929 that capitalist countries represented by Britain and the United States
The Soviet Union was stuck in a quagmire, but the economic situation of the Soviet Union was excellent, and the world had a strong interest in exploring it.
The Chinese people in the living room were shocked when they heard the collective invitation for articles from two foreign newspapers. They just thought they were just listening to the story and thought Zhou Hexuan was very eloquent. Only now did they realize that Zhou Hexuan really had information in his mind.
Puyi, Wanrong, Lu Jingyan, and Xu Ziquan all looked at Zhou Hexuan in surprise. Only Chen Shaomei had no reaction to this because he didn't understand English well and had no idea what everyone was talking about.
Facing the two people's invitations, Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "I happen to have some manuscripts on hand, I don't know..."
"Zi Lin Xi Bao is willing to pay a high price of 6 yuan per thousand words!" Pan Peter made the decision without permission. In fact, he was just a reporter and had no right to set a price for the manuscript.
Leonard is the deputy editor of the Beijing-Tianjin Times. He smiled and said: "We are willing to pay 10 yuan for a thousand words."
This is ridiculously expensive!
Zhou Hexuan didn't want to offend anyone, so he suggested: "Two gentlemen, let's do this. My manuscript will be published in "Zi Lin Xi Bao" and "Beijing-Tianjin Times" at the same time, and the manuscript fee will be 5 yuan per 1,000 words."
Leonard and Peter Pan looked at each other and seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. They nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, it's settled."
Zhou Hexuan became a man of the hour in the salon, and then everyone gathered around him. He seemed to know everything about literature, art, religion, history, and customs in Europe and the United States, and he could speak fluently on any topic.
, which surprised everyone even more.
In fact, Zhou Hexuan is not that awesome, and his understanding of many fields is only superficial. But the people here are not experts. It is enough for him to fool him. Occasionally speaking out some views of later generations is enough to shock these guys.
Not to mention Queen Wanrong, even Lu Jingyan, a woman with a fiancé, looked at Zhou Hexuan with brilliant eyes, full of admiration and admiration.
After everyone finished discussing Shelley's poems, today's salon finally came to an end.
Marion held Zhou Hexuan's hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, today's salon is very exciting and meaningful. Why not stay here and have dinner together. When my husband comes home, he will be very happy to exchange ideas with you."
"Madam, thank you for your hospitality, but I still have some things to do tonight, maybe next time." Zhou Hexuan declined politely. He knew the essence of going too far and not doing enough.
"I'm looking forward to the next party." Marion said happily. The more exciting her salon is, the more respectable she will be in the circle, and she will be able to talk about it when she returns to Paris in a few years.
Everyone said goodbye and left. Puyi deliberately stayed for a moment, approached Zhou Hexuan and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhou, where are you employed now?"
Zhou Hexuan started to show off. His expression was filled with helplessness and anger, and he said with a wry smile: "I wrote a martial arts novel a while ago. Marshal Chu Yupu liked to read it, so he sent someone to forcefully invite me to the Marshal's house, and forced me to
I became his foreign language secretary."
Pu Yi was very disgusted with Chu Yupu, and said with the same enemy: "That's a bastard! Mr. Zhou, you are too talented to follow him."
"But there is nothing I can do. There is a big soldier following me all day long. Unless I flee Tianjin directly, I will not dare to disobey his order." Zhou Hexuan said half-truthfully.
Puyi finally revealed his true intention and said in a sincere tone: "Mr. Zhou, why don't you come and help me. For the time being, you can stay with Chu Yupu as an internal agent and secretly make plans for me. With your unique talent, as long as we work together,
, you will definitely be able to do great things!”
It is said that Puyi's heart is as high as the sky, and his life is as thin as paper. Now he is still thinking about regaining his position. Unfortunately, he has a shortage of talents. Only Kang Youwei is actively working, and the other vassals are all old people and young people who have become outdated.
Not to mention counselors, Puyi now even lacks bodyguards. There are only a few eunuchs and maids who accompany him out of the palace. According to the development of history, he will sell antique calligraphy and paintings next year and spend a lot of money to invite martial arts people to expand the bodyguards, including sharp guns.
Huo Diange, Li Shuwen’s eldest disciple.
Zhou Hexuan was noncommittal and said with a smile: "Let me think about it."
Puyi felt like there was something going on, and he was overjoyed. He cupped his hands and said, "It all depends on sir."
Zhou Hexuan ignored him and walked out to the side room and shouted: "Shuan Zhu, go back to the Marshal's Mansion!"
Puyi was quite excited. He felt that he was about to recruit a great sage. Zhou Hexuan's performance in the salon just now not only won the praise of many foreigners, but also shocked Puyi. He is in urgent need of such a world-savvy person.
The counselor of the situation.
"Can it be done?" Wanrong asked worriedly. She didn't want to be a queen, she just wanted to live a peaceful and leisurely life. In her opinion, the Tianjin Concession was much more interesting than the deserted palace.
Puyi clenched his hands into fists and encouraged himself: "It will definitely happen! I am the Son of Heaven, I am the Emperor, and I was born to rule China!"
Wanrong did not speak, but looked curiously at Zhou Hexuan's retreating back. That man gave her an indescribable strange feeling.
