"What time is it?" Jof, who was sallow and thin, struggled to sit up, but finally lay down in disappointment, panting and flushing a little. The doctor has already prepared a heart booster for him, and this time even Song Meizi, Qiao Xingbang and their close relatives have to believe that Qiao Fu has run out of oil and is weak to return to heaven.

In fact, after being vomited blood by Chen Qimei's strange anger, Qiao Fu has already understood that his biggest capital - his reputation and reputation have been destroyed by these fools, and he is more sad than dying, and Qiao Fu's mental state at this time has completely collapsed, which makes the diseases that he usually suppresses suddenly break out. Despite careful treatment, Jof's condition did not improve, but continued to worsen. So, people began to think about his future and asked Jof to leave a will, but Jov remained in a coma for four days before waking up.

"What time is it?" Just now, Qiaofu's question was too light and no one heard it, so he had to gather his strength to say it again, and Song Meizi was the closest, and hurriedly replied: "Half past five in the afternoon, sir." ”

Looking at the sunset outside the window, Qiao Fu only sighed softly, now that the general trend is gone, time is meaningless to him, but it is a habit that makes him very sensitive to time, and there is no need to deal with the backlog of official documents on weekdays.

"By the way, the city defense of Nanjing City is not very strong, who is the current city defense commander? Is it Jiang Shuwu? Let him report on the latest deployments. Joff suddenly remembered that it was now a critical juncture in the siege of Jinling, and he still had to hold on to this already stormy regime, even if the last purlin had been broken, he had to hold on.

"Sir." Sister Song, who had just said two words, couldn't cry anymore. Qiao Fu had a premonition that things were not good, but Hu Chuanru, Wang Zhaoming, and Secretary Huang Changgu were all there, and it seemed that Kong Xiangrui and Sister Song were also waiting outside, not like there was something wrong.

"Sir, let me tell you" Hu Chuanru is after all the vice premier of the party, the nominal second-in-command, he has to take responsibility and tell the truth to Jof, "Sir, Chuanru is incompetent, our revolutionary party army has disarmed and surrendered, and now the city of Nanjing has been taken over by the national defense force, except for a guard company here in the presidential palace, there is no longer a single soldier of the revolutionary party in the city of Nanjing." ”

"Oh, that's right." Jof's calmness was very surprising, except for Hu Chuanru, the others such as Wang Zhaoming looked at each other in surprise, as if they didn't believe that this big guy actually accepted the end of his fall into the hands of the enemy so calmly. "Chuanru, I've been sick these days, and it's hard for you. Well, I, Jof, have fought against the Tartars all my life, and the brothers around me have been killed and wounded, but they have died as they deserved. If it is because of your and my obsession that this thousand-year-old Jinling City has been devastated by the war, then our sin will be great. ”

After a few gasps, with the support of Song Meizi, Qiao Fu leaned back on the pillow, sat up, and looked at these people around him with a gentle smile, but the faint analgesia of the liver made him frown slightly, and Qiao Fu, as a doctor, naturally understood that this was the pain of liver cancer suppressed by a large dose of morphine. He continued to say firmly, "I'm wondering, in this mansion fifty years ago, did the great Heavenly Father Hong, who was about to leave his heavenly kingdom, also have a white horse and a moment of emotion. The fact that this war, which decided the fate of China, ended in this bloodless way is actually the last thing we can do for our people. Comrades, I firmly believe that our cause is right. In any case, remember the purpose of our party, build a country and rejuvenate the country, and rebuild Xuanhuang. At this point, Joff was in too much pain to speak.

Hu Chuanru, Wang Zhaoming, Qiao Xingbang and others hurriedly came to Qiaofu's bedside and asked Song Meizi to leave the ward temporarily. Wang Zhaoming said tactfully: The comrades asked the gentleman to leave some words of instruction so that they could be followed. Jov was silent for a while and said, "I think you are very dangerous, if I die, the enemy must come to soften you, if you are not softened by the enemy, then what do I have to say." Wang Zhaoming and others said that they are not afraid of danger and are not afraid of being softened by the enemy. Joff said, "So what do you want me to say?" Wang Zhaoming said: "We have prepared a few sentences now, read them to the prime minister, and if the prime minister agrees, please sign them as the prime minister's words; If the Prime Minister disagrees, then ask the Prime Minister to say a few more words, and we can write it down on our behalf, and the same is true. Joff said, "Good." Wang Zhaoming read the prepared manuscript to Qiaofu. When Jov heard this, he was very satisfied and said, "Okay, I'm in favor of it!" Subsequently, Wang Zhaoming read the draft of the family will to Qiaofu, and Qiaofu also expressed his satisfaction and said: "Okay, I also agree!" ”

After the will was finalized, Wang Zhaoming and others originally asked Qiao Fu to sign it, but at this time, Qiao Fu heard Song Meizi crying very sadly outside the door, so he said: "You guys put it away for the time being!" I always have a life to live. At seven o'clock, after Qiaofu injected the third injection of morphine, He Yuning found that Qiaofu's eyes had begun to astigmatize, so she said to Wang Zhaoming, "Now I have to ask Mr. to sign", and persuaded Song Meizi not to cry. So Wang Zhaoming, Qiaofu's family and the revolutionaries in Ningbo, Kong Xiangrui and Dai Jitao, came to Qiaofu's bedside. When the two wills were presented to Qiao Fu, Qiao Xingbang handed his pen to his father, but at this time Qiao Fu had difficulty holding the pen and writing, so Song Meizi held his wrist with his hand and asked him to write. Jov signed both wills with the words "Jove, resigned on October 21" and ordered him to publish them immediately after his death. After Joff's signature, Wang Zhaoming signed under "Pen Reporter" and the others signed under "Protifier".

"Report," Jiang Zhengqing, dressed in military uniform, entered, and the dullness of the room made his throat stagnate. "Oh, report to the President, there's a doorpost from the Wehrmacht outside. Wu Chenxuan, general of the Ministry of National Defense and army general, came to meet him. Please ask the President to show me. ”

"Hmm." Qiao Fu, who was already tired and almost unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, but his throat had no way to make a sound, thanks to Wang Zhaoming's many years of serving Qiao Fu, and bringing a glass of mint water with a clear heart, it made Qiao Fu say with difficulty, "Please Chief Wu." Avoid it, all of you. ”

"This Wu Da...."The outspoken Sister Song almost spoke disrespectfully in front of Qiao Fu and the second sister, but Kong Xiangrui pulled her sleeve to close her mouth in time. Sister Song in this time and space is actually having a very difficult time, and Kong Xiangrui's business is quite acceptable in Jiangxi, Guangdong, controlled by Qiao Fu. However, in the face of the Shandong Chamber of Commerce and the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Chamber of Commerce in the north, it is not worth mentioning compared with the emerging Sanjin Chamber of Commerce and the Lianghuai Chamber of Commerce. Moreover, most of these chambers of commerce have adopted the club form of the Shandong Chamber of Commerce, but the control is similar to the form of trust or Kang Zeen, and the unity is quite close. The original means of differentiation and disintegration are ineffective for these behemoths, and even if someone is tempted, they have to think about tying all their shares to the Chamber of Commerce. In this world, some people can't get along with the rich, some people can't get along with the infidels, and some people can't get along with the majestic world empire, but no one can't get along with their own interests, so the bribery is completely ineffective. As for the competition, don't laugh, let's not talk about how powerful these organizations are, just in terms of steel procurement, their highest American import price is also 75% of the Japanese Kure Port Shipyard, and Boss Kong wants to enter the steel cover factory, the price is almost 130% of the CIF price, you don't have to be too expensive, except for the Americans. Many domestic construction steel products are controlled by the steel mills of these major chambers of commerce, and even the sales of Hanyang Iron and Steel have long been divided by the four major chambers of commerce except for 35% of the Japanese. What the? Engage in iron and steel enterprises by yourself, hehe, whether it is high-grade iron ore or advanced converter steelmaking technology is not something you can buy from the market, if you forcibly build a steel enterprise is not impossible, but the cost and cost-effectiveness ratio is beautiful and people dare not look directly.

Sister Song had no money, so she naturally had to fight the autumn breeze in the presidential palace. Kong Xiangrui's business also relies on the wife's route, scraping oil from the poor jingling Nanjing government, and it is really rare for this descendant of the Kong family to have a good mouth. Although the couple hated Wu Chenxuan, the northern boss who secretly fueled the troubles and killed Qiaofu, in the face of those iron-hat soldiers in Wu Chenxuan's hands, Kong Xiangrui still felt that they should convince people with virtue.

"Praise, praise" There was a rush of leather shoes and the friction of the floor, a group of soldiers wearing wide-brimmed iron hats (similar to M42 steel helmets) and iron gray military uniforms quickly entered the presidential palace, and the presidential guards of the revolutionary army had been gathered in the front yard, although they were not disarmed, but faced with more than a dozen iron trucks parked around and the muzzles of guns that were obviously thicker than their own Jinling-made Makqin pipes. There are also long shuttle hand-held machine guns (submachine guns) in the hands of soldiers patrolling back and forth on the surrounding high walls and watchtowers, and then look at the Hanyang-made ones in their hands, it is estimated that some people fired the first shot, and most of the rest of the people did not have the opportunity to fire the second shot.

Wu Chenxuan is not hypocritical, anyway, the two sides have already torn their faces, and it is not a matter of going out of line to lead troops to forcibly break into the presidential palace. However, saluting before soldiers is still a virtue that should be promoted. Jiang Zhengqing ordered the guard company to assemble very well, anyway, looking at the earth-colored faces of the soldiers, he also knew that this fire, he must have been shot black and then sold his head for credit, rather than this, it is better for him Jiang Zhengqing to surrender by himself?

The guards had already controlled the scene, and these people in the room were also well-known figures in the history of the Republic of China, except for the young colonel Jiang Zhengqing, who had just accompanied Wu Chenxuan outside to meet Qiao Fu on the sickbed, and had made a cameo appearance in history, no one had the courage to shoot. As soon as the door opened, a slightly chilly fresh breath blew into the room, and the strong smell of Chinese medicine in the room was stirred away, and the people in the room suddenly found that standing at the door was a young man in a pure black suit and a black velvet top hat.

The unhurried steps seemed to be hostile to the people around him, but under the pressure of the invisible momentum, everyone in the room still made way for him, only Qiao Fu, who was sitting on a pillow, and Song Meizi, who was closely leaning on him and supporting Qiao Fu's already warm sick body with her arms, sat quietly on the bed, calmly staring at this uninvited guest.

Wu Chenxuan came to the bed and stood still, surprisingly he did not have any arrogance or ridicule, but took off his hat and bowed with a heavy face, and when he finished bowing three times, he bowed his head solemnly, as if he was a member of the revolutionary party listening to Qiao Fu's teachings. For a moment, everyone realized that this would be the historical moment of the end of an era in this country, and the room was silent, and the quiet atmosphere was suppressing everyone's breath, so heavy, like substance.