After the morning class, the students did not go home from school, but went to the cafeteria next door to line up for dinner. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The cook is a peasant woman invited from the neighborhood, with a salary of 1 yuan per month, and is responsible for cooking for teachers and students. There is no milk for a nutritious lunch, just ordinary home-cooked dishes and white flour steamed buns. Even so, the students ate with relish, licking and licking the oil-stained utensils, and they didn't have to wash the dishes and chopsticks anymore.

Just when the reporters were taking pictures, Zhou Hexuan suddenly asked: "Hey, where are the six handsome?" ”

Feng Yong said: "The sixth son has left, and he still has to go to the north to take charge of the army." ”

Zhou Hexuan smiled: "You are idle." ”

"There's no way, the Air Force is too expensive, and the old commander is not willing to use it at all," Feng Yong laughed at himself, "I'm the commander who eats white rice all day now, and I'm so idle that my bones are rusty." ”

Zhou Hexuan said: "Let's go, let's go back too." ”

Feng Yong looked at those children with full bellies and happy smiles on their faces, and said with emotion: "I have lived for more than 20 years, and today I finally feel that I am doing something." ”

"Haha, each other!" Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

The two returned to the concession in a rickshaw, and when they passed through the British concession, they suddenly saw a large number of students demonstrating in demonstration. Holding banners, waving flags and shouting slogans, they marched towards the British Consulate.

"Down with British imperialism!"

"Severely punish the murderers and protest interference!"

"China is the China of the Chinese!"

“……”

The military and police of the British Concession soon arrived and blocked the marching students in the street, and the scene became extremely tense for a while.

Zhou Hexuan couldn't do anything about it, he and Feng Yong could only stand by and watch the excitement. The students are in a state of enthusiasm and anger, so they don't want to persuade at all, and as for the military and police in the concession, they won't listen to Zhou Hexuan's command.

Not only Tianjin, but now there are demonstrations all over the country.

The cause was the Northern Expedition of the National Revolutionary Army, which occupied the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River one after another, regardless of the mediation and intervention of the foreign powers. These were the traditional spheres of influence of the British, and the losses in the war were very large, and the British finally could not sit still, and dispatched warships to pick quarrels and provoke trouble in the Yangtze River valley.

In the beginning, British ships and merchant ships took advantage of their huge tonnage to sink Chinese wooden ships and drown the Chinese for fun. In the Wanxian section of the Yangtze River basin alone, more than 40 people drowned in three months, and four Chinese civilian boats were rammed and sunk.

The intensification of the conflict occurred at the end of August.

The British merchant liner Wanliu went to the Yunyang River to make trouble, and indiscriminately sank the three wooden boats on which Yang Sen was transporting military salaries, and more than 50 soldiers and civilians on board were drowned, and more than 80,000 yuan of silver and a small number of guns sank to the bottom of the river.

In other words, Yang Sen is the governor of Sichuan appointed by Wu Peifu, and the British are now helping Wu Peifu.

But the British cow, if you hit the wrong one, you hit the wrong one, I don't care who you are, anyway, the Chinese are cheap.

In a fit of rage, Yang Sen sent troops to seize the British merchant ships Wantong and Wanxian, demanding that the British compensate for the losses. The British responded by sending more warships and issuing a 24-hour ultimatum to open fire as soon as the deadline was reached.

On 5 September, the British ships brazenly shelled the city of Wanxian County, shelling for nearly three hours, firing more than 300 shells and incendiary bombs. Thousands of Chinese soldiers and civilians were killed and wounded, and more than 1,000 houses and shops were destroyed, which is known as the "Wanxian Massacre" in history.

After the tragedy, many newspapers across the country, including Ta Kung Pao, reported it in detail and severely condemned the criminal acts of the British. Naturally, the enthusiastic patriotic youth could not sit still, and spontaneously took to the streets to demonstrate one after another.

If protests and marches work, then what do you need the military for?

Now the British are still arrogant, not only refusing to hand over the murderer and compensating for the losses, but threatening Wu Peifu to settle the matter peacefully. Wu Peifu had no choice but to put pressure on Yang Sen to apologize to the British and release the seized British merchant ship as soon as possible.

The universe is reversed, black and white are not distinguished, and the Republic of China has always been like this.

"Don't look at it, let's go." Feng Yong sighed and said.

Zhou Hexuan shook his head helplessly, and the joy of successfully running the school was instantly washed away.

Depressed and depressed, he returned to the newspaper office, and before Zhou Hexuan's ass was hot, Hu Zhengzhi and Zhang Jiluan found him together.

Zhang Jiluan said: "We have just received a warning that the Beiping side has ordered Ta Kung Pao to downplay the Wanxian tragedy, and the report must not be too intense. It seems that all the newspapers in the Zhili area have received this telegram. ”

"President, what do you say?" Hu Zhengzhi looked at Zhou Hexuan.

Zhou Hexuan asked rhetorically: "What are your opinions?" ”

Zhang Jiluan said: "How to report, how to report. Not party, not selfish, not selling, not blind, these eight words cannot be lost. ”

Zhou Hexuan carefully considered the gains and losses, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Report!" ”

Hu Zhengzhi and Zhang Jiluan looked at each other and smiled, and the former said: "I will write this editorial, try to be as subtle as possible, but the facts must be made clear." ”

If you want to run a newspaper in the Republic of China, you must have backbone and tactfulness. Hu Zhengzhi will not be stupid enough to deliberately provoke warlords and foreigners, but he must stick to the bottom line at a critical time, which is the real policy of Ta Kung Pao.

The in-depth report that Zhou Hexuan said last time said that Hu Zhengzhi had already collected all the military expenditures of warlords in various places in recent years. But at this time, when the Northern Expeditionary Army won one after another, he chose not to post it for the time being, because once this kind of article calling for peace was written, it was tantamount to helping Wu Peifu speak in disguise.

The real timing of the report was when the armies of the North and the South were in a stalemate.

After sending Hu and Zhang away, Zhou Hexuan sat in his office and sighed, he found that no matter what he did, it would not help China's bad situation.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

Zhou Hexuan said angrily: "Please come in!" ”

A young man pushed the door in and said respectfully, "Hello Mr. Zhou, I'm here to deliver an invitation." ”

Zhou Hexuan opened the post, but it was Feng Wuyue, Zhang Xueliang's former adjutant and now the president of "Beiyang Pictorial", who invited him to a dance party on the weekend.

"I'm tired of informing President Feng that I'll go then."

Zhou Hexuan felt very ironic, now the people of the whole country are protesting against the great powers, but the dance party of the rich family is still going on. And he, Zhou Hexuan, is also a member of the "I don't know the hatred of the country".

……

Chu Mansion.

Chu Yufeng slumped on the couch, smoking a big cigarette and asked, "It's been half a month, and you haven't found a chance yet?" ”

Du Xiaoshan said with a bitter face: "That chicken thief surnamed Zhou usually stays in the concession and doesn't come out. I went to the eastern suburbs today, but I was accompanied by Zhang Xueliang and Feng Yong, which is not easy to do. ”

Chu Yufeng said indifferently: "He doesn't rent out the world, so let's start in the concession." ”

"Not really!"

Du Xiaoshan hurriedly dissuaded: "Second master, it is taboo to use firearms in the concession, and if you are not careful, it will attract foreigners to interfere." ”

"You, you're just too timid," Chu Yufeng said with a smile, "Find a gunman, hide in the crowd and put the gun, and run away after the shot, can foreigners find out?" ”

"This ......" Du Xiaoshan wanted to say and stopped. He really doesn't want to care about this, but Zhou Hexuan is Zhang Xueliang's person, and he is also a well-known university scholar, in case something goes wrong, it will be his turn Du Xiaoshan to carry the black pot.

Chu Yufeng said with a hideous face: "You are the head snake in Tianjin, go and find a gunman for me who will not die." Give him 1,000 oceans, and be sure to bring Zhou Hexuan's head. This is a military order, and it must not be disobeyed! ”

"Good...... All right. Du Xiaoshan reluctantly agreed, and he had already scolded Chu Yufeng's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

Don't look at Chu Yufeng's rampant in Tianjin, he is actually still a coward. He didn't dare to kill people in the concession at all, and even asked the gunman to entrust Du Xiaoshan, so that if something happened in the future, it would be completely wiped out.

Of course, Du Xiaoshan is not a fool, he uses it as a gun for nothing. He returned home and thought about it, called his henchmen and said, "You go and pass a message to Zhou Hexuan, tell him to be careful when he goes out, and beware of assassins." ”