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The train slowly drove into Zhengyangmen East Station, and a large amount of steam came out of the front of the train, like an angry steel monster. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Jinlu Railway was built in 1903 and extended from the Lugou Bridge to the southeast outside the front gate of the inner city. It is becoming more and more prosperous, facing north and close to Dongjiaomin Lane, and south is the Qianmen business district, where a large number of merchants gather every day.

The station has three platforms, two of which also have canopies. Passengers in the three waiting rooms enter the platform one by one and line up to board the train.

The oncoming train finally stopped, the doors opened, and the passengers swarmed down. But there is a section of the carriage that is very strange, the passengers do not leave immediately after getting off the train, but automatically stand on both sides of the door, as if waiting for some big man.

The people waiting on the platform suddenly looked curiously over there. I saw a tall young man walking out, dressed ordinary, nothing strange, but quite popular with everyone.

Zhou Hexuan walked through the crowd with his suitcase on his own, followed by Liang Qiming and the Sun brothers who were carrying the suitcases.

When they took a few steps, Chen Da behind him suddenly shouted: "Sir, your dream is also the dream of all of us!" We'll keep that in mind! ”

"Gentlemen, goodbye!" Zhou Hexuan put down his suitcase and turned around and bowed deeply to everyone.

The students bent down to return the salute and shouted, "Take care, sir!" ”

This scene made the passengers on the platform extremely strange, and they all focused on Zhou Hexuan, guessing what his identity was.

Liang took off his glasses, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and sighed: "Brother Xian's speech today is inspiring, and it expresses the great wish of every Chinese. ”

"It's just a dream, and there's a long way to go." Zhou Hexuan didn't know why, he was obviously fooling others, but he fooled himself and was lame, and he was deeply immersed in passionate emotions and couldn't extricate himself.

The crowd silently followed behind them, walked into the central hall of the station without saying a word, and then dispersed with mixed feelings.

"Jing Yan, I cried just now," Wu Jing looked at their departing backs and couldn't help but ask, "When will your husband's dream come true?" ”

Lu Jingyan shook her head: "I don't know, I'm excited and uncomfortable now." ”

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Zhou Hexuan looked at the bustling crowd, spit out a cloudy breath and smiled: "Brother Shouming, don't think so much, it's important to go to Tsinghua Garden first." ”

Liang Yiming laughed at himself and said: "You don't know that I am a person, I am easily excited, and I love to be a little daughter, but it makes the virtuous brother laugh." ”

Liang Qiming is not only easily emotional, he will cry when he sees the miserable life of the poor, because he feels that there is no way out for the country, and he has committed suicide many times.

At this moment, a young man suddenly came up and said to Zhou Hexuan: "Hello Mr. Zhou, I am Nan Huaicheng, a reporter from "Declaration". I didn't bother on the train just now, but I was very touched by what my husband said, and I hope to publish it. ”

"Hello reporter Nan," Zhou Hexuan shook hands with him and said, "Isn't the "Declaration" in Shanghai, why did you come to Beiping?" ”

Nan Huaicheng explained: "The fighting is fierce at Nankou, and I want to come over for an interview. ”

"It turns out that Mr. Nan is still a war correspondent, admire." Zhou Hexuan praised.

Today, there are two newspapers with the largest circulation in China, one is "Declaration" and the other is "News", with daily sales of more than 100,000 copies, of which "Declaration" has a daily sales of 140,000 copies.

Nan Huaicheng asked: "Mr. Zhou, can you still repeat the content of your speech on the train?" ”

"Yes." Zhou Hexuan said.

Nan Huaicheng immediately took out the interview book and said, "I'm in a hurry, if Mr. Zhou doesn't mind, let's record it now." ”

Zhou Hexuan narrated, Nan Huaicheng shorthanded, and soon copied the speech of more than 1,800 words.

The two shook hands and said goodbye, Zhou Hexuan and they left in the car, and Nan Huaicheng also called a rickshaw: "Go to the telegraph office!" ”

On the bumpy rickshaw, Nan Huaicheng continued to write, writing everything he saw in his carriage, and by the time he reached the telegraph office, he had finished writing.

On the side of the Shanghai "Declaration", a special clerk was stationed at the telegraph office every day, and the manuscript was received very quickly. As soon as he saw the contents, he immediately sent someone to the headquarters of the newspaper, and half an hour later, the press release had already reached the newspaper office.

He Guisheng, the chief writer and acting editor-in-chief of "Declaration", even forgot to knock on the door, and rushed directly into the president's office: "Liangcai, take a look at this manuscript!" ”

Shi Liangcai said with a smile: "What news is so anxious, the National Revolutionary Army has won another big victory?" ”

"See for yourself." He Guisheng placed the press release on the table.

Shi Liangcai picked it up and read it for a long time, the smile on his face became heavy, and he suddenly sighed: "Alas, why don't we have this dream." ”

"I want to make it the headline tomorrow," He said. ”

"You are the acting editor-in-chief, you have the final say," Shi Liangcai continued to immerse himself in reading the speech and praised, "This Mr. Zhou is really eloquent, and he has finished all the words in the hearts of all Chinese." ”

He Guisheng said with a smile: "He is a peer with us, and the resumption of Tianjin "Ta Kung Pao" is his handwriting. ”

Shi Liangcai nodded slightly: "If I have the chance, I would like to meet in person." ”

"If I don't tell you, I'll go write an editorial for this news." He Guisheng picked up the press release and left in a hurry.

"Wait," Shi Liangcai suddenly shouted to He Guisheng, "put his song "One Generation" in front of the content of the speech." ”

"What 'Generation'?" He Guisheng had never heard of this poem.

Shi Liangcai said with a smile: "It's a modern poem written by Zhou Hexuan, the night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light." ”

He Guisheng savored for a moment, nodded and said: "This poem is suitable for the occasion and is very suitable for the manuscript." ”

Without mentioning the "Declaration", let's turn our attention back to Beiping.

When Zhou Hexuan, Liang Qiming and the Sun brothers came to Tsinghua Park, they immediately had school staff to inform the leaders, and soon Wu Mi, director of the Tsinghua Institute of Chinese Studies, walked quickly.

"Oh, Shouming, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I'm finally here!" Wu Mi laughed out loud from a long distance.

Wu Mi is also a university scholar, who has studied both Chinese and Western, and is known as the "Harvard Three Masters" along with Chen Yinke and Tang Yongtong, and is the actual founder of the Tsinghua Institute of Chinese Studies.

After Liang Qiming shook hands with Wu Mi, he introduced: "This is Zhou Hexuan, the author of "The Rise of a Great Power". ”

Wu Mi was in awe when he heard this, and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Zhou, I have admired you for a long time, but Ren Gong has great appreciation for your great work, and he must be very happy to hear that you are here." ”

"I'm here this time to thank Mr. Ren Gong in person." Zhou Hexuan said.

Wu Mi chatted with them for a few words, and said with a smile: "Let's stop talking nonsense, I will immediately send someone to help Shouming arrange accommodation, and by the way, Ren Gong (Liang Qichao) and Jing'an (Wang Guowei) will also be called, and they will have a good drink together tonight!" ”