Subtitle of this chapter: Revolution before falling in love

"Eight hundred and eighty dollars, for the first time...... Second...... The third time! ”

"Bang!"

"Then this Qing Qianlong pastel plum vase belongs to Mr. Li Jie, director of the Anliang Chamber of Commerce and Industry."

The auctioneer who made a cameo appearance by Luo Jiaxiang's first secretary was presentable, but the fifth brother of Hongqi hugged his fist at a short and fat man in a robe and horse coat not far away: "President Zhu, accept and concede." ”

That President Zhu, who has a very good taste of rivers and lakes at first glance, is from the New York branch of the Xiesheng Association...... Tap. After losing the bidding, his face twitched unnaturally a few times, but in the end he reluctantly replied: "Old five, be polite." ”

This round of competition is naturally that An Liangtang, one of the two Hongmen branches, has overwhelmed the Xiesheng Association. Don't look at them all in the Hongmen lineage, but as the old saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers. The Xiesheng Club opened its doors in North America in the mid-19th century, and An Liangtang was a cross-river dragon who only opened the hall in New York more than ten years ago, and there is inevitably a bit of a discord between the two.

In the original timeline, it was just such a battle of hearts and spirits, and in a few years, the two would fight and even use firearms.

"The owner of the house is just a broken porcelain vase that costs eight hundred and eighty dollars, isn't it a little too expensive?" The fourth sister of Jin Feng was not at all happy about her husband's victory. She glanced at President Zhu worriedly and asked in a low voice.

The fifth red flag said solemnly: "It's a little more expensive, but all the proceeds from today's auction will be donated to the victims of the drought in East China, don't forget that our hometown has also been affected." I guess I'm doing my part. ”

The so-called gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times. In those days, Chinese cultural relics were not very valuable.

However, this plum vase is still worth the price. You must know that this kind of Qianlong pastel porcelain will be sold for 10 million soft sister coins in another hundred years, and it will be easy to sell it. On November 11, 2010, at an auction at Bainbridge, London, a Qing Qianlong pastel hollow porcelain vase with an estimate of between 800,000 and 1.2 million pounds was finally sold for 51.6 million pounds (about 550 million yuan), setting a new record for the highest price of Chinese cultural relics at auction at that time.

Now this plum vase is less than 1,000 US dollars, and the RMB converted into a hundred years later is only a few hundred thousand, but it is just the tuition fee of our Master Yuan for two years, which is really cheap.

"Huilan, it's too stuffy here, I'll go out and take a breath!"

Miss Wei Mingzhu was really not interested in this kind of auction, and since there was no smoking in the room these days, she couldn't stay anymore.

"Hmm!" Huang Huilan nodded lightly, she was actually not very interested, but as the wife of the minister to the United States, she didn't necessarily have to slip away halfway.

Miss Wei was so close that she naturally alarmed the men around her who were all focused on her.

"Miss Wei, where are you going, I'll accompany you."

She glanced at Lu Jifeng and said lightly: "I'm going to touch up my makeup, so I won't work Mr. Lu." ”

"Well......" Dick also knew that touch-up was synonymous with going to the bathroom, so he had to laugh wryly, "Then you please." ”

Saying that, Wei Mingzhu went up the stairs, but she didn't go back to the lounge, but went around the stairs from the back to the side door on the first floor, and wanted to walk out of the New York Consulate General from here.

"Little Miss, don't catch a cold."

The maids hurriedly dressed her in a light but warm snitch skin coat, and stuffed a stove in her hand. Wei Mingzhu came to the garden at this time.

There was nothing to see in this small garden, let alone a cold winter night. All the plants are covered with a layer of snow, and you can't see what they were at all. Xiao Xiao's white snow falling from the sky became thicker and thicker, as if everything was going to be shrouded in a thick white quilt.

Even if there is snow in the sky, even if she is in such a cold and secluded place, even if the temperature around her is nearly minus ten degrees, Miss Wei Mingzhu's heart still feels sullen and hot.

Although she is from a wealthy family in Nanyang like Huang Huilan, their Wei family is nothing compared to the Huang family, the richest man in Nanyang, and she is not as loved by her father as Huang Huilan, her father is the kind of traditional Chinese master, who pays more attention to the sons who can pass on the lineage. So her situation is really a little embarrassing compared to the minister's wife, who is favored by Huang Zhonghan.

Fortunately, the Wei family is a little Westernized because the whole family believes in Christianity, so she followed her eldest sister Wei Mingniang to Europa this time to open her eyes. This is naturally a good opportunity for Miss Wei to get rid of the feudal family that makes her feel depressed, and she really wants to find a like-minded Ruyi Langjun.

No matter how much Miss Wei Mingzhu yearns for revolution, she will not be able to escape the dual influence of traditional Chinese education and Christian church schools that she has been exposed to since childhood. In her heart, she still takes it for granted that women always have to get married, and she is twenty-three years old this year, and she can be regarded as an unmarried older young woman in both the East and the West in this year.

Why can't I marry a hero and revolutionary like Mr. Jingwei like Bingru's sister?

Feeling upset, she couldn't help but groan: "Is it safe after farewell?" will meet, desolate everything, unbearable to look back. The country is ruined and the family is infinitely hateful, and it is forbidden to suffer in this life! It also added a thousand sorrows. The bottom of the eye is like yesterday, and the heart is often hand in hand night and night. A chamber of blood, for the king to dissect ......"

Suddenly, a clear and rich baritone voice continued: "The tear-stained material is clear." Leaning on the cold, reading in a loop, the residual lamp is like a bean. Leave the rest of your life behind, and make the old people sloppy. Shameful, but the head is the same. It is not easy to trek through the river, and I wish the lonely soul before and after the ambulance. The intestines are broken, and the song is difficult again!"

I heard the male voice say leisurely: "When it comes to poetry, Wang Zhaoming is also a big person in the world, this lame "He Bridegroom" is really well written, but it's a pity that ......."

Wei Mingzhu was inevitably a little angry when she heard this, so she turned around with anger to look at the person who spoke up, only to see a tall figure stepping on the snow, step by step out of the deep darkness.

The nearby light hit the man's feet first, it was a pair of high-end leather shoes of fine leather, although there was some snow on them, but they were still visible, and they were not ordinary at first glance.

Then there were elaborate gowns and coats, and a high top hat. And the shadow on the edge of the top hat just obscured the man's face.

Somehow, Miss Wei, who had only heard the voice and didn't even see the other party, was beating wildly, and it seemed that she was about to jump out of her throat the next moment, and that sentence was frozen in her mouth.

She also felt a little strange in her heart, why did I conclude that this person was a handsome guy without even seeing his face?

Of course, she wouldn't notice that the two maids behind her were in the same strange state as her.

Oops, the charm value of 18 points is still too high, this chick and the two servants behind him are so suppressed by themselves?

Our Master Yuan smiled bitterly and adjusted his charm value back to 16 points.

Because he was late, there was no parking space at the main entrance, so Zhuang Kunlun had to park his car next to this garden. And Yuan Yanqian had followed Luo Puxiang to the Consulate General several times before, and knew that there was a side door. So I walked through the garden and took a shortcut. Unexpectedly, I met a woman with a long body and a beautiful body chanting poetry in the snow.

has such an opportunity to pretend to be forced, and he doesn't pretend that he really lives up to the master ball system.

"Hmm......" Miss Wei Mingzhu came back to her senses at this time, and blurted out quickly and urgently: "What is a pity? What's the pity of a hero like Mr. Jingwei? And ......"

"You're so rude, how can you call people by their names?!"

As soon as the words came out, she already regretted it. Only now did she see the true face of this man, and there was only one word to describe this gentleman's face, that is, "handsome"!

She couldn't help but be ashamed and anxious, should she behave like a real lady in front of such a handsome guy!

Yuan Yan said in her heart, I'm rude? The other traversers couldn't even distinguish the names and numbers, and when they saw Xiao Liuzi, they called him the young marshal. But...... This chick is pretty looking. And the clothes and accessories on the body seem to know whether they are rich or expensive.

He couldn't help but feel a move in his heart, could it be that this woman was that Wei Mingzhu.

Well, this name has nothing to do with me at first glance, how can a neoclassical liberal master like me have anything to do with Mingzhu? It's not right, I don't necessarily have to marry a woman named Persimmon Oil as a wife.

Since this girl is stupid and believes in religion, and she actually regards Wang Jingwei, a waste wood that often gets into the water in her head, as her idol, then she is not welcome.

"Hehe......" he chuckled lightly and said nonchalantly: "What's wrong with calling him Wang Zhaoming?" I also call his old man Sun Wen. ”

"You ......" Wei Mingzhu was really a little angry when she heard this, she admired Wang Jingwei, so naturally she admired his "old man" even more...... Well, the revolutionary mentor is invincible with an iron fist.

Even if you are so handsome, you can't look down on revolutionaries so much.

She couldn't help but protest: "Can you call Mr. Zhongshan's name as well?" Are you...... The royalists who follow Mr. Nanhai? ”

Not to mention, Miss Wei Mingzhu's knowledge is also extensive, and she can actually know that there are still Manchu remnants on the American side. That is the Imperial Constitutional Council established by Kang Youwei in New York in 1907, and it is known as the Chinese Imperial Constitutional Council to the outside world. Article 3 of the Constitution of this organization clearly states: "The purpose of this association is to honor the imperial family. ”

Of course, after a gunshot rang out in front of the Yellow Crane Tower, and the local Kuomintang and President Yuan Da overthrew the Manchu Qing Dynasty like child's play, almost all overseas Chinese in the United States defected to the iron-fisted and invincible League.

I only heard Master Yuan sneer: "Miss, you really like to joke, what is there for Kang Youwei to follow this old fandian himself?" I didn't have a chance to meet him, and I had to scold him after seeing him. ”

He said with a smile: "And that Sun Hewen, that Wang He Zhaoming, in addition to being a long-distance revolutionary, what did he do to benefit the country and the people, and deserve my respect?" ”

Wei Mingzhu heard for the first time in her life that someone actually didn't look at these three people, and overseas Chinese living in Nanyang like her have heard these names since she was a child, and she also regarded them as real heroes.

She couldn't help but take a closer look at the man in front of her again, to make sure that this person was crazy.

Well...... He really doesn't look like a madman, even if he is, he's so handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so handsome.

She turned her head away with a red face, but said unrelentingly: "You are really unreasonable." Mr. Nanhai's thinking is a little old, but back then, he was also enthusiastic about changing the law and renewing ......"

"Hahaha......" Yuan Yanqian laughed when she heard this, "full of blood? He is not 'I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife, and went to leave the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun' Tan Fusheng, as soon as he encountered something, he ran into the Japanese embassy What else can he bleed, auntie...... Well, nosebleeds? ”

"Hehehe......" he then sneered, "Changing the law? Without their gang of reformers, they might not have been able to fight in the first year. What's more, if they want to change the law and restore it, it is also to continue the life of the Manchu alien race, which sub-law is this change? Which is new? ”

Miss Wei Mingzhu didn't know why she really wanted to have a good debate with the other party, anyway, she couldn't help but retort: "Mr. Nanhai won't talk about it first." So Mr. Nakayama and Mr. Jingwei, as well as members of the League like my father, shed their blood in order to overthrow the rule of the alien race, sir, don't you get used to it? ”

This question just scratched Yuan Yanqian's itch, and he said with his hand: "This young lady, looking at it from below, Sun Sandalwood is a person who does great things and regrets his life, and he dies when he sees small profits." Empty talk about righteousness, ignorance of current affairs, mere leader, no real achievements. Looking at his actions, it is to hand over the party, collude with Dongying, squander fundraising, and cultivate Luo...... cough cough cough cough that set of methods, Liang Qichao tasted that it is not wrong to say that this generation is a long-distance revolutionary. ”

"Huang Changsha's character is indeed kind, and his courage is also commendable. But it claims to be proficient in military affairs, but in fact it is bullshit. is so reckless, misleading others and self, and wasting comrades. Those who know that he is lining up for the revolution, and those who don't know think that he is clearing up the chaos before helping. After all these years, he hasn't died yet, and it can only be said that his gas is not exhausted. ”

Huang Changsha is naturally Huang Xing.

"Song Changde's conduct is quite commendable, but this person does not know the sinister world. In the troubled times, people's hearts are in danger, and it is when Huang Zhong destroys the clay kettle and thunders, the gentleman disappears, the villain grows, and the more square he acts, the more miserable the end. If you can't keep your own body, what kind of revolution can you talk about? ”

Song Changde is Song Jiaoren. As for whether he was assassinated by President Yuan Da or by Sun Da revolutionary, it is unclear.

After saying that the three giants of the alliance would be held, Yuan Yanqian looked at the puffing little face of the beautiful woman in front of him, and decided to leave some room for the other party, so he chuckled and said, "As for Wang Foshan...... Hehehe, don't say it. Anyway, it will take a long time to see people's hearts. ”

"Humph!" Miss Wei Mingzhu had already confirmed that this person was a fanatic who was eager to speak out, so she asked angrily, "What about you, sir?" Who are you? ”

"I'm ......"