The Shanghai French Concession is the earliest and largest of the four French concessions in China. Unlike the Anglo-American Public Concession and the British Concession, which did not thrive in trade with China, the French Concession had only a few dozen foreign companies that exported Chinese raw silk to Lyon. Although the area of the French Concession was repeatedly expanded, it was not until after the Taiping Rebellion that a large number of wealthy Chinese merchants poured in. The most powerful in the French Concession was not the Taipan of the Foreign Bank, but the Catholic Church. More than 50 years ago, the first Catholic church in the French Concession was built, the Pidgin St. Joseph's Church. The church also established Aurora University and Guangci Hospital in the heart of the French Concession. Catholic churches and dioceses in other places have also set up accounts in the French Concession in Shanghai to deal in real estate.

China at the end of the Qing Dynasty had narrow access to investment and was extremely unstable. The concession became a safe haven for Chinese businessmen, and a large number of Chinese businessmen invested their money in the French concession to speculate on land. The land in the concession was forcibly speculated to more than 100,000 taels of silver per acre, and it really became an inch of land. Outside the concession, an acre of high-quality paddy fields was only sold for more than 60 taels of silver.

In the French Concession, there were many department stores, opera houses, dance halls, and movie theaters, and in cafes where foreigners and high-class Chinese enjoyed the exquisite petty bourgeois life, the low-slung houses in the shantytowns were crumbling in the wind, and the poorly clothed Hanako knelt on the side of the road and begged.

Shanghai, the largest city in the Far East, is a combination of extravagant, shabby, flashy, shabby and other contrasting atmospheres that constitute its deformed prosperity. And all this is most evident in the French Concession.

There were bursts of slogans from the Huashi on the Tibetan Provincial Road: "Return me the right of way in Manchuria!" ”

"I said I got out of China!"

The voice gradually became clearer, the slogans resounded in the sky, and the flags were waved to cover the sky. When the rickshaw drivers on the street heard this, they turned around, and those who did not pull the customers applauded loudly.

"Chirp ????" A sharp brass whistle sounded.

The coachman looked depressed, this is the patrol of the French Concession, and he can't get around it!

A group of dark-skinned, thin-skinned Vietnamese patrolmen, led by a white police officer, ran over breathlessly. The driver pulled the rickshaw to the side of the road.

The coachman wanted to laugh when he saw this group of Vietnamese patrolmen, the uniform was obviously too fat on their rib-like bodies, the jacket was almost covering the buttocks, a rattan shell hat on the head, and a baton, no matter how they looked, they looked like circus orangutans, and had nothing to do with the majesty and heroism of the military and police forces.

Mu monkey and crown, wearing a dragon robe does not look like a prince!

Under the scolding and kicking of white police officers, the Vietnamese patrol gradually formed a horizontal line in four columns, blocking the road. The procession approached, and the slogans grew louder.

The Vietnamese patrols retreated in horror as the Vietnamese patrols moved towards the Tibetan Provincial Road, and the white police officer found himself nearly ten meters away from his men.

The procession was like an unstoppable torrent, and people were constantly coming in from all directions. A college student wearing glasses and a six-button school uniform, a middle school student who has just grown slightly hairy on the side of his mouth and has not yet developed his Adam's apple, a female student wearing a blue and black pleated skirt in an azure short coat, a church school student with a cross on his chest, and passers-by gradually joining the procession???? Looking from the side of the road, there is no end in sight to a long dragon.

The youthful faces of the students and the deafening slogans ignited the cold autumn in Shanghai.

The roadside coachman, the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper were involuntarily infected by this emotion, and the blood in their chests boiled happily like boiling water, and they couldn't wait to join this surging tide immediately and become one of the droplets.

After the defeat of the First Sino-Japanese War, the artillery fire of the combined fleet not only sent the Beiyang naval division to the bottom of the sea, but also ignited the blood that the Chinese had suppressed in their hearts for a hundred years!

The awakening of the national sentiment of the Han nation began precisely with that painful defeat!

And this blood will eventually be sprinkled on this land where our ancestors have multiplied for 5,000 years, and this fire will eventually burn the invading enemy to ashes!

Just like a volcano covered with snow all year round, once that hot lava erupts, anything that dares to stand in its way will be ruthlessly destroyed!

In fact, the blood in the bones of the Chinese has never cooled.

The white police officer, with a big belly, raised a white iron horn and shouted in stiff Chinese: "Students on the march! You have to turn around and go back, do you hear me? Yes is a must! Otherwise we will use force! ”

He is in the way, and he has a bit of pride in being a husband and wife.

The students were a little surprised, there was a small twitch in the line, and there were many people talking to each other. A few people in the front row looked like they were supposed to be the leaders of the students.

A girl of eighteen or nineteen years old rushed out of the group and said sternly: "Why did you stop us? ”

The white officer looked at the girl from above, and the lustful look in his eyes was almost undisguised.

"Miss, you better go home, the front is the French Concession, and I, as the chief inspector of the French Concession, have the obligation to ensure that the residents of the concession are not disturbed."

The girl's face turned red with anger from his obscene eyes, and she said angrily: "This is a place for Chinese, and we have not entered the concession, you have no right to stop us!" ”

The French detective looked at the girl, pretended to be serious, and said, "Okay, you all go back!" ”

The girl said resolutely: "We won't go back!" You don't have the power to stop us. ”

Seeing that she didn't back down at all, the French also restrained his smile, and the horizontal flesh on his face trembled and said, "If you don't go back, we will use force!" Then he waved his hand, and the Vietnamese patrol with a baton came over tremblingly.

Two male students rushed out of the group and dragged the girl back.

The French officer smiled triumphantly, and the delicately trimmed mustache curled up on his lips.

To his surprise, the students not only did not retreat, but walked forward neatly arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder. Although the speed is not fast, every step is so resolute.

They took a step forward, and the Vietnamese patrol took a step back.

With a wave of the girl's hand, the slogan sounded again. The French police officer couldn't laugh anymore, his face turned pale, and he began to retreat step by step.

There was a strange shout from the direction of the French Concession, and when the Vietnamese patrol looked back, he trembled. Groups of people themselves also rushed here, led by a group of ronins with double knives in their waists and clogs on their feet.

There were quite a few of them, at least thousands, and the sound of kicking clogs and shrill cries made the air cold. Most of these people are expats who do small business in Shanghai, and they nod their heads when they see people, as if they have a spring on their backs. But at this moment, their eyes were full of ferocity, holding wooden sticks, iron rods, and swords and shouting slogans.

"Punish tyranny!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Hand over the murderers of the Xinmin Mansion bombing case and severely punish the advance army of Zhengmeng!"

Seeing these people coming, the Chinese students who marched were also a little flustered, but more people had their eyes on fire, their fists clenched tightly, their arms held firmer, and their slogans louder.

The shops on the side of the road saw that the two gangs had gathered on the Tibetan Provincial Road, and hurriedly closed the doors and put them on the boards, while the bold ones peeked out through the cracks in the doors, and whispered curses to these ungrateful Oriental turnip heads as they watched. When they first arrived in China, they were all ragged and called flower statues, poor people bowed when they saw people, and children dragging snot did not want to leave when they saw something to eat, and they didn't know how long they were hungry.

The Chinese students and the Chinese expatriates who marched were moving forward, and the two gangs refused to give up an inch of land, compressing the space for patrolling and arresting in the French Concession step by step. A group of grimacing Vietnamese patrolmen stood back to back, almost like sandwich biscuits. The French police officer yelled at either side without stopping, but no one paid any attention to him.

The Frenchman paused and said: "This is not a concession, patrol and retreat!" ”

Hearing the order, the Vietnamese patrol in a cold sweat immediately ran to the side of the road and hid under the eaves of the shop.

The roadside drivers and shop guys watched in horror, the students were bare-handed, and many of them had their own guys! If this fights, the students will definitely suffer a big loss!

The procession on both sides was getting closer and closer, and the pace slowed down at the same time, but their eyes were fixed on each other, and at the end, it was almost nose to nose.

A short man waved his hand and signaled for the procession to retreat, while the Chinese students stayed where they were, and the two sides opened up less than five meters of space.

"I said I got out of Manchuria!"

"Give me back the right of way!"

"Long live the advance troops!"

I don't know who shouted, all the Chinese shouted slogans together, and flags flew all over the sky. The Xinmin Mansion bombing case has alarmed the whole country, and the Chinese have been bullied by foreigners for too long, especially in the treaty ports of Shanghai and Tianjin, where foreigners have never taken the Chinese seriously. Any move against foreigners will arouse strong support from the Chinese. In the past few days, the number of violent incidents against the Chinese has been increasing, but the authorities in the French Concession have turned a blind eye, especially the patrolling of the Chinese in the house has almost become an ornament, and even the routine street patrols have stopped. The inaction of the patrol room only increased the anger of the Chinese, and the students spontaneously organized a march to protest against their own atrocities.

The short and thick eyebrows are dark and short, like two black insects crawling on his face, which is disgusting to look at. He had two knives at his waist, and his rough hands gripping the hilts.

He took advantage of the gap in the slogan and shouted: "Zhina, get out of the way!" ”

In the ranks of Chinese students, a girl shouted crisply: "Say myself, get out of Manchuria!" ”

He said with a cruel smile: "Manchuria has been my land since ancient times, and the ancestors of our Yamato nation migrated from Manchuria to Yueben, and Manchuria is the land of our northern nation!" The birthplace of our emperor, Takamagahara, is in Changbai Mountain! ”

The Chinese hear it clearly, isn't this nonsense?

I don't know who shouted in the ranks of the students: "Your ancestor is Wu Dalang, and your emperor moved from Yanggu County." ”

The Chinese students laughed, and some of the ghosts quipped, "yes, otherwise how can I get a baked cake flag!" ”

These expatriates have been in China for many years, and they know the story of Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian to some extent. The man with two swords and eyebrows like black insects looked like their heads, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yaga, you dare to insult His Majesty the Emperor!" ”

"Do you know why I named myself, the eldest is called Taro, and the second is called Jiro? That's to avoid Wu Dalang's secret, and even Wu Erlang's name has to be avoided! ”

The people of Ben Lang screamed wow, and the person who had two black bugs lying on his face was annoyed and angry, and Canglang pulled out a long knife.

The Chinese students stopped smiling, glared at them with solemn eyes, and walked forward arm in arm, meeting their blades and clubs with their chests.

He himself began to throw sticks and stones into the crowd, and many people were hit in the head, and the blood flowed, but they still did not retreat, and as the team moved forward shouting slogans, he himself was also shocked, and they began to retreat.

??? Dividing line ???

In the patrol room of the French Concession, Huang Jinrong was half lying and half sitting comfortably on a rattan chair, and a young patrol with a delicate face like a virgin was beating his legs while looking at him with resentful eyes.

"Little bunny, why do you look at me like that?" Huang Jinrong scolded with a smile.

"What did you do last night, I didn't come all night waiting for you!" The eyes of the young patrol suddenly turned red, and it seemed that a teardrop was about to roll down.

Huang Jinrong smiled: "It's really aggrieved that you don't go to be a play, these tears will come!" ”

The young patrol officer said with red eyes: "People have been waiting for you all night, and you haven't slept all night, and you still laugh at people!" ”

Huang Jinrong smiled and said, "Okay, little rabbit, don't pretend to be a dead dog!" With that, he took off a gold ring from his finger: "This is for you!" ”

"Master, I'm not trying to ask for your reward!"

"Don't, I'll put it away if you don't want it!"

The young man patrolled quickly, and said with a smile: "If you want to, why don't you want it, don't want to be disrespectful to the master!" Huang Jinrong laughed: "I'll laugh at you kid for being able to talk." A patrol outsider walked in, coughed first, and then said: "Detective Huang, Steward Fang from Brother Adege's house is here, and Director Yang of the Shanghai Police Department!" ”

Huang Jinrong suddenly jumped up from the rattan chair: "Lao Fang and Yang Bangzi are here?" That's not please! After that, he said to the young man: "You avoid it first." ”

The young patrol pouted: "Why do others come, I have to hide?" I don't! ”

Huang Jinrong's face-splitting without warning was a slap in the face: "Get out!" ”

The young patrol covered his face and ran away crying, and after a while, Yang Bangzi walked in in civilian clothes, followed by an old man wearing an off-white suit with a cross around his neck.

"Elder Fang, you don't say hello when you come, you don't welcome you from afar, forgive your sins, forgive your sins!" Huang Jinrong clenched his fists and arched his hand.

The old man smiled and bowed to the ground: "Yellow Spy, the little one has said hello to your old man!" ”

Huang Jinrong was shocked and said, "How can this be made?" Aren't you going to discount my life? Director Yang, which one are you singing? ”

Yang Bangzi stood aside and sneered, and the old man found a chair to sit down, and then said lightly with a raised face: "Huang Spy, Huang Master, Huang Jinrong, Jute Skin??? Let me bring you a message! ”

"What does Adego command?" Huang Jinrong said tremblingly when he heard the old man's tone was not good.

"The master said, he can hold you up, and he can step on you, so that you can sit on your ass tightly!" The old man said calmly.

Huang Jinrong suddenly felt that his legs trembled, and he trembled: "My jute skin can have today, it all depends on Brother Ade's care, and I will never dare to do anything to be sorry for Brother Ade!" If I tell nonsense, I will be hacked to death by Lei Gong when I go out! ”

The old man smiled contemptuously: "Oh, do you remember the benefits of the master? I thought you were on the thighs of foreigners, and you didn't take the master in your eyes for a long time! ”

The gold was as glorious as thunder, and his legs trembled like chaff. Yu Qiaqing is also a person who is at the helm of the Ningbo Chamber of Commerce and the imam of the Shanghai Orthodox Church, when the French wanted to expand the concession and demolish the "Siming Mansion" of the Ningbo Chamber of Commerce. Yu Qiaqing raised his arms, 50,000 Ningbo people in Shanghai took to the streets to march, Shanghai merchants went on strike, workers went on strike, students went on strike, and even those who emptied the toilet bowl stopped working, and the entire French Concession was stinking. In the end, the French Consul General in Shanghai, Bai Zaoto, and the General Director of the Ministry of Industry Bureau, Bai Er, personally went to the British Concession to meet Yu Qiaqing, promising not to demolish the "Siming Public Office" and to compensate the Chinese for their losses.

The dignified consul and the chief director are all gray in front of Yu Qiaqing, and the old men and helmsmen of the Qing Gang and the Hong Gang are the only ones who look forward to Yu Qiaqing, he said that no one has ever dared to say two, and he is the emperor who does not wear a dragon robe in Shanghai. If he wants to kill Huang Jinrong, a small Chinese detective, it is not much different from stepping on an ant. Not to mention Huang Jinrong, even Chen Yingshi, the governor of Shanghai who had a heavy army, didn't dare to blow up his wings in front of Yu Qiaqing!

Yang Bangzi saw that his face was like ashes, and he came up to play a round and said: "Master Fang, Lao Huang is the person who was brought up by Brother Ade, and he will not give birth to an external heart, do you always figure things out and lose your temper again?" You can also let Lao Huang say a few words! ”

Lao Fang said coldly: "Okay, then let me ask you, how did Brother Ade ask you to protect the students marching in the French Concession?" ”

Huang Jinrong said with a bitter face: "It's really not that I have any other thoughts, it's an order from the French Consul General Glenn, the Chinese patrol is not allowed to go to the streets these days, and they can't participate in the conflict between the students and himself, I am powerless!" ”

Lao Fang looked at Yang Bangzi and said, "Director Yang, do you understand?" In Inspector Huang's eyes, the foreign consul was much more useful than Adego's words??? Inspector Huang, hello to yourself, farewell! ”

After that, as soon as the old man shook his sleeves and was about to leave, Huang Jinrong's frightened soul flew away, and he hurriedly begged: "Yang Bangzi, Yang Yide, are we brothers?" You can say a nice word for me! ”

Yang Bangzi said in a voice with a strong Tianjin flavor: "What do you want me to say? You use yourself as a green onion, but who the fuck takes your dip sauce? If you dare to take Adego's words as a deaf ear, you are too much to play! Lao Huang, you have been on the beach for so many years, and you still can't see the situation clearly? Foreigners are passing fairies, that's a fart, the stinky ground is over, what can you count on? Whose ground is this beach, people are not afraid of being confused, they are afraid of sitting crooked! ”

(To be continued)