Arriving in Manchuria to board the special train, Yang Qiu was still holding nylon in his palm. Compared with the nuclear program, this fiber made him more surprised, after all, the nuclear bomb is just a big killer that presses the position, not to mention the time, effort and cost of countless people, and there are many troubles when it is finally used, and it is necessary to consider the wind direction, radiation, nuclear contamination, post-war situation, and so on. To put it bluntly, even if you make two now, you can't think of where to use them.

But nylon is completely different, it indicates a major leap in the domestic new materials, the first time that the domestic materials surpass the world. With the start of industrialization, it will not take long for a new industrial chain and hundreds of thousands of jobs to be formed in nylon. Although he put forward the idea of nylon and handed it over to the Hanjiang Petrochemical Research Institute for development, it will definitely take the road of private ownership after industrialization, and the state only collects taxes rather than monopolies.

Seeing that he was pinching the "cotton wool" fugue, Lu Bicheng, who accompanied him to the Beihai Oilfield to inspect it, asked curiously, when he learned that this group of things was actually refined from oil and could be used in textiles, military industry and other fields, even Lan Xinhui's talented woman was moved, secretly wondering whether to buy some patents and participate in a share after it was put into production. "Hehe. ̈. ̈I see you're all in the eye of money." Yang Qiu naughtily scratched her nose, but he never asked about business matters, plus Miao Luo and Rui Yao didn't care about business matters in the past few years, so most of the Yang family's industry relied on Lu Bicheng.

With Yang Qiu becoming president, the two have less time to be alone, so Lu Bicheng also cherishes the moment of being alone, but not long after this warmth began, it was interrupted by Yue Peng and Jiang Fangzhen, who came together. Seeing Lu Bicheng flashing into the cabin, both of them touched their noses, Yang Qiu ignored their funny actions, put away the nylon and walked to the outside reception room before asking, "It's so late, why don't you go to sleep?" ”

"Isn't it like I can't sleep happily, I'm here to talk to you." As Jiang Fangzhen spoke, the train under his feet slowly slid down.

The guards immediately came in, lowered the curtains, and dimmed the lights in the carriage a lot. This is a necessary protection work at night, although it is in the country, but I dare not relax. After Yue Peng lowered the curtain, he poured tea for the two of them before leaning back on the sofa and asking about the nuclear plan just now.

Yang Qiu actually didn't understand it, but he was supported by the primary knowledge of later generations, so he explained it roughly. When the two of them learned that even he didn't know when they would be able to develop it, their excitement gradually dissipated, and the topic focused on activating Dragon Tooth No. 1 and plotting against Kuibyshev.

In Mexico City, three Chevrolet 490 sedans with Chinese flags slowly parked along the bustling Cathedral Street, and a team of officers dressed in the white uniforms of the Chinese Navy stepped out of the cars, two of them holding cameras, as if they were on a tourist. Bingwen tidied up his military uniform in front of the mirror, because Yang Qiu asked him to be high-profile, so he pulled more than a dozen naval officers who watched the US ** show to Mexico City and deliberately wore naval uniforms to attract attention. It worked, and by the time he got out of the car, hundreds of Mexicans were already around.

Compared with the United States, Mexico, which is also an American country, is less cluttered with buildings, and the slums stretch from the city to the outside of the city, and there is no trace of industry along the way. Aside from the heat, the only things that interest Bingwen in Mexico are oil and silver, both of which are mostly controlled by American conglomerates. It is precisely because of the economic colonization policy of the United States that Mexicans have a love-hate attitude towards the United States, coupled with the influence of the Mexican-American War and Spanish colonization decades ago, which led to a very high demand for oil nationalization and economic independence in Mexico, and these factors also made Mexico one of the sources of anti-colonial revolutions in Central and South America.

In the European War, Germany also wanted to draw Mexico into the war to fight the United States, but after seeing Mexico City with his own eyes, Bingwen knew that this was undoubtedly a whimsical idea for a country with almost no industrial capacity to go to war against the world's largest industrial country, and the results were self-evident.

Even if the footsteps of the Chinese are all over the world, the appearance of a group of Chinese naval colonels on the streets of Mexico City will definitely cause a sensation, so Bingwen and everyone have only been shopping for a while, and most of the city has been given the news, and even several Associated Press and Mexican reporters have rushed to interview. Seeing that it had caused enough sensation, Bingwen glanced at Shen Honglie and the others who came to watch the military exercise, and asked him to continue to take everyone to wander around the city to attract attention, while he and the two officers went into the alley next to him.

The alley leads directly to the adjacent street, and not far after turning left, Bingwen saw a car and a liaison officer waiting on the side of the road. The liaison officer is a Chinese young man, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he looks very energetic: "Luo Xiu, the translator of the ambassador to Mexico. While introducing himself, the young man looked at the military uniforms of the three and frowned: "General Bing, why haven't you changed your clothes?" ”

"As soon as I finished participating in the US Navy exercises, the ship arrived as soon as it landed." Bingwen didn't want to dwell on his dress, so he changed the subject and asked, "How is Trotsky doing?" By the way, how did you get in touch with him, and did he agree to go to China? ”

As soon as Trotsky was mentioned, Luo Xiu immediately forgot about the military uniform, and briefed Bingwen on the situation while driving: "Trotsky is bent on the Fourth International, hoping to use this organization against Moscow. This Fourth International had already aroused Stalin's fears, so recently Mexico has not been very peaceful, including many Trotskyists in South America have been assassinated! We also found quite a few Soviet agents outside his house. According to reliable sources, several of them were from the Soviet Security Service, so it cannot be ruled out that he would also be assassinated in the near future. But then again, this guy is still quite powerful, we have asked many times before if we can meet, but he kicked him back, if you didn't come in person, maybe you wouldn't have seen him. ”

During Luo Xiu's introduction, the car soon came to a small villa in the suburbs. Although it is a suburb, there are actually many slum buildings around. This environment made Bingwen frown, and it was obvious that Trotsky was casual and irresponsible in his own safety. Sure enough, as soon as the car stopped, the beautiful white navy uniform attracted the attention of many people, many of whom obviously showed stunned and panicked looks on their faces.

Since he had planned to attract attention, Bingwen pretended not to see it, and deliberately carried the bulging leather bag in his hand, and then walked into the villa with Luo Xiu. The villa is small but exquisite, and there are no security personnel to be seen along the way, except for two bodyguards with pistols. After only a few steps, a middle-aged man in a gray shirt with his cuffs pulled up and his hair messy came out of it.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Trotsky." Bingwen had seen the photo before he came, so he recognized the identity of this person at a glance, and hurriedly quickened his pace to meet him.

"I'm glad to meet you, my friend from China, too." At this time, Trotsky looked a little depressed, his shirt was washed white, and there were many stains on the neckline, but his eyes were very sharp, and he was obviously stunned when he saw Bingwen's naval uniform. However, he didn't say much, and after a few words of greeting, he led everyone to the small garden to sit down before deliberately praising it: "The general's uniform is so beautiful." ”

Trotsky's English was not very good and he had to listen carefully to understand. Seeing that he hinted that the navy uniform was too eye-catching, Bingwen smiled and said, "If he wants to know, I can't hide what I'm wearing." ”

Although he did not name him directly, Trotsky also knew who this "he" meant, so he avoided the topic and asked: "Is there anything about the general's coming to me this time?" ”

Bingwen said: "I am here to thank you on behalf of the president of our country. We Chinese are a nation that knows how to repay kindness, and if it were not for you and Mr. Lenin to overthrow the tyranny of the tsarist and launch the German revolution, we would not have been able to win the war so quickly, so he hopes that you can personally visit our country and give him the opportunity to thank you in person. ”

These few sentences directly put Trotsky and Lenin together, but deliberately set aside the fact that Stalin and others withdrew from the European war with the Soviet Union, which almost led to the defeat of the war. Trotsky knew what this stripping meant, and he knew what Yang Qiu meant by sending someone to see him. "No, you're wrong. The overthrow of the tsarist tyranny was not the work of one person, but because the people were already dissatisfied with exploitation and plunder, as President Yang Qiu did in 1911, and we were only catalysts. ”

Bingwen's personality is deeply influenced by Germany, and he doesn't like the way politicians talk very directly: "Sir, right and wrong in the past are no longer important, and today I came to see if there is a possibility of cooperation between us!" As we all know, the Shanghai Communiqué is a sovereignty agreement recognized by the international community, and the Soviet Government has also recognized it, but recently we have found that some people have been constantly provoking the Communiqué and insisting on expanding armaments in disregard of the people of the country. We are not afraid of war, but we do not want war, because the main problem at present, whether in China or in the Soviet Union, is not to continue the revolution, but to make the people's lives better! We have become completely disillusioned with Mr. Stalin, so we hope to build a new bridge between Beijing and Moscow.

We know that your departure from Moscow was forced, but to put it mildly, your expulsion was in a sense self-inflicted! Revolution is a struggle, and isn't it chilling that those of your supporters are currently being undermined and suppressed, and tens of thousands of people have lost their freedom and their lives because of you, while you are hiding in Mexico and giving up the struggle? ”

Trotsky's face changed slightly, he didn't expect Yang Qiu to send someone to speak so sharply. Being expelled from Moscow was the most memorable event of his life, but he never thought about uniting China to destroy the Moscow system. Because in any case, it is the birthplace of the proletarian revolution and, above all, its own motherland. However, the fact that Trotskyists all over the world were encircled and suppressed was a pimple in his heart, and without the supporters of the Fourth International, there would be no need to exist, which was not what he wanted to see.

Bingwen knew that the person in front of him was an idealist, so he deliberately stimulated in this regard: "We know that you are building momentum for the influence of the Fourth International, but don't you think that it is easier to increase your popularity by meeting with a president who has important influence in the world?" So I would like you to consider my suggestion that, if we can cooperate, we can make it easier for your supporters in the Kazakh region, and we can also provide you with the people of Bukharin, the country. ”

Trotsky's eyes lit up, and he agreed not to unite with China for restoration or anything, but only out of politeness and to expand the influence of the Fourth International, and still less to drag the Soviet Union into a civil war, because he felt that the struggle within the party could be solved by political means.

If Beijing can agree to contact party supporters and Bukharin and others in the border areas, it may not be impossible to overthrow Stalin. Moreover, now the Fourth International was all his sustenance, but under Stalin's blows and retaliation, his followers suffered heavy losses, so this suggestion of Bingwen interested him very much.

Of course, a public visit to Beijing would also be dangerous, as it would make Stalin more angry and put his followers in a more passive position.

Bingwen saw that he was still hesitating, and after thinking about it, he suddenly stood up.

This action startled Trotsky, who was thinking about it, and asked: "General, what are you?" ”

"Sir, I can't stay here for too long, it will bring danger to your life, and I hope you will change your place of residence as soon as possible after I leave. But before I leave, I want to ask you a question, is it important to rescue your compatriots? Or is the revolution important? After Bingwen finished speaking, he took out a kraft paper briefcase with the pattern of the Chinese flag printed on it from his bag. At the same time as the paper bag appeared, a covert camera in the distance had quietly captured the scene.

"These are some small gifts that Mr. President asked me to pass on to you, I hope it will be helpful to you."

Trotsky saw that the paper bag just wanted to refuse, but Bingwen didn't give him the slightest chance, and put it directly on the small table: "Sir, the president knows that you have concerns and will think that we are taking advantage of you, so let me convey a word to you." ”

"What?" Tonotsky was curious.

Bingwen smiled at the corner of his mouth: "He said that Trotsky in Mexico has no value, and Trotsky who returns to Moscow is also worthless. ”

"There is no value in Mexico, and there is no value in returning to Moscow?" Trotsky chewed on the words, and after a moment he finally understood. Yang Qiu's sentence obviously means that he who hides in Mexico will always be a spectator of world politics, so there is no value in cooperation. If it is possible to return to Moscow, then the first thing to consider is the interests of the USSR, which are even less valuable to him. That is, cooperation is limited to the period between leaving Mexico and regaining leadership within the party.

Thinking of this, Trotsky couldn't help but admire Yang Qiu's ability to understand international politics! For the first time, the desire to meet him swelled in my heart. But when he looked up and said that he was willing to go to China once, Bingwen and the others who came to visit had already left and got into the car. Since he couldn't catch up, he simply didn't leave, and when he saw that the paper bag was still on the table, he picked it up, but when he saw the things in his hand clearly, he was shocked!

In the distance, a photo of Trotsky holding a brown paper briefcase with the Chinese flag in his left hand and a stack of dollars from it with his right hand was instantly frozen! ~！