On the wharf, Huang Lao and the others, like other Americans who came to see them off, waited until the passenger ship left the port.

But...

After seeing that Huang Lao and others scraped together 30,000 US dollars to give Yan Guang, some people didn't seem to agree, and they also wanted to express their dissatisfaction, just like now.

"Grandpa, why did you give that person surnamed Yan so much money?" On the way back, a very sturdy young man came up from behind and said dissatisfiedly beside Huang Lao.

Then several other young people walked up briskly from behind, including Huang Lao's juniors and other old man's juniors, but these young people were obviously the same as Huang Lao's grandson, and they were very unhappy that Huang Lao gave the money to Yan Guang.

Huang Lao stopped when he heard this, and snorted heavily. "People are going to return to China to open factories and run industries, and you say that I don't give people to others, so who should this money be given to?" When he said who to give, Huang Lao's face was already full of anger.

Seeing that his father was angry like this, Huang Yihua's father hurriedly gave his son a look, and the other young people also took a few steps back when they saw that the atmosphere was a little wrong, but Huang Yihua didn't seem to see it, and said loudly with his neck. "You can donate to the League to fund the revolution."

As he spoke, Huang Yihua walked from Huang Lao's side to the opposite side of him. "Grandpa, you know that I came back from Hong Kong this time to raise money, to raise money to revolt and revolutionize." Huang Yihua even blushed. "When I came back, you told me you didn't have any money, but just now you gave $30,000 to a stranger you've known for only a few months." Speaking of this, he even shouted at Huang Sheng. "Thirty thousand dollars, one hundred thousand oceans, do you know how many guns you can buy with this money, how many uprisings you can launch? Did you know? ”

"Bastard! How did you talk to your grandpa! Before Huang Lao could react, Huang Yihua's father, Huang Yishan, had already rushed up from behind, slapped Huang Yihua hard, and knocked Huang Yihua to the ground.

Seeing Huang Yihua standing up and covering his face and looking at himself stubbornly, Huang Yishan just wanted to kick again, but was stopped by Huang Lao.

"Third child, stop..."Huang Lao walked up with a gloomy face.

"Yes, father." Retracting the leg that had been raised, Huang Yishan respectfully returned to Huang Lao's back.

After returning to Huang Lao's back, Huang Yishan first glared at Huang Yihua fiercely, and then signaled Huang Yihua with his eyes not to be top with his grandfather anymore.

No one knows his father Huang Sheng better than Huang Yishan, and when Huang Yihua and his grandfather shouted just now, Huang Yishan's face changed, for fear that his father would clean up his son.

It's a pity that Huang Yihua didn't understand his father's hard work, and still stood there with his neck covered his face, without the slightest sign of giving in.

"Let me ask you, how many times has that alliance staged an uprising?" Just as Huang Yihua was about to answer, Huang Sheng asked again. "How many times have the Allies succeeded in their uprising?"

"Revolutions always have to fail." Huang Yihua stubbornly said.

"It's a pity that from the beginning of the Guangzhou Uprising to the Hekou Uprising some time ago, your alliance has never succeeded." Huang Lao slammed the ground with his crutch. "I'd rather put my money into a factory that I can see and touch, than throw him into some kind of revolution to be wasted."

After speaking, Huang Lao said sharply to his son behind him. "The third."

"Father." Huang Yishan stood up in response.

"After he goes back, he will lock up Yi Hua and not allow him to go out of the room for half a step, let alone go back to Hong Kong to continue to participate in that alliance!" Then he snapped at a few young people around him. "You are not allowed to come into contact with Li Shinan and Wen Xiongfei's gang, do you know?"

After speaking, he ignored Huang Yihua who was standing there, and continued to walk in the direction of Chinatown, and the others hurriedly followed, leaving Huang Yishan there to press Huang Yihua and ask him not to collide with his grandfather.

"Don't worry, your grandfather will be fine when his anger is gone." Although Huang Yishan didn't want his son to do any revolution, he still persuaded Huang Yihua after looking at his face. There's no way, whoever called Huang Yishan is such a son, and if he changes to other sons, I'm afraid he would have kicked it over a long time ago. "Alas, I knew that I wouldn't spoil this child so much, but I dared to face his grandfather in front of the public, and I don't know what kind of hardships I will suffer next..."

Not knowing what his father was thinking, Huang Yihua just took a breath and nodded.

It's just that Huang Yihua and Huang Yishan didn't know that Huang Yihua was not let go by Huang Sheng until the start of the Baolu Movement. However, because of this, Huang Yihua did not die in the Huanghuagang Uprising and became one of the 72 martyrs. Instead, he cooperated with the San Francisco branch of the League that was later established in San Francisco to raise funds with Li Shinan, Wen Xiongfei and others, until he received the news of the failure of the Huanghuagang Uprising, and then returned to China.

And his greatest contribution was to extract some donations from Huang Sheng and Huang Yishan, and at the same time brought many Chinese young people from San Francisco's Chinatown to return to China to join the revolution.

Merely...

"Surnamed Yan, I remember you!"

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Of course, Yan Guang, who was on the passenger ship at this time, didn't know that because of his relationship, the Huang family had civil strife, and there was even a guy he didn't know who held a grudge against him.

At this time, Yan Guang was in a state of stunned, and even the chess piece in his hand that was about to make a head cannon fell on the chessboard.

"Could it be? You didn't prepare braids this time, did you? Zhang Xingfeng asked in disbelief, and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw Yan Guang looking like you guessed correctly. Although the prestige of the imperial court has become less and less over the years, there are still some things that need to be maintained on the surface, and you are now going back without any preparation..."

Yan Guang also has a hard time, braids have only been seen in braids in his previous life, and he has short hair in Pingyue, although he has been in this world for a few months, but except for a few Chinese in Chinatown, the rest are all blonde and blue-eyed foreigners, and Pingyue is always thinking about how to make money, how can he think of such a thing as braids at this time...

"Alas, you, you..." Pointing at Yan Guang, Zhang Xingfeng kept sighing. Forget it, fortunately, the control of the imperial court in Shanghai is weak, even if there is no braid, it is nothing, but if you want to go deep into the mainland, you still need to buy a fake braid to wear. ”

"Is there a fake braid seller in Shanghai?" Yan Guang hurriedly asked, this time he is going to open a factory in the mainland, if he can only mess around in Shanghai, then what will he do when he comes back.

"Of course there are sales, there are a lot of people who go abroad these years, and some of them cut their braids outside because of the discrimination of foreigners, but they don't need braids outside, but they need braids when they come back, so Shanghai has a special seller of fake braids..."

"Really..."Yan Guang touched his short hair. Looks like I need to shave my head. ”

Looking at Yan Guang, who was touching his short hair, Zhang Xingfeng suddenly remembered something.

"Speaking of which, the Yan Guang that was once published in the newspaper shouldn't be the person in front of you, right?" When he was in school, Zhang Xingfeng and his classmates admired Yan Guang, who had published in the newspaper and made an invention in one day, and some Chinese students even worshipped Yan Guang as an idol, after all, the speed of one invention a day was not even comparable to Edison.

But...

Looking at Yan Guang in front of him, who was a little stunned...

"Poof, it can't be that Yan Guang's, it must just be the same name." After laughing, Zhang Xingfeng continued to fantasize about the image of Yan Guang, who was tall and mighty, and was upright.

In this way, Zhang Xingfeng lost the opportunity to ask Yan Guang for an autograph...