The chaotic tea garden was full of people. Those in suits, uniforms, and Han clothes are constantly coming in and out. Only the customers in robes and horse coats can not be seen, this tea garden located in the downtown area has always been empty. On Sundays, it's even more crowded. Tea is drunk not only by celebrities and gentry who love tea, but also by brokers and wealthy businessmen, politicians and bankers who are accustomed to learning about the market and trading in teahouses.

People who like to spend time in the muddy crowds also go on dates, get together, spread trivia anecdotes to each other, and talk about world events. The sound of talking, laughing and scolding, coupled with the clanging sound of tea bowls and saucers, the shouts of the overwhelmed tea house, the noise of selling cigarettes, melon seeds, pictorials, magazines, and sometimes some shouting beggars, melt into a noisy and colorful atmosphere of the city.

Like most restaurants, there is a "Slave No Entry" poster on the wall, which is a reminder to customers who are still wearing robes and waistcoats that if they are wearing "robes and waistcoats" with slave labels, please go elsewhere.

Compared with the past, in the newly compiled dramas in the music industry, any problems such as sloppy clothing and lack of hygiene have been detained as "still carrying the habit of a servant". Voluntary or not, in less than two months after the liberation, the Chinese people are gradually adapting to a new life, to the beginning of a life away from slavery and a return to the Han family.

At this moment, among the chaotic tea seats, there are two customers, who are sitting opposite each other against a delicate tea table. One is Chen Qimei, who wears ink-framed glasses and a silver-gray suit, and the other is wearing a Han dress. They mingled in the sea of tea plantations, and they were not at all conspicuous.

The five-spiced melon seeds on the table have been swallowed a lot. Chen Qimei's fingers tapped the tea bowl, and she looked quite leisurely calling the tea room to boil the water.

Here comes the tea room. Chen Qimei slowly put down the "Liberation Newspaper" in her hand and said in a casual voice.

"I think the ruling emperor is decided!"

His tone was mixed with the noise of the red-eared arguments in the seats, and it seemed very harmonious. After the boiling water was washed through the tea room, he habitually touched his glasses and whispered to Lao Xu.

"Now we're weak!"

Yu Lie nodded, Chen Qimei was telling the truth, there were only a few hundred members of the Xingzhong Society, and as the overall situation of the restoration had been decided, many comrades withdrew from the Xingzhong Association and joined the Guangfu Association instead, which made the already weak Xingzhong Association suffer a serious blow. At the same time, he asked in a low voice.

"Our attack in the newspaper as Chen's wife is not obvious enough from the current point of view."

"If you can't do it, just ...... him When the time comes, the provinces will be leaderless, and we can naturally ......"

Chen Qimei was expressionless when she said this, but her eyes flashed sharply in the frame.

"I'm afraid it's impossible, not to mention that it's impossible for Mr. to pass there!"

"The kindness of a woman!"

muttered these four words in her heart, but Chen Qimei didn't say anything.

A bookseller shook the pictorial in his hand, walked through the crowd, Chen Qimei took out a box of matches, and then calmly lit a paper cigarette. He looked at the street outside, and his expression could not be calmed for a long time.

Originally, he joined the revolutionary party in order to seek a higher rank, and according to his imagination, in the name of the revolutionary party and Mr. Sun, he could help him find a job in the political sea. However, contrary to expectations, the ruling axe has not yet been elected, and even the Xingzhong Congress only exists as an "illegal political party".

He did not have the experience of studying abroad like his brother Chen Qicai, so it was naturally impossible for him to enter the staff office of the ruling axe, but now the ruling axe has interrupted his way into the political arena, and their lack of reputation and financial resources makes it impossible for them to enter the Shanghai Advisory Bureau like others, let alone become the county magistrate of Shanghai.

In short, the ordinary path has been cut off. At least in his opinion, that's the case, he disdains to take any civil service exams, and in his opinion, those sesame affairs officials are far from what he is after.

Although he co-founded the "Minbao" in Shanghai to agitate for revolution and the republic, the circulation of the "Minbao" has always hit a new low, "the cause of liberation is about to be accomplished, and the country should be fully transferred to the cause of reconstruction." The ruling axe is always able to come up with new terms that stir people's hearts, and there is also a corresponding "task of the political axe for ten years" that the ruling party has opened up to the outside world.

"30,000 kilometers of railways, 500,000 kilometers of roads, 600,000 schools, 1.5 million tons of ships, 5 million tons of steel, 50 million school students! 100 million literate citizens! ”

Anyone dares to say big things, but a person like him who brags and does not do anything is rare in the world, not to mention anything else, even 600,000 schools, 50 million students, and 100 million literate citizens, let alone ten years, even twenty years will not be possible.

"Do you think that this time Mr. is in power, can you make any agreement with him?"

Suddenly, Chen Qimei's voice changed, and she turned her head to a meeting that was about to be held a few hundred meters away.

While they were talking, there were also two people sitting there drinking tea in the tea garden, but their eyes were theirs, and when they saw one of them ordering tea, one of them looked at them coldly, and they were more concerned about their actions than the content of their conversation.

When the two left, the two just followed, and after the two separated from Chen You outside the door, the two of them followed one person each.

Walking on the street, Chen Qimei looked at Nanjing, which seemed to be a construction site, out of the city and directly to Xiaguan Wharf Zhonghua Road, which was being widened at this time, and the dust caused by the widening and demolition of houses on both sides of the road was spread in the air, making the air in the city appear a little dirty, and even slightly choking.

On the side of the road, at the beginning of Jiangning's renaming of Nanjing, although it was said that Nanjing was financially constrained, the municipal axe seized the opportunity of the ruling axe to set the capital of Nanjing, and put forward a proposal to build Zhonghua Avenue, which was adopted. It is expected that a 12-kilometer-long, 40-meter-wide, asphalt-paved Zhonghua Avenue will be built from the end of June this year to the Spring Festival next year, and the first batch of thousands of plane trees will be purchased from the French Concession in Shanghai and planted on both sides of the road.

For a time, with the completion of the plan, the demolition of houses began in Nanjing City to widen the road, and when the road was widened, new buildings were built on both sides at the same time, so as to present a new appearance for the new dynasty and the new capital.

The planning of this road is very simple, the municipal axe drew two lines on the map, and the line was demolished in two weeks, and the political axe that did not dismantle it was demolished for them. In order to speed up the construction, even the General Staff of the Liberation Army mobilized three engineering regiments to assist in the construction of the road.

As far as the Nanjing officials are concerned, they naturally understand that this China Avenue and the buildings on both sides of the China Avenue are all prepared for the new dynasty and even the new emperor, and they will naturally not hesitate to do so. Of course, there are some people who are reluctant to move away, but in the end, perhaps because they are afraid of causing some indignation to the new dynasty, the natural political axe compensation is not stingy, and they help them find rental housing outside the city and in the city, and promise him to move back.

When she was thinking so, when Chen Qimei was walking along the side of the road, when she saw the warning sign in front of her, "Please detour ahead for construction", she just walked forward, and she didn't pay attention to this warning sign at all, and she could walk half a mile less from here to the place where she lived.

Chen Qimei, who walked into the construction site, didn't know that when he walked into the construction site marked with "warning", the expressionless face of the person who had been following him showed a slight sneer.

Construction workers are building a sewer in a dug foundation on the side of the road, and the original road is lined with bricks, cement, wooden planks and other building materials, and occasionally passers-by pass by, many of whom choose to walk through the construction site in order to walk a little less.

A hawker with a picker walked past Chen Qimei head-on from the road covered with sacks, and Chen Qimei walked forward from the place where the man walked without thinking, but when he stepped on the sacks, his feet were empty, and the whole person fell into it with a scream.

The workers who were laying steel bars in the passage under Shi Road first heard a scream, and then heard a muffled snort, and hurriedly turned around to look, only to see a person pierced by the steel bars tied to the concrete block, with the sound of shouting, immediately someone gathered around the empty place to look down, one of the onlookers sneered, looked at it a few more times, and left the construction site like everyone else.

“…… The rebar pierces the chest and neck, and when the worker has not sawed the rebar, it is already ......"

Sun Yat-sen, who rushed to the hospital from the hotel, looked at the corpse hiding on the bed, and the white cloth covering the corpse had been stained red with blood. When he saw that Chen Qimei hadn't blinked yet, he closed his eyes for him before he muttered.

"Rest in peace, Ince! I am responsible for all responsibilities. ”

At this moment, Chen Qimei's eldest brother Chen Qicai came over, he walked to the bed, looked at the corpse on the bed with a sad face, from his younger brother to Nanjing, the two have only met once, and after one side, he has never seen his younger brother again, just because the two have different political views.

"The mourning of Ince is like losing my Great Wall!"

When Sun Yat-sen held Chen Qicai's hand, his expression could not hide the sadness in his heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Sun!"

Chen Qicai, who was wearing the staff uniform of the Guangfu Army, just politely thanked him, and at the same time deliberately kept his distance from Sun Yat-sen, soldiers need to stay away from politics, especially these political figures, not to mention that the person in front of him still holds political views against the government.

"This must be a conspiracy, Mister! Ince ......"

Before the person who had just walked into the room finished speaking, Chen Qicai frowned.

"Conspiracy? That road was chosen by Qimei himself, and he ignored the warning signs on the road, so he suffered from this disaster! ”

After saying that, Chen Qicai looked at Sun Yat-sen and the others in front of him, and then said politely.

"Mr. Sun, please forgive me for being rude, he still needs to handle his beautiful funeral, if Mr. Sun doesn't mind, please go back!"

His words really surprised everyone in the room, and in their opinion, Chen Qicai was too unkind. But Chen Qicai is a matter of course. In his view, whether he died of a so-called conspiracy or an accident, in the final analysis, the real reason was that he "turned a blind eye to the police", whether it was crossing the construction site or joining the revolutionary party, he used to oppose the clean-up, and now he wants to oppose the government. Dying in an accident now may be the best outcome, rather than dying on the execution ground in the future.

"Mis, if you need any help!"

Sun Yat-sen nodded, left a 1,000 yuan industrial voucher, and left the ward, his expression looked a little ugly when he left the ward, is this a conspiracy or an accident?

"Like an accident?"

Without raising his head, Zhang Jing asked coldly.

"Director, I should say how the accident happened!"

Standing at the Commissioner's desk, Link said in a slightly intentional tone that he did have a reason to be proud, and it only took him 17 hours to arrange everything in a short period of time to plan such a simple and clean "accident".

"The police station's interrogation records show that in the past ten days, he has been going back and forth to the construction site at least twice a day, instead of taking a detour as a warning, which is corroborated by the people and workers in the vicinity, after all, such a well-mannered scholar is very conspicuous when he walks through the construction site."

Lin Kefu explained there, and then he took out a few more photos and showed them in front of the director.

"The sack sheets were laid by the workers themselves to protect them from the midday sun, and some support boards were laid on them, perhaps he accidentally stepped on the air and fell, and the newly tied steel bars on the bottom of the pool were ...... So, the police department thought it was just an accident, and his family recognized it, well! Including those of his comrades! I also accepted this survey report! ”

Looking at those photos, Zhang Jing nodded.

"Well, it was an accident! It's a pity that you're still so young! ”

When he said this, Zhang Jing's face was completely devoid of the previous coldness, but there was more pity.

"The newspapers don't say anything!"

"Director, the People's Daily is preparing to publish an obituary tomorrow, and it also agrees with the accidental death!"

"It's a pity!"

Shaking his head and sighing lightly, Zhang Jing's face was full of pity, which made him seem to forget that this "accident" was ordered by him yesterday, and this person was a little too bold, and he actually intended to assassinate the government, although it was just a suggestion. But such people, do not kill! What is the reason of heaven!

But if you want to kill, you have to work hard, and the detective department must not be like those assassins in novels, holding knives and guns in a big way, killing people and poisoning them openly, which is not appropriate. The best thing to do is to create an accident. Accidents are always unavoidable.

"What is the world about! I can't say enough! ”

Link replied to the Commissioner's words.

"No one knows what will happen to tomorrow, just like him, when he stepped on that piece of wet linen, he never thought that his feet would be empty!"

"Yes! No one knows when the accident happened! But accidents keep happening! ”

Zhang Jing's voice was not loud, but it seemed to be reminding him of something, Lin Kefu listened to this and quickly put away the smugness on his face, it is not yet time to be proud, not to mention that this is his profession, and he will continue to improve it in the future.

"Keep an eye on the Pop Daily! Don't let them play the tanuki for the prince. ”

At least not until they publicly admit it was an accident. As he spoke, Zhang Jing put away all the documents on the table, and finally he raised his eyes to stare at Lin Kefu.

"Alright, you go get busy!"

After Lin Kefu left, Zhang Jing nodded the document on the table and threw it into the wire basket, watching the document burn out, he sighed, something must be done, he understands what his identity is, he is just a dog in power, and when this dog is looking after the house, if someone wants to provoke him, before the master speaks, he needs to pounce on them and tear them to pieces.

"The boss should be happy to know about it!"

Thinking that there was some pride on his face, but after being proud, he became a little uneasy in his heart, will this kind of self-determination backfire?

"As long as your hands and feet are clean!"

"Was it really an accident?"

Chen Moran, who put down the newspaper, stared at Zhang Jing, this incident was too coincidental, the day before yesterday, Zhang Jing reported that Chen Qimei wanted to assassinate himself, and he had an accident yesterday.

"Yes, the obituary in the newspaper also agrees with the conclusion of the police department!"

The rhetorical question of the ruling made Zhang Jing, who originally intended to invite merit, quickly change his words when the words came to his lips.

Zhang Jing's previous desire to speak stopped, which made Chen Moran aware of the trickiness, although he was very disgusted with this kind of political assassination in his heart, but perhaps because he first attacked his wife's identity and intended to assassinate himself, Chen Moran acquiesced to this fact, but while acquiescing to this accident, staring at Zhang Jing, Chen Moran continued.

"Last year's 'Su Bao' case was almost a clarion call for the people to fill the ranks, and after Zou Rong was released, he was the only revolutionary I received. He even told him that "history is written by hot-blooded young people like him"! ”

Speaking of Chen Moran, it seemed that after being released in Shanghai, he came to Nanjing to accuse himself of the young man, and when he said that history was written by enthusiastic young people, Chen Moran was muttering another sentence in his heart, "History is written by the future."

Personally, I very much agree with the French philosopher Voltaire who said, "I don't agree with you, but I will defend your right to speak to the death", which is not only a kind of mind that those in power must have, but also a kind of self-confidence. ”

Standing in front of the boss, listening to the boss's words, Zhang Jing's heart beat a drum, he could clearly feel the torture in the boss's eyes when he said this, maybe he did something the boss wanted, but does the boss really like this kind of thing?

"Like the Manchu people's mode of thinking that the Tao is different and the enemy is essentially a manifestation of narrow-mindedness and weakness, in fact, this kind of thinking comes from the inner lack of self-confidence, if you are confident enough, how can you care about what others say, pointing fingers?"

Lighting a cigarette, Chen Moran closed his eyes, when these words came out, he suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart, recently, he has been very entangled in how to deal with those revolutionaries, their strength is not enough to shake the whole building, they can not contact the army, let alone form a "revolutionary army" to oppose him, Sun Yat-sen is not another person.

Moreover, they also do not have enough capital to enter the local councils, let alone the governing axe councils, and the mere five years of continuous taxation, fixed occupation, and residence have already trapped the possibility of the weak revolutionaries running for election.

Five years! This five years is very crucial! History is written by the future! Chen Moran knows what kind of history he wants to write, not only to realize the blueprint that has been dressed up by people in a hundred years of history, but also to write another history.

"I once said that the future of China, whether it is an empire or a republic! At the very least, there is one thing we need to work on, and that is to build a nation where a man is a human being, not a slave! ”

Walking to the window and taking a deep puff of cigarette, Chen Moran fell silent again, he was intoxicated by the feeling of power that made him excited, and he was also alert to the bloody fact behind that extreme power, he was not willing to be a nobody and become a stepping stone to history, and he also knew that little people and stepping stones could one day break out.

When he is in business, he can't treat the workers well, and then the workers will one day strike, they will revolt, they will revolutionize. In the same way, when he can't treat the people well, the angry people may one day pull themselves into the streets and execute themselves like wild dogs, and everything needs a degree.

"When Sun Wenlai came to power, he talked to me about freedom and republic, and I didn't want to talk to him, but I respected his choice, and I also defended my own views, facts speak louder than words, when he spoke freely about the revolution, we have recovered this nation, this is our greatest capital, if we are afraid of such an organization that only has a few hundred, and even now it is not a legal institution, then what about the future?"

Chen Moran, who turned around, stared at Zhang Jing and just asked a rhetorical question.

"In the future, the enemies we need to face will stand in front of us one by one, internally, externally, and even imaginably, these enemies will only be stronger than Sun Wen? What should we do then? Kill them one by one? ”

Silence, just silence, Zhang Jing does not fully accept this view of the ruling party.

"We can kill a few politicians, but we can't kill everyone, enslavement! The Manchu Qing Dynasty has enslaved this nation for more than 200 years, and the only thing we need to do is not to kill people because of those miscellaneous voices, and to prove the political opponents right with our own fears. ”

Chen Moran shook his head.

"I don't think so! And this opposition is necessary to eliminate the idea of servitude, at least one thing they are right, and we are also in agreement with "creating an era of human beings". ”

"In power, there is a sentence that I don't know when to say it or not!"

Listening to the boss's words, Zhang Jing, who had been silent, suddenly looked up at the boss, this was the first time he had looked at the boss like this.

"Say!"

A few seconds later, after Zhang Jing finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence, and after pondering for a long time, Chen Moran lit a cigarette, which revealed the fear in Chen Moran's heart, if he was in a good mood, maybe he would light a cigar.

Will it really be like what Zhang Jing said? No! No, it won't!

(To the Father of the Nation, Speechless has great respect for him, and it has always been so, changing from the future, he ranks first among the three most respected modern Chinese historical figures in Speechless's heart.)

As for being the emperor, on the one hand, it is to give the choice to the common people, that is, the common people in the book. On the other hand, it is for the maximization of future benefits, and the big ones will understand in the future, as for the exclusion of dissidents by despicable means, in the wordless view, the protagonist will always do it.

The protagonist rises too fast, his internal inherence is unstable, speculators, revenators, revolutionaries, can be described as a mixture of fish and dragons, in the face of mixed subordinates, if he can't categorically exclude dissidents by despicable means, then what will be the outcome? Of course, this exclusion must be controlled within a limited range, to be honest, this chapter is very tangled, to a certain extent, Speechless does not like this method, after all, what Speechless desires is a good political order.

But in the end, I chose to borrow a knife to kill someone! Perhaps only in this way can the protagonist face the facts he does not want to face. Finally, Chen Qimei said: "Only a revolutionary party will assassinate"! ）

(To be continued)