“…… Japanese imperialism will not die! ”

“…… Down with Japanese imperialism! ”

“…… Regain the three northeastern provinces! ”

“…… Stop the civil war and unite with the outside world! ”

……

As time went by, the atmosphere at the speech became more and more enthusiastic, and more than a dozen young men and women in school uniforms took out a stack of paper with overprinted lead characters from their shoulder bags and distributed them everywhere in the crowd; And the robed student who led the speech stood erect on the bench, clenched his fists, waved his arms, and shouted patriotic slogans with all his might; Each slogan immediately elicits a greater cry among the surrounding crowd; The anger that could no longer be suppressed erupted through the crowd like a volcano.

“…… Is that what it is...... Is it the call of the times? ”

Feeling this oppressive and desolate strange atmosphere, Wang Qiu only felt that the blood in his whole body was gushing up, but his heart fell heavily.

On university campuses and on TV programs in later generations, Wang Qiu has seen countless wonderful or lame speeches, with a variety of content and methods, including many orators who are witty and good at mobilizing the atmosphere. But never before has there been such a strong resonance.

-- Such agitation, such enthusiasm, such sorrow......

You must know that although Wang Qiu is not from Shanghai, his hometown is not far from Shanghai, and his mother has been working in Shanghai for several years, and often asks Wang Qiu to come to Shanghai for reunions during holidays. So, for the largest city in China. Wang Qiu can barely be regarded as familiar.

In this way, unlike the strange feeling of traveling through time and space several times before, this time after coming to Shanghai. Wang Qiu has a sense of déjà vu in his surroundings. Many of the famous old Shanghai buildings were seen by him in another time and space not long ago. What sounded in his ears was also the Shanghainese dialect that he had long been familiar with, as if he had not traveled through time and space, but had just come to a museum that displayed the style of old Shanghai.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly felt that he seemed to be far away from this era. He's different from these people after all......

-- In the impetuous era in which Wang Qiu lived, passion was only for entertainment, and tears were only for grief. The blood squandered could not be exchanged for a trace of mercy, and the dedication was almost equal to ridicule. Many things that were originally pure have been mixed with impurities, making people feel like they are stuck in their throats.

Although there were also marches and protests in that era. But there are too many elements of farce and intrigue. On the contrary, it feels good, that kind of sincere passion.

However, in this chaotic era of the Republic of China, where blood and tears are blended, people's emotions seem to be much simpler, much simpler, and much purer.

As the atmosphere of the speech became more and more enthusiastic, more and more people began to gather here - young students, unemployed workers, war refugees, small traders, craftsmen...... All of them couldn't help but put down what they were doing and join the surging tide of the nation's salvation. Everyone chanted slogans and was in high spirits. One after another anti-Japanese slogans. It was shouted deafeningly, resounding in the sky above the Shanghai Public Concession.

Countless Chinese who have endured war, displacement and oppression. At this moment, there is no time to think about the gains and losses, just roaring and crying, and venting the long-suppressed anger and longing that have been suppressed for a long time.

At the same time, some students began to hand out banners and small flags to the crowd - a clear prelude to a mass demonstration.

-- This is a tyrannical era full of endless oppression and boundless suffering, and if you want to seek light from the darkness, then the rest of the people who do not want to be numb to the revolution can only do more than gather and march.

For a while, Wang Qiu couldn't help but be infected by this atmosphere, but at the same time, he felt that he was very incompatible with these patriots.

Just when Wang Qiu felt a little hesitant and confused, the former prime minister of Xiaotori You Zhenbai, who was beside him, sighed and said leisurely, "...... Alas, I miss it! When I was a freshman in college, I also participated in a demonstration against Chinese imperialism......"

Wang Qiu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then looked up at the banner that read "Down with Japanese imperialism," and for a time he felt like "30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi" -- alas, who would have thought that China would also be called imperialist one day? I used to be scolded as the "sick man of East Asia"!

At this time, he finally understood that he would feel strange about this atmosphere, and the key was the world's difference in psychological identity - Wang Qiu and they had the pride and confidence of a great country, while these Chinese in front of them still had the mentality of being slaughtered by others.

In the final analysis, in the era of Wang Qiu's survival, the Chinese nation had already survived the biggest crisis of national extinction and entered an era of vigorous rejuvenation. Although there are still traitors, traitors, cowards, and "banana people" who are eager to trample the motherland into the mud, no matter how hard they shout, the so-called "theory of China's collapse" has long been frustrated, so much so that jokes such as "sustainable collapse for 20 years will not waver" have been made.

On the contrary, in today's arrogant and arrogant Shijie powers, which are competing for hegemony, by the time of Wang Qiu, most of them have been reduced to yesterday's yellow flowers.

In this era, Japanese imperialism, which was feared by the Chinese like tigers, had become a little cute thing that had been stripped of its backbone and could only shout and make people happy all day long -- even the most hardcore anti-Japanese youth did not think that the Japanese would have another chance to occupy half of China's rivers and mountains -- and the European powers that dominated the earth and divided China at the moment were all waiting to be killed and waiting to enter the cemetery in Wang Qiu's era, in order to give welfare to the common people who went to the streets to make trouble. They have to borrow money from China in a dead face, and China still refuses to borrow.

On the earth of that era, the streets of Chinese cities would only see the struggle for the rights of citizens of a great country, and not the desperate struggle of the weak. The only opponent that China needs to be truly feared is the United States, the hegemon of the planet and the Shijie policeman.

Although the struggle for hegemony between China and the United States will continue for a long time. It's hard to say who the winner of Zuihou will be. But even if it ultimately failed, China at that time was at least confident and brilliant – for example, the Soviet Union, which was once one of the two poles of Shijie. Even if the Cold War collapsed, would the Russians still go back 500 years and fear the Mongols, Turks, Poles, Swedes, and Germans?

Therefore, although Wang Qiu did not disapprove of such patriotic slogans as "oppose Japanese imperialism", he really could not feel the same way -- in his first impression, the Self-Defense Forces were cute goods that could even turn a coup d'état into performance art. Still need to be opposed with great fanfare?

However, for the Chinese of this era, whether it is an Oriental or a Westerner. They are still invincible and powerful existences, and they can't win even if they fight a battle to defend their own land. And the concession under their feet is also a country within a country ruled by foreigners.

Later generations of Chinese have been feeling the prosperity and rejuvenation of the motherland since childhood. Let them become more confident and calm.

And the Chinese of this era. But since childhood, they have always felt the weakness and humiliation of the motherland, which has made them more sensitive and vulnerable.

“…… Toot Toot - "

“…… The patrol is coming!! ”

Suddenly, with the sound of a sharp whistle and a hoarse shout, the citizens who gathered on the street to listen to the speech seemed to have been poured a basin of ice water on their heads, and a riot broke out suddenly.

At the same time, patrolmen on horseback, guns or batons swore from afar. It was followed by a red car, which was somewhat similar to the money deposit car in a modern bank. But the sound of the horn is super ugly, almost like an owl calling, maybe it is prepared to catch someone.

Then, the patriotic citizens who gathered on the street and shouted slogans were suddenly like mice seeing cats, cockroaches seeing slippers, and hawkers seeing chengguan. Even the young students, who were handing out leaflets and small flags, dropped their prints and ran as fast as they could into the crowd. So much so that by the time these patrols arrived, they couldn't find the owner at all, so they could only catch a few unlucky citizens who were left behind, raise a baton and beat their heads to the point of bleeding, and then threw them into the car and pulled them away to make up the numbers.

As a result, a vigorous anti-Japanese salvation demonstration was stillborn before it could even be launched.

When the patrol of the concession came to arrest people, the young student who stood on the bench and gave a speech seemed to be a little out of control at first, and he roared loudly and refused to leave, and he couldn't drag the other two girls no matter how much they dragged him. But then, a middle-aged pastor dressed in black with a cross on his chest suddenly appeared, first slashed the student unconscious with a knife, and then carried him on his shoulders and left.

Looking closely, I saw that the middle-aged Chinese priest was about forty or fifty years old, with a mushroom-headed short hair that was rich in the characteristics of a medieval clergyman, and a few thin goatees, and a few thin goatees, which looked like a kind eyebrow, but his methods were very violent--I saw that while carrying the young student, he waved a long wooden hammer vigorously, and snatched a way out of the crowd, and then smashed a Chinese patrol in the way with a hammer. Only then did he easily take the road and escape.

Wang Qiu only slightly admired the combat effectiveness of this violent priest, but Yang Wenli beside him was almost terrified.

“…… Could this be the ...... 'red pastor' General Political Commissar Hu?! Professor Yang's eyes widened in disbelief and he stammered.

“…… General Political Commissar Hu? You mean that violent pastor? Wang Qiu asked confusedly, "...... Is he an underground party in Shanghai? ”

“…… Hey, how do you say that? If I am not mistaken, the name of this pastor should be Hu Dexing, and his real identity is the first general political commissar of the Chinese branch of the Comintern exorcism column! And the only one General Political Commissar! It must be said that he is an underground party of the Communist Party of China, and he is probably barely able to talk about it, although when he joined the party, there was no Communist Party of China in this world, not even the Soviet Union......

Professor Yang, who finally regained his composure, sighed for a long time while explaining to Wang Qiu the identity and origin of this Chief Political Commissar Hu.

“…… To put it simply, he is the ancestor of our organization in China. Long before the birth of the Communist Party of China. He had been sent to the French Concession in Shanghai by the Second International at that time, and served as the general political commissar of the Chinese branch for nearly 30 years, and Zuihou was killed by the Japanese during the War of Resistance against Japan...... And then for the next few years. The Chinese branch of the Comintern's exorcism column remained in a state of abandonment and overhang. After the founding of New China, the work of the Comintern exorcism column in China was divided into many departments of different systems, and there was no longer a single general political commissar to monopolize power -- therefore, this Comrade Hu Dexing was the first and only general political commissar in China's alien circles! ”

Speaking of which. Professor Yang couldn't help but sigh again, "...... I never dreamed that this old-timer would also appear alive in this plane...... Well. If that's the case, there are things you might want him to help with......"

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All in all, the gangster group fights, anti-Japanese speeches and demonstrations that died in the middle of the past were for Wang Qiu and others. It's just a series of episodes with the characteristics of the times. And by chance yujian's own department old-timers. I haven't thought about whether or not to deal with it yet. Therefore, after the patrols of the Public Concession arrested some people indiscriminately and withdrew, and the streets were restored, they began their journey again.

-- Influenced by the film and television works of later generations, if you want to visit Shanghai in this era, the Bund and Nanjing Road along the river are naturally a must.

So, after the "Miss Tour Guide" Jin Qina took out her wallet and bought a few soup dumplings for each of them, everyone nibbled on the soup dumplings. While going straight to the bustling Nanjing path, I went to enjoy the great Shanghai style there.

-- Nanjing Road, Shanghai. Originally originated from the Bund to Henan Road Garden Lane, and then gradually extended to the west to build Zhejiang Road, and then extended to Xizang Road, is the earliest commercial street established after the opening of Shanghai, in modern history has the reputation of "China's first commercial street".

At this time, the Nanjing Road of old Shanghai may have a greater reputation than later generations, and it can almost be said to be one of the most famous and prosperous commercial streets in the Oriental Shijie at that time, and can even be compared with New York's Fifth Street, Paris's Champs-Élysées, and London's Oxford Street -- from the Bund in the east, along Nanjing Road to the west, along the street there are the top four British-funded companies in Shanghai, namely the Welfare Company, Huiluo Company, Taixing Company and Huisi Company, and the overseas Chinese-funded Shanghai Latter Four Companies, namely Sincere Company, Yongan Company, Xinxin Company and Daxin Company, in addition to Xieda Xiang, Lao Jiefu, Heng Dali, Hengyuanxiang, Zhang Xiaoquan, Lao Fengxiang and many other well-known and long-established old shops...... All these things add up to constitute an unimaginable prosperous scene on Nanjing Road in this era, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a brocade of flowers and a blazing fire to cook oil.

In the film and television works of the Republic of China in later generations, these places always deduce the romance between various couples. But after really witnessing the most authentic appearance of the Republic of China here, Wang Qiu and the others did not feel much excitement, but felt an indescribable boredom and depression.

-- When the Indian patrol with a turban is wrapped in a turban, there is always a bad smell of curry coming to the nostrils, which makes people sick to their stomachs for a while; On the bodies of those young men in suits and cheongsam, the greasy smell of hairspray and pungent incense powder wafting in the wind always make people can't help but sneeze; What's even more unbearable is that the kind of pidgin English with pretentious gestures, mixed with Shanghainese, and the awkward names with the prefixes "Mies" and "Mister" but not Chinese, seriously pollute the ears and make people feel indescribably disgusting.

In addition, there are the pot-bellied rich man, the skinny smoker, the coolie with a vegetable-faced face, the smiling attendant, the half-bagged man, the white-faced man, the scantily clad prostitute, the arrogant patrolman, the stolen hawker, the profligate drunkard, the withered pedant, the pretentious white man, the indifferent beggar, the hoarse newsboy......

Although everyone was originally looking forward to this historical style of tracing time and space. However, when all the ugliness, humiliation and weakness of old China in this era were condensed between these few kilometers of bustling streets, and suddenly poured under their noses, the huge impact on the soul still made Wang Qiu and the other four future Chinese deeply shocked...... I feel that the street scene in front of me is not only very unreal, but also so real and heavy.

“…… Greater Shanghai, it seems, has both heaven and hell in any era, so you can't help but love it, and you can't help but hate it. ”

Standing on the side of the road, watching the crowd shuttling back and forth, Senior Sister Ma Tong couldn't help but sigh and summed it up.

“…… Shanghai is not a paradise at any time. Now it is just a poisonous fang sucked by foreign colonists from the motherland, relying on the wealth scavenged from the entire land of China, creating a deformed prosperity built on the blood and tears of tens of millions of people! ”

Looking at the bustling scene in front of him, Commissar Yang Wenli unceremoniously asserted, "...... A country within a country that relies on the hegemony of the imperialist powers to dominate the world, and fattens up by sucking the blood shed by the Chinese in cannibalism, such a shameful prosperity is not needed! ”

After that, they began the official mission of the trip - to investigate the market, inspect prices, and prepare in advance for future trade across time and space. (To be continued......)