Chen Qimei's carriage arrived at the door of Suqingzhai in Nanli. Li Pingshu (Li Anzeng, whose courtesy name is Pingshu, and whose courtesy name is Xingshen) was eagerly waiting for him. Li Pingshu was a serious Jinshi and had the title of alternate. Now the official has been in charge of the Manufacturing Bureau. He is also a gentleman. He also has the general director of the Shanghai Business Group, the general director of the Shanghai Autonomous Bureau. He is also the general director of the Restoration Association in Shanghai. In fact, he looked down on Chen Qimei, the leading figure of the Tongmenghui in Shanghai.

He smoked big cigarettes and prostitution women, and was said to be covered with big sores of bayberry. He didn't look like a comrade who was doing revolution. But now that the Restoration Association decided to start a business with the Tongmenghui, he had to pinch his nose and accept it.

Chen Qimei walked out of the car. He was only in his thirties, medium figure, and a fat face. He watched Li Pingshu hurriedly walk towards him: "Yingshi, why are you here late? Xiehe and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen Qimei was embarrassed to say that he had been delaying the smoking of smoke in Simalutang, but just smiled and said, "Pingshu is not that big enough. I just talked to the patrol captain of Nanshi for a while."

Watching Chen Qimei get off the carriage, a strong man, with his arms open and a six-sounding revolver on his waist, jumped down. Li Pingshu frowned and said, "Yingshi, who is this?"

Chen Qimei smiled and gestured, "This is a hero invited by my brother in the world. He is named Liu Fubiao. With him by my side, thirty or twenty people can't get close to me. He is also very enthusiastic about the great cause of restoration this time."

Li Pingshu's liberation meeting has been in contact with the association for many years. What kind of people in the martial arts world have never seen? Liu Fubiao's face is full of flesh and a big belly. He looked like a third-rate person who ran around the martial arts world. Chen Qimei even regarded him as a treasure. He snorted in his heart, reluctantly greeted him, and then took Chen Qimei's hand and walked into the inside.

Several Su Qingzhai teapots came up to help Chen Qimei untied her clothes, and handed him a hookah. Chen Qimei smiled and asked, "Where is that little girl Su Qing?" Li Shuping stomped his feet and said, "Yingshi, hurry up! He still shook like this. Su Qing, I asked her to go upstairs to help us watch. Everyone felt like oil in their hearts, your great man is still so slow!"

Chen Qimei walked all the way and laughed: "Brother Shuping, you are just too impatient. Now the patrol team in Nancheng City, the Shanghai Army camp of the Manufacturing Bureau, and the Wusong defense camp are all in motion. As long as you wait until the 3rd big start, it will be natural. Why are you anxious?"

As soon as he walked to the inner hall, his eyes were on the two girls dressed in a student in front of the table and could not move away. Both girls were Jiangnan’s daughters, with fair skin, soft faces, and big watery eyes. Wearing moon-white female student uniforms, she looked even more graceful.

Chen Qimei swallowed in her heart: "Are these two little girls so handsome? Are they Pingshu's golden house cuckoo, or are Su Qingzhai's new Qing Gong?" She forgot to sit next to the two girls. This is also a general of the Restoration Association, from Hunan, with the name Wuzhong. She participated in the Pingliufeng Uprising back then and was a person who fought with the Qing army to a real face. This time in Shanghai, the Restoration Association was dominated by Li Shuping and Li Xiehe as the deputy.

He and Chen Qimei were old friends in Japan and knew his faults. Seeing that his eyes were only around the two girls, he smiled and said hello to him: "Yingshi, why did you come so late? I will introduce you to two female heroes. They are the two proud disciples of Jianhu Female Heroes (Jianhu Female Heroes, Qiu Jin's name), and Yin Ruizhi and Yin Weijun. This time, he came from Zhejiang to participate in the Shangyi Team attacking the Manufacturing Bureau."

As soon as he heard the name of Jianhu female hero, Chen Qimei immediately restrained herself a lot. He saluted the two girls and sat down honestly. Li Pingshu said to him: "I call you here today to discuss two things with you. First, I and several foreign directors of the Industrial Department Bureau revealed some of their words today. They supported some changes in the situation in China. They just said that Shanghai's foreign countries must prevent the situation from eroding. Like Guangzhou, it is definitely not OK to throw bombs all over the city. We still have to do so.

We need to come up with a more secure way. Second, we need to maintain things. Maintenance requires funds. The business group can raise 900,000 yuan. I know the foundation of Shanghai Guandao and the Manufacturing Bureau, but it is less than 2 million yuan. We will work harder and raise another 2 million yuan. However, once Shanghai is restored, the situation in the southeast will all rely on our support, and this amount of money is far from enough. We must plan for everything in the long run, and we must also discuss the money."

Hearing Li Pingshu's words, the scene suddenly became quiet. Chen Qimei smoked the hookah and vomited smoke. Li Pingshu and Li Xiehe looked at him and refused to speak. Chen Qimei used a cigarette stick to pick the e-liquid and finally said slowly: "We should ignore the opinions of foreigners. Brothers have seen a lot in Japan. We Chinese have soft bones, but foreigners are tough on us. Japanese are hard on foreigners, and foreigners are much softer in Japan...... We should do whatever we should do. Restoration is a big deal, and those red guys don't care about him."

He pondered: "But Brother Pingshu's money is indeed a big problem. Once it is liberated, the money will be used as flowing. Brothers have two problems. One is the Qing Bank in the concession. The old boy Song Hanzhang doesn't take us seriously, but the Qing Bank is about to prepare for the autumn release to the north. I'm afraid that the money for the autumn release will not be five or six million, so I can handle it for a while if I take it over."

Li Pingshu shook his hand repeatedly: "You can't move! The Qing bank is in the concession. Do you want to drive the army in? I'm afraid that our Shanghai military government will collapse before it is opened! Yingshi would like to tell you the second way."

Yin Ruizhi and Yin Weijun's sisters looked at Li Pingshu and felt a little disdainful. This man had been a gentry for a long time, but when he saw foreigners, his bones seemed to be soft. However, Chen Qimei was a little bachelor.

Now even Chen Qimei pondered for a long time, took a dozen puffs of cigarettes before saying in a dilemma: "There are also the Huihu Office and the Guangzhao Office, which are both Huzhou, Huizhou and Guangdong merchants traveling to Shanghai. They are very rich. With the sake of their brothers, borrowing two million is not a big deal... But there is only one brother, I, and then the brothers have no name. If they run to borrow money, they will definitely ask the brothers why they should repay their money in the future? This is a way, and it is just this dilemma."

After he said that, he lowered his head and fiddled with the hookah. Li Pingshu and Li Xiehe looked at each other and knew it in his heart. Li Xiehe smiled and said, "Yingshi, what else can we brothers say? Although everyone recommends me as the governor of Shanghai, it is also a way to put it on the shelves. Yingshi wants to come and take this pick, which is better. Brothers will abdicate immediately to give way to the wise."

The atmosphere in the field became really cold now. Chen Qimei lifted up her robe and turned around and left: "Who do you think of me, Chen Yingshi, as!" Li Xiehe wanted to pull him, but Li Pingshu held him down. He watched Chen Qimei walk out in a angrily way.

Li Pingshu looked at the Yin sisters and smiled bitterly, "This is the situation here. Shanghai is an important stronghold for our Restoration Association. We must not let this! You two sisters go down and have a rest. Xiehehui will tell you the details."

When the Yin sisters saw the farce just now, they looked at each other and replied with a stern face: "We have never dared or forgotten the will of our teachers. We will do whatever we try. As for the others, we don't want to know, but we are grateful for Mr. Pingshu's kindness."

Shanghai Shiliupu Wharf. This wharf and the attached houses were invested and built by the Gaochang Temple Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau. It has always been a place where coal and grain were transported to the Manufacturing Bureau. Many of the arms bullets produced by the Manufacturing Bureau were also transported from this wharf.

At dusk on October 26, 1911, the Huangpu River was filled with black waves. The boat people in northern Jiangsu along the dock were making fires and cooking, and the curling smoke lingered at the dock. The children jumped from this boat to this boat, causing waves of scolding from their parents. The lights in the French Concession in the distance shone here, and the nightlife of the Far East Demon Capital was far from the beginning.

A dozen black-topped boats with very deep drafts were taken off the tent and slowly leaning towards the dock. A member of the manufacturing bureau in the dock management room frowned and asked the people around him: "These ships are so deep drafts, what are they transported? The bureau has been half-stopped recently. Why are these ships still coming?"

The people around me were not sure: "Maybe I ordered 300 tons of Kejizi coal last time, but because the quantity was small, I forgot to cancel the order. Or I just transported the grain and wanted to use our house here."

The boat slowly leaned against the dock, and dozens of short-dressed men jumped up, all with braids, with strong muscles on their bodies. They were busy tying cables there. The committee member walked over and saw a neatly dressed middle-aged man jumping off the boat. Each knot of braids was wrapped in floral cloth, and his beard was tangled together. The committee member's eyes lit up and hurriedly went up to invite an An: "It turns out to be Mr. Chen San! Why, is your boat gang going to get food from our small dock?"

The third master Chen smiled at him: "Yes, I'll take the precious land to rest the boat. Recently, it's not peaceful in Zhenjiang. The old man asked me to take the boat to Shanghai to avoid it, and there was no need to arrange for small workers to get food. We'll leave after a few days."

He handed a letter from under his sleeve to the committee member: "I'll give this little to Member Su, and Member Wang and others to assign it. We're embarrassed to come here to disturb us. We might have to do something here, so you can pretend that nothing you see."

The young committee member secretly weighed it, and the Fengliu was afraid that there would be no foreign money of 100 yuan. Usually, Mr. Chen was sent to them only if he met him for ten or eight yuan, but this time he took action so generously. He couldn't help but feel suspicious. However, Mr. Chen is a famous figure in the Hong Gang, and his subordinates are all outlaws. Last year, he held up an axe to fight with the Huzhou Gang in Nanshi, and Mr. Chen cut down nine of them down alone!

He touched the foreign money again. Fucking the money, it was the most affordable year. He didn't have to be so serious about how many salary he gave himself to every month.

He suddenly laughed so hard that he was invisible: "With the friendship between Mr. Chen and our Liu Hui, what else can I say? Every time I give me a reward, I will drive those idle people away, so don't worry."

Mr. Chen had nothing to say to him, nodded and returned to his boat. He looked around and got out of the cabin.

The cabin was full of soldiers sitting there neatly, all of whom were a little nervous. Mr. Chen turned on the gas lamps in the boat. Yuchen and He Sui and Wu Cai and Chen Heshan surrounded him.

Mr. Chen San said: "The dock is ready, but our goal is too big and it will not take a few days."

Chen Heshan laughed and said, "Uncle San, I knew that your old man would definitely be right here."

Mr. Chen San glanced at him: "You little bastard, be careful in everything. You are so funny and do such a head-lost thing. Be careful when you go home and your father hits you with a stick."

Yuchen held Mr. Chen’s hand gratefully: “Third Master, you all rely on your help this time. After the matter is completed, I will definitely give you a lot of rewards.”

Mr. Chen San said with a sigh: "Commander Yu, since the 25th year of Guangxu, our Hong Gang has been killed by the Manchus due to uprisings. The dead leader of Ma Zonghan of the Pingyang Society and Xie Feilin of Xie from the Longhua Society are all good friends of our Chen brothers. This head has long been tied to your Democratic Party."

He looked at Chen Heshan and said to Yuchen with a pleading tone: "This time, your Democratic Party has Chen Yingshi from the Huzhou Gang. We have old grudges with him, so we really cannot participate. Please forgive me for this... And Chen Shanhe, the boy, is the only one of us brothers. We cannot stop him from doing such a big cause. But if you ask Commander Yu to take care of him, we will be grateful."

Yuchen was in a little emotional state. Since receiving contacts from various Democratic Party, these men in the world have started an attack without any revenge. Although they were killed and injured, they have successfully caused the Qing Dynasty to be full of holes. After the uprising, their names were buried in history. In order to transport them to Shanghai, the Chen family probably spent 5,000 or 6,000 yuan. They also sent the only descendant who passed on the family line to the front line. All this made him really not know what to say.

For the first time, he felt that the sense of responsibility of history was pressing on his shoulders.

The gas street lights along the street were lit one by one. Yuchen took He Sui, Wu Cai, Chen Heshan in a long gown, sitting in a rickshaw pulled by his soldiers, and was walking around in several important places. Seeing that the car had turned back to Gaochang Temple. Yuchen called out a few people and walked slowly towards the gate of the Manufacturing Bureau.

He said to He Sui: "I just saw that there were 200 people in several important places in Nancheng City. The main ones are the patrol bureau and the Shanghai Guandaoya, and the terrain is very convenient for us to attack."

He Sui nodded: "Although our troops are a little weak, we still have the support force in Shanghai. It is still very sure to do this."

Comrades’ support? This time I came to grab the comrade’s credit. Yuchen responded vaguely and focused on the manufacturing bureau in front of him. This group of buildings occupied a large area, with a cement wall of more than two people high. There were corner buildings on all sides, and Maxim heavy machine guns were mounted on the building, reflecting a dim light under the lights. At the gate were several soldiers from the Shanghai military camp, leaning against the Wuzi fast gun made in Hanyang, Hubei produced by the manufacturing bureau, yawning lazily.

Several people shook their heads at the same time, and attacked the fortress-style manufacturing bureau with 200 soldiers with only rifles and a little bullet. Chen Heshan said: "The terrain in this bureau is very large, and there are several gray buildings passing through a long alley and there are still people guarding the Shanghai military camp, and there may be five or six machine guns... Uncle San has been here before, and he is very clear."

Yuchen looked around and there were more than a dozen shops on the street opposite the Manufacturing Bureau. He had closed the doors. He passed the revolutionary army's attack on the Manufacturing Bureau carefully in his heart. He nodded and said, "Go back."

Suddenly, a young voice across the street said in surprise: "Brother Zhuoran, Brother Niansun! Why are you here?" Several people put their hands on their waists and looked nervously in the direction of the sound. Three young men in uniforms without symbols were looking at them in surprise and walked over quickly. He Sui and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Without waiting for the young men to speak, they carried them around to a small restaurant in the distance. Yuchen was full of doubts and followed.

Several people found a quiet corner in the restaurant and waved to come for some wine and food. Seeing that He Sui and the others were nervous, the young people were so obedient that they didn't ask questions on the road. Then they asked, "Brother Zhuoran, why are you here too? You are no longer in the army?"

He Sui looked at them and reached out to introduce: "This is the boss of our business name Yu. These three Zhang Xiongfu, Lu Fengqiao and Wang Lian were all comrades in the new army. Later, they were admitted to Nanjing Fourth Army Middle School to join the army. It was only more than three months ago. Zhang Renjun and Tieliang were afraid that their students would be unstable, so they sent them back to their hometown early."

He Sui introduced that the young man with a strange face was Boss Yu, and the three young people all showed a knowing look. They nodded to Yuchen and saluted. Wu Cai also whispered in Yuchen's ear: "I heard that there are more than 200 people who came to Shanghai, all of whom are their own comrades."

He Sui asked them: "Why are you still in Shanghai?"

Zhang Xiongfu is a young man with a southern accent, with a very carefree look. He was the one who greeted He Sui and the others on the street: "Old Xiong, but they organized a Shu army and went back to Sichuan to do big business. The classmates from Hubei and Hunan also left long ago. They left us sixty or seventy lonely ghosts here, waiting for a big business in Nanjing. The local area of ​​the country is also easy to do business, but I heard that the business was lost the day before yesterday, and some of them wanted to take a ship from Taigu to Hubei, and some wanted to wait a little longer. Seeing that the noise was so annoying, the three of us came out for a walk, but they didn't expect to meet Zhuo Ran... Boss Yu, what business is there? Can you take care of our dozens of brothers?"

Lu Fengqiao was a short and strong man with no expression. He also said with a stern face: "Shanghai Chen Yingshi also came to greet us and sent us 500 yuan in foreign money. But he was so bragging that he was so arrogant that he watched him mess with a group of white party and blew up the smoke. He spoke in a sensible way. We were all regular soldiers and were not very patient with him. However, Brother Zhuoran and Brother Nian Sun were both top figures in our Jiangnan New Army. We can trust the boss they followed."

Wang Lian was the highest hero among them. He smiled before he could speak: "But that five hundred yuan really allowed the brothers to live a few days of big fish and meat."

As he said that, he laughed and laughed into a ball with He Sui and the others.

After laughing for a while, He Sui nodded at Yuchen before saying to them seriously: "Our boss Yu was sent back by Boss Sun and Brother Boxian! We are going to do a big deal in Shanghai! We are all in touch. We still have 400 9th Town friends, and with the cooperation of Shanghai's friends, this time it is a must! If the transaction is successful, the situation in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River and the southeast will be completely changed!"

After these words, the three young men were eager to try, and their faces were almost shining.

Yuchen also wanted to win over these officers, and smiled at them first, "If you want to join the stock and do business, then I am unlimited welcome! But this matter must be kept confidential. When you return to the inn later, you can secretly contact some of the most trustworthy classmates. Wait for the meeting place we notified, you can go quickly. Remember to keep it confidential!"

The three young men left the name of the inn where they stayed and almost jumped out happily.

Yuchen was even happier than them. Fifty or sixty subordinate officers who had been properly trained, what a precious treasure if the troops were expanded!

In just a few days since he arrived in this era, he had already thought about the problem with a completely higher-level mentality. This may be attributed to his original era, and he was also known for his strong adaptability. The appearance of his ex-girlfriend who had just slipped by by chance would still make him feel palpitations.

Yuchen also commented on the period from 1911 to 1945, and believed that it was the last heroic era in Chinese history. Countless young people burned out their entire lives in their short lives. They never looked back on an ideal, until they sacrificed. They were light and lightning, which was short but extremely gorgeous. When he returned to this era, he felt that these young people would flourish in their bodies at any time in the coming days of this great era, and overturned the enthusiasm of the entire old era. They were simple, innocent, and at that time they were thorough idealists.
Chapter completed!