The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

In the lounge of the racecourse, Hervé Jacques Cesaire, Consul General of Tianjin, France, was reading a newspaper, and he smiled while reading: "Marie, the Chinese you often mention does have a very deep understanding of European history. Insights. For this article on the rise and fall of Portugal, he is qualified to be a lecturer at the University of Paris.”

   "Just a lecturer? Why not a professor." Marion looked at her husband suspiciously.

   "In Europe, there is a wealth of historical research materials on Portugal, and many of his views are not unusual, just erudite." Herway explained.

  Marion smiled and said, "That's because you haven't heard his original opinion on the Soviet Union."

   "I'm looking forward to it." Herway also smiled.

   He just read the "Beijing-Tianjin Times", which was founded in 1894 and changed from a weekly newspaper to a daily newspaper in 1902, with both English and Chinese editions. The original intention of the newspaper was to be the mouthpiece of the Tianjin British Concession Bureau of Industry, and to speak exclusively for the British.

   Of course, for its own interests, the UK sometimes helps the Chinese speak through the Beijing-Tianjin Times. For example, it strongly opposes the "21" proposed by Japan and the resolution of the "Paris Peace Conference" to transfer Shandong to Japan. The newspaper also strongly opposes the opium trade, the Anglo-Japanese alliance, arms smuggling, warlord separatism, and upholds human rights and dignity.

   In general, this is a foreign newspaper with a crooked **** but still retains some bottom lines. It has a great influence on the foreigners in China and the upper class in China.

As for the other "Linxi Newspaper" that published "Rise of Great Powers", it is a weekly newspaper based in Shanghai. It has not been published yet, and its **** is more crooked than the "Beijing-Tianjin Times", often interfering in Chinese affairs. accuse.

  Roger Powell Spencer, British Consul General in Tianjin, got up with a smile and said, "The Chinese and their emperor are here."

  Puyi and Wanrong are always in love in front of outsiders, always holding arms and smiling.

   When everyone met, Puyi was also very gentlemanly. He kissed the two consul wives respectively, and then shook hands with the other three men in greeting. Wanrong's etiquette is much more traditional. She put her hands on her waist and bowed her legs slightly in a blessing ceremony.

  Marion warmly introduced Zhou Hexuan: "Mr. Zhou, this is my husband Hervé, this is Roger, the British consul general in Tianjin, and this is Li Fusen, commander of the French garrison in Tianjin."

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

   After shaking hands, everyone went to the stable not far away. Marion asked with concern, "Mr. Zhou, can you ride a horse?"

   "I know a little bit, but I'm not proficient," Zhou Hexuan replied with a smile, and added, "You should call my English name Charles."

   "That's good," Marion laughed too, "Charles, you can pick a docile mare."

   Zhou Hexuan nodded and said, "Thank you for the suggestion."

  With the help of the horse breeder, Zhou Hexuan quickly selected a pure black mare, black and shiny like silk, a Hellstein horse brought from Europe. This horse is a warm-blooded breed with good speed, stamina and agility, and a relatively docile temperament, suitable for polo, three-day races and dressage.

   As for British thoroughbred horses, although they are very good in sprint racing, they are not suitable for playing polo. It is easy to lose control and cause accidents.

   Zhou Hexuan used to travel around the world, but it was not as simple as flying to a certain scenic spot by plane or boat. He will live there for a while, trying to get in touch with the locals, and he learned to ride horses in Mongolia and Kazakhstan.

   Neatly turned over and sat on the back of the horse, Zhou Hexuan found that his physical fitness was much stronger after crossing. He looked towards the emperor and saw that Puyi was holding Wanrong's waist to support her on the horse. It was no wonder that foreigners in the Tianjin Concession said that Puyi had grace and connotation.

Ha ha!

   Zhou Hexuan lightly clamped the horse's belly, the horse trotted very obediently towards the polo field, and the servants followed him with ball bags.

   Polo matches are played against two teams of 4 players each.

   In addition to Zhou Hexuan, Puyi and Wanrong, Li Fusen, the most powerful garrison commander, was also assigned to their group, with Zhou Hexuan and Li Fusen as the forwards. On the opposite side are the British consuls and their French consuls, the two consuls are the forwards and the two ladies are the backs.

After    kick-off, soldier Li Fusen first touched the ball and swiped the polo in the direction of Zhou Hexuan with a stick. Although Zhou Hexuan had never played this sport before, but after understanding the rules, it felt very simple, provided that you must be able to ride a horse.

   Just as Zhou Hexuan was about to hit the ball, British Consul Roger suddenly rushed out at a 40-degree angle and sent the ball flying with a stick. French Consul Hervé easily caught the ball and galloped towards the opponent's goal.

   The two consul generals are also the chairman of the board of directors of the British and French concessions in Tianjin, and they are the top chief executives of their respective concessions, but their daily affairs are really not much. I've been busy all day, and I can only do these entertainment activities to pass the time, one by one can play.

   "Defense, defend!" Li Fusen turned his horse's head and shouted.

  Puyi and Wanrong, the two defenders, were obviously incompetent. When they saw the opponent coming, they only intercepted them symbolically, and then they were easily scored by the French consul.

   In just seven minutes, the opponent scored five points in a row. General Li Fusen said that he could not bring three rookies and was too lazy to fight. Zhou Hexuan, however, became more and more entertained. His riding skills were no worse than those of the two consuls. After getting familiar with it, he unexpectedly scored a goal in the second quarter.

   "Yeah!" Wanrong waved her stick excitedly, and rushed to fight for it.

   Although the technology is bad, the attitude is good.

  Puyi has always been slow, still maintaining his aristocratic demeanor, and is completely unable to integrate into collective activities.

   After the whole game, the consul couple won by a big advantage of 42:9. Those who didn’t know it probably thought they were playing a basketball game.

   During the break, Li Fusen drank water and encouraged: "Charles, you are very talented in polo. After playing a few more games, you will become familiar with it. Next time we can form a team."

   "Really? Call me next time you play." Zhou Hexuan's main purpose is to make friends with these foreign devils, especially the garrison commander who has soldiers in his hand.

   In order to do what he likes, Zhou Hexuan took the initiative to chat about Napoleon and tried his best to praise His Majesty the Emperor's illustrious military exploits. This was really very appetizing to the French general, and soon the two of them started chatting and laughing, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

   Puyi looked at it from a distance, and felt that Zhou Hexuan was very talented.

  After having lunch at the club, Puyi took advantage of Zhou Hexuan's opportunity to go to the toilet, and immediately followed and pestered him, hoping that Zhou Hexuan would be loyal and assist him.

   When the emperor is in this position, there is no one else.

  Puyi is very short of manpower now, and he wants to recruit those who are capable. To use the game "Three Kingdoms" as an analogy, Puyi is a bare monarch, while Zhou Hexuan is a military general with good attributes.

   Zhou Hexuan did not immediately agree to him, but instead asked with a smile, "Want to hear me tell the truth?"

   "Please speak." Puyi nodded.

   Zhou Hexuan said: "If you want to become emperor again, there are only three ways."

   "There are actually three?" Puyi was overjoyed.

   Zhou Hexuan said: "First, find a place to train troops and bring back the lost country."

   Puyi was immediately speechless. If he could train an army, would he still need to suffer from the current cowardice?

   Zhou Hexuan continued: "Second, take advantage of the contradictions between the various forces to gain the election of the warlords and become a puppet emperor with peace of mind."

  This is what Kang Youwei is doing, but Puyi has had enough of being a puppet, and he asks expectantly, "What else?"

Zhou Hexuan said: "Third, let go of the emperor's air and go into politics, or join a potential organization. For example, the Kuomintang, the Red Party, or even you can go south to take the Huangpu Military Academy and get up slowly. With what you used to be Identity, it must be easy to accept. Although the emperor is an emperor, his influence is still there. If you join any party, it will greatly increase the prestige of that power."

  Puyi's mind was a little dizzy: "But... they will guard against me, it's impossible to give me real power."

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "It's better than your current situation. If you don't want to join any force, you will always be alone. After joining a potential emerging force, you can always gain the approval of some people around you. Although the hope of the emperor is slim, it is not a problem to be a high-ranking official, and even if the qualifications are sufficient, maybe he can become the grand president."

   Zhou Hexuan is not talking nonsense. As long as Puyi puts down his figure and joins, both the Kuomintang and the Communist Party will raise their hands to welcome him. It's just that the former will use him, while the latter will transform him, and only God knows the final outcome.

  Puyi seemed to have lost his soul, thinking over and over about Zhou Hexuan's third proposal, sometimes feeling very reasonable, and sometimes feeling unreliable. Of course, his biggest concern was his unwillingness to let go of his status as an emperor.

   "It seems that I have to discuss with Master Kang." When Puyi was at a loss, he couldn't help thinking of Kang Youwei.

   At this moment, with the publication of the "Beijing-Tianjin Times", Zhou Hexuan and his "Rise of a Great Power" finally entered the attention of some Chinese and foreign upper-class people and cultural scholars.