The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

  After the class in the morning, the students did not go home from school, but went to the cafeteria next door to line up for meals.

  The cook is a peasant woman invited from the neighborhood, with a monthly salary of 1 yuan, and is specially responsible for cooking for teachers and students. Nutritious lunch has no milk, just ordinary home-cooked food and steamed bread with white flour. Even so, the students ate with relish, licking and licking the oil-stained tableware, and they didn't need to wash the dishes anymore.

   Just as the reporters were taking pictures, Zhou Hexuan suddenly asked, "Hey, where is Liu Shuai?"

   Feng Yong said: "The sixth son has left, and he has to go to the north to take charge of the army."

   Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "You are quite leisurely."

   "There's no way, the Air Force is too expensive, and the old commander is reluctant to use it," Feng Yong laughed at himself, "I'm a commander who eats rice all day now, and my bones are rusted."

   Zhou Hexuan said: "Let's go, let's go back too."

  Feng Yong looked at the children with full stomachs and happy smiles on their faces, and said with emotion: "I have lived for more than 20 years, and today I finally feel that I am doing something."

   "Haha, each other!" Zhou Hexuan laughed.

  The two took a rickshaw back to the concession. When they passed by the British concession, they suddenly saw a large number of students protesting. They held banners and slogans, waved flags and shouted slogans, marching mightily towards the British consulate.

   "Down with British imperialism!"

   "Severely punish the murderer, protest interference!"

   "China is the China of the Chinese!"

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  The British Concession military and police quickly arrived and blocked the students who were marching on the street. The scene became extremely tense for a while.

   Zhou Hexuan could do nothing about it, he and Feng Yong could only stand by and watch the excitement. The students are in a state of rage and anger, so don't even try to persuade them. As for the military and police in the concession, they will not listen to Zhou Hexuan's command.

  Not only in Tianjin, but now there are parades all over the country.

  The cause was the Northern Expedition of the National Revolutionary Army, which occupied the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River one after another regardless of the mediation and interference of foreign powers. These are the traditional spheres of influence of the United Kingdom, and the war has caused great losses. The British finally couldn't sit still and dispatched warships to stir up troubles in the Yangtze River Basin.

   At the beginning, British ships and merchant ships used their huge tonnage to sink Chinese wooden ships and drown Chinese people for fun. In the Wanxian section of the Yangtze River basin alone, more than 40 people were drowned within three months, and four Chinese civilian boats were rammed and sank.

   The intensification of the conflict occurred at the end of August.

  The British Merchant Ship Wanliu went to the Yunyang River to make trouble. Indiscriminately, the waves sank the three wooden boats that Yang Sen transported for the army. More than 50 soldiers and civilians on board were drowned, and more than 80,000 salaries and a small amount of guns sank to the bottom of the river.

   It is said that Yang Sen is the governor of Sichuan appointed by Wu Peifu, and the British are also helping Wu Peifu. This incident was purely flooded with the Dragon King Temple.

   But the British bully, if you hit the wrong one, you will hit the wrong one, I don't care who you are, anyway, the Chinese are cheap.

   Yang Sen was also a bully. In a rage, he sent troops to seize the British merchant ships Wantong and Wanxian, and demanded compensation from the British. The British responded by sending more warships and issuing a 24-hour ultimatum to fire directly as soon as the deadline expired.

   On September 5, the British warship brazenly shelled the urban area of ​​Wanxian County for nearly 3 hours, firing more than 300 shells and incendiary bombs. Thousands of Chinese soldiers and civilians were killed and injured, and more than a thousand houses and shops were destroyed.

After the    massacre, many newspapers across the country, including Ta Kung Pao, carried out detailed reports on it, and severely condemned the British people's criminal behavior. The passionate patriotic young people could not sit still, and spontaneously took to the streets to demonstrate.

  If protests and marches work, why do we need the military?

   Today, the British are still arrogant. Not only did they refuse to hand over the murderer and compensate for the loss, but they threatened Wu Peifu to resolve the matter peacefully. Wu Peifu had to put pressure on Yang Sen to apologize to the British and release the detained British merchant ship as soon as possible.

  The world is upside down, black and white are indistinguishable, the Republic of China has always been like this.

   "Don't look, let's go." Feng Yong sighed.

   Zhou Hexuan shook his head helplessly, the joy of successfully running the school was instantly washed away.

   Depressed and returned to the newspaper office, before Zhou Hexuan's **** was hot, Hu Zhengzhi and Zhang Jiluan came to him together.

  Zhang Jiluan said: "We have just received a warning that Peiping ordered Ta Kung Pao to downplay the Wanxian massacre, and the report should not be too violent. It seems that all newspapers in Zhili have received this telegram."

   "President, what do you say?" Hu Zhengzhi looked at Zhou Hexuan.

   Zhou Hexuan asked, "What's your opinion?"

   Zhang Jiluan said: "How to report is how to report. No party, no selfishness, no selling, no blindness, these eight words cannot be lost."

   Zhou Hexuan carefully considered the gains and losses, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Report!"

  Hu Zhengzhi and Zhang Jiluan looked at each other and smiled, the former said: "I will write this editorial, try to be subtle, but the facts must be made clear."

  If you want to run a newspaper in the Republic of China, you must have both backbone and tact. Hu Zhengzhi will not be stupid enough to deliberately anger warlords and foreigners, but he has to stick to the bottom line at critical times. This is the true policy of Ta Kung Pao.

   In the in-depth report that Zhou Hexuan mentioned last time, Hu Zheng has collected all the military expenditures of the warlords in recent years in various places. But at this time, the Northern Expedition was victorious one after another, and he chose to hold it down for the time being, because once such an article calling for peace was written, it would be equivalent to helping Wu Peifu in disguise.

   The real reporting time is when the North and South armies are at a standoff.

   After sending Hu and Zhang away, Zhou Hexuan sat in the office and sighed. He found that no matter what he did, it would not help the bad situation in China.

   "Dong Dong Dong!"

   There was a knock on the door.

   Zhou Hexuan said angrily, "Please come in!"

   A young man pushed in the door and said respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Zhou, I'm here to send an invitation."

   Zhou Hexuan opened the post, but it was Feng Wuyue, Zhang Xueliang's former adjutant and now the president of Beiyang Pictorial, who invited him to a dance party on the weekend.

   "Please inform President Feng, I will be there when the time comes."

   Zhou Hexuan felt very ironic. Now that the people all over the country are protesting against the foreign powers, the rich people's dances are still held. And he, Zhou Hexuan, is also one of the "I don't know the hatred of subjugation".

  …

   Chu House.

   Chu Yufeng squatted on the couch, smoking a big cigarette and asked, "It's been half a month, and I haven't found a chance yet?"

  Du Xiaoshan said with a bitter face, "That thief with the surname Zhou usually stays in the concession and can't come out. Today, I went to the eastern suburbs, but I was accompanied by Zhang Xueliang and Feng Yong. This is not easy to handle."

   Chu Yufeng said indifferently: "He doesn't rent out the real estate, then we will start in the concession."

   "No way!"

  Du Xiaoshan hurriedly discouraged: "Second Master, it is a taboo to use firearms in the concession. If you are not careful, foreigners will interfere."

   "You are just too timid," Chu Yufeng laughed. "Find a shooter, hide in the crowd and shoot, and run away after the gun is fired. Can the foreigners find out?"

   "This..." Du Xiaoshan hesitated. He really didn't want to take care of it. Anyway, Zhou Hexuan belonged to Zhang Xueliang, and he was also a well-known scholar. If something went wrong, it would be his turn, Du Xiaoshan, to take the blame.

   Chu Yufeng said with a grim expression: "You are a local snake in Tianjin. Go find me a deadly shooter. Give him 1,000 oceans, and make sure to bring Zhou Hexuan's head. This is a military order, and you must not disobey!"

   "Okay...Okay." Du Xiaoshan reluctantly agreed, already scolding Chu Yufeng's ancestors for eighteen generations.

   Don't look at Chu Yufeng running rampant in Tianjin City, in fact, he is still a coward. He didn't dare to kill people in the concession at all, and even asked the shooter to entrust Du Xiaoshan, so that in the future, the accident can be cleared up.

  Du Xiaoshan is of course not a fool, he is a gunman for nothing. He thought about it when he got home, called his confidant and said, "Go and pass a message to Zhou Hexuan, tell him to be careful when going out and beware of assassins."