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The whistle of the steamer on the Huangpu River woke up the sleeping Shanghai. The first ray of sunshine from the east shone on the city, and the streets gradually became noisy.
In Room 602 of the International Hotel, Feng Qu closed the manuscript in his hand, frowned, stood up and opened the curtains, staring at the ant-like pedestrians on the road downstairs, his heart surging.
There was a knock on the door of the room, and he was suddenly pulled away from his thoughts: "Come in."
After arriving in Shanghai yesterday, Tang Ping, who was the first to inquire about the situation, had already returned. He opened the door and was startled by the choking smell of cigarettes. He glanced into the ashtray and guessed: "Young Marshal didn't sleep all night. ?¡±
He had already been surprised at Feng Qu's affection for Gu Ming at first, then his master's bottom line dropped again and again, and even his attitude towards women had undergone earth-shaking changes. Today, he saw the young commander spending one night over Gu Ming's matter. Being awake is not a new experience.
Feng Qu turned around: "How's the inquiring going?"
He had been away from Shanghai for several months, during which time he had two arms transactions with the Shanghai military government. However, Gu Ming was far away from the disaster area, and Sheng Yan regularly sent telegrams to report that he was safe, so he did not pay attention to the affairs in Shanghai and only listened to When they talked about the student movement, they didn't take it to heart.
Tang Ping then talked about the assassination of Huang Duo, the resulting student movement, the shock and aftermath among newspaper colleagues and cultural circles. The ripples have not yet dissipated. There are still students imprisoned in military government prisons, and about Huang Duo's death. The police did not say anything about the truth, and even Guo Jinchuan stayed behind closed doors for fear of being blocked on the road.
Feng Qu was surprised: "I didn't expect Marshal Lu's face to be quite valuable." For the sake of saving face, he ignored public opinion and even assassinated newspaper people. It's really admirable.
Sheng Yan came in and handed him a thick stack of photos. Feng Qu sat back and looked through them one by one. They were all about the tragic conditions in the disaster area. Halfway through, a photo of Gu Ming and Gong Xiyuan popped up. The two people were dressed a bit hard to describe, but they both had smiles on their faces. It was obvious that it was an extremely pleasant thing for them to meet again.
Feng Qu's eyes were fixed on the group photo. Tang Ping looked over and understood what was going on. However, Qing Shengyan was stunned and wanted to complain: "it's him. After meeting Miss Gu in the disaster area, The two were together for several days and were inseparable."
Tang Ping saw that the young marshal's face was getting darker and darker, and couldn't help but stroke his forehead: This idiot!
"Inseparable?" Feng Qu asked softly.
"Yes, my subordinate has been following me for several days. He seems to have a very good relationship with Miss Gu. They are talking and laughing"
Tang Ping could no longer bear the stupidity of his subordinates, so he slapped him on the back of the head: "Why don't you get out?!"
Sheng Yan realized later that Feng Qu's face was frighteningly dark.
That afternoon, Rongsheng Printing Factory, the largest printing factory in Shanghai, received an urgent order requiring delivery within three days.
The distinguished guest received by the boss, Li Rongsheng, was a smiling young man. The guest also brought Fan Tian, ??the deputy editor of "Declaration", together with the newspaper's art and page workers to typeset and select the photos taken by Mr. Rongcheng in the disaster area, and the proofreaders worked overtime. Add some rush printing.
Three days later, 30,000 sets of "Records of Experiences in Disaster Areas" with pictures and texts were shipped to major universities and bookstores for free distribution.
Many people were readers of Mr. Rongcheng, not to mention that after her "Disaster Area Experience" was published in the newspaper, readers were still eagerly looking forward to the fourth in-depth report. As a result, Huang Duo had an accident and there was no follow-up.
I didn¡¯t expect to be able to see the entire manuscript now, it¡¯s an unexpected surprise.
The reader who got the book couldn't wait to open the new book, and then saw a sentence on the title page: I would like to dedicate this book to the people in the disaster area who are united as one, and to Mr. Rongcheng who was arrested by the military government for speaking out!
On the first page, there is a picture of Mr. Rongcheng, who is wearing a floral short-sleeved gown and dressed very rustically. He is holding a notebook and writing something down. His eyebrows are lowered, his long braids are dragged behind his head, his arms are thin and lonely, and in front of her is A middle-aged man covered in mud with a sad face is a county magistrate in the disaster area who leads young people in disaster relief.
This photo is still Sheng Yan's masterpiece. After her short-term training, he wasted three pieces of film and took the only photo that he could use. He was originally planning to give it to his master for credit, but it was a pity that it was not developed in the disaster area. As for photo equipment, I could only bring back the film.
When readers saw the message on the title page and flipped through the pictures and texts at the back, they immediately thought of editor Huang of Shenbao and the progressive students who are still imprisoned in prison.
The chaos in the outside world cannot affect the peace in the prison of the military government.
Since Lu Ziyu left that day, I didn¡¯t know it was him.He was standing guard inside, but he went to see Lu Weihong alone.
The father and son were locked in the study room to discuss the arrest of Young Master Rongcheng. Lu Weihong felt that she, a woman, dared to shame the military government. Even if the disaster relief officials sent out were not diligent and corrupt, there was no need for her to show off naked. Let the public see it in the newspaper, right?
Have you considered the military government?
Lu Ziyu quickly changed the direction when he saw the wind: "Feng Qu seems to have a deep friendship with Mr. Rong Cheng. He came to ask for help in person. There is no need to break up with him. Why not take this opportunity to rob him of a batch of arms? Let's see how he treats Mr. Rong Cheng." Is friendship worth a thousand dollars? What does your father think?
Lu Weihong turned from anger to joy: "You kid is really quick in thinking." His face finally turned gloomy: "But as a father, I always feel uncomfortable. These lawless literati dare to write anything even if they pick up a pen. If they don't kill them, they will serve as a warning to others. Clean up a few thorns and make them think that the military government is easy to talk to."
"Yes, yes, my son knows that you always want to establish your authority, but instead of killing a girl to establish your authority, why not trade her for arms? What a cost-effective business, you can make a lot of money without spending a single soldier. As for establishing authority, can't we just find someone else? There are so many students in the prison."
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