20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 337: Chain Set

In the elegant room of Deyi Building, more than a dozen students gathered tightly together to discuss the current situation.

When the Twenty-One Articles were mentioned, everyone was filled with indignation and impassioned. Some of them who had been drinking even slapped the table and stared, eager to serve the country.

They come from various schools in the provincial capital. They are both boys and girls. The older one is 18 or 19 years old and the younger one is 14 or 15 years old. They are at the age where the wind is the rain and the rain will come if you don’t hit the south wall. They are obsessed with partial beliefs and find it difficult to listen to both. Therefore, he is extremely impulsive and irritable.

In the past, when everyone got together, Pei Zhongmin was always the most active and radical, but today he was like an eggplant beaten by frost, just sitting in his seat with a dark face and saying nothing. His eyes swept over everyone, and they were no longer as enthusiastic and intimate as before.

Time passed quickly, and the night outside the window became darker and darker.

The students' mouths were dry and they gradually had nothing to say, so they all turned their inquiring eyes to Pei Zhongmin.

As the organizer who brought everyone together, he seemed less than enthusiastic.

According to him, there were people in the provincial capital who were willing to fund the protests and wanted to come over to learn about the situation.

Although student protests are based on passion, they still need to print leaflets to expand their influence.

Liu Yansheng then said a few words of wishing success, and then he did not stay for long. He stood up and said goodbye: "I will contact Zhongmin in the next two days about the money. Just wait for my news. Oh, And I’ve already paid for this meal for you.”

Unfortunately, it was getting late, and after a while, everyone stood up and left one after another, yawning, and eagerly dispersed into the city along Daxiguan Street.

When the laughter on the street gradually faded away, he suddenly stopped and looked around nervously for a moment, seemingly hesitant, but in the end he turned around and walked towards the west gate.

Another male classmate answered: "We have two main plans now. The first is to print a large number of leaflets to expand the impact. The initial plan is to print another 10,000 copies. I don't know Mr. Liu..."

There were twelve people on the Japanese list, but there were thirteen students sitting at the table.

Finally, it was the turn of the student who was not on the list to stand up and introduce himself.

The students were careless, and after a few words of flattery, they really thought they were heroes. They immediately became excited and rushed to introduce themselves.

He walked very fast, looking around all the way. If there was even the slightest movement behind him, his whole body would immediately freeze.

Sure enough, not long after, there was a knock on the door outside the private room.

"You're not just kidding us, are you?"

Liu Yan smiled and waved his hand: "I don't dare to take it. I don't take it. The country is in trouble, so it is right to do a little bit."

"Hello Mr. Liu, my name is Gao Lin."

Liu Yansheng listened and checked everyone's names in his mind.

Everyone has finished introducing each other.

Pei Zhongmin looked at everyone with his eyes raised, and said somewhat depressedly: "Just wait, it will be here soon."

"Oh, don't worry about money, just keep talking!"

But after waiting for so long and no news, everyone became a little impatient.

The students immediately vowed not to reveal any information.

"I understand, Mr. Liu, sit down quickly!"

Pei Zhongmin trembled, and his expression suddenly became unnatural: "Uh... no, not from our school."

"Okay, okay! Unfortunately, I'm usually too busy to act with everyone, so I have to support you from behind."

He understood what the other party meant. The Gao Lin in front of him was probably a traitor among the students.

Liu Yansheng responded to everyone's remarks at random, but silently counted the number of people present in his heart.

The students immediately gave up a seat to Liu Yansheng.

Liu Yansheng pretended to be sad, but said: "It's just that I am a businessman after all, and I don't want to stand out, so I hope everyone can keep this matter a secret for me. Of course, if we can unite the business gentry, I will definitely sign in support!"

Under the gaze of the students, Liu Yansheng walked in slowly and said with a smile: "Dear students, you've been waiting for a long time!"

Liu Yansheng then asked: "Dear students, when are you going to take to the streets to protest next?"

The cost is not big, but it is by no means easy for poor students. After a few voluntary donations, it is not enough, and handwriting flyers is time-consuming and laborious, so everyone is looking forward to the funding.

"Mr. Liu is a patriot, thank you for your support!"

"Zhongmin, is the person you mentioned coming yet?"

The students said happily: "It's enough if you have funding!"

Pei Zhongmin quickly stood up and introduced to everyone: "Here, come, this is Mr. Liu who is going to support us. His name - I won't say it, everyone understands."

There were all kinds of hesitations and tangles, but in the final analysis, they still couldn't stop him.

"That's great! Our second plan is to organize students to lobby the business gentry. After all, the 21 Articles are related to Fengtian. We plan to unite everyone to petition the authorities!"

Liu Yan turned his head calmly and said with a smile: "Zhongmin, is this classmate Gao from your school?"

The students were very happy to bid farewell to Liu Yansheng, so they sat and chatted for a few more words.

The students looked overjoyed, as if they had seen a savior, and said flatteringly: "If all the business gentry in the world could understand justice as well as Mr. Liu, salvation would be just around the corner!"

Fengtian Girls' Middle School, Girls' Normal School, Fengtian Medical University...

"Our current plan is to prepare for another protest at the end of the month!" A female student stood up and said, "Of course, the details will depend on the progress of the negotiations. If the authorities back down, we will take action immediately!"

Liu Yansheng raised his hand and raised his glass: "You are all young heroes. Please introduce yourselves!"

Only the student named Gao Lin looked careless, deliberately slowing down and waving goodbye to everyone.

It wasn't until he walked into the west city gate that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Pei Zhongmin walked out of the shadow of the doorway panting.

"Gao Lin, what are you doing?"

"I--"

Gao Lin's throat tightened, and he said with some guilt: "Oh, yes, it's Zhongmin! I...I'm going home!"

"Fart!" Pei Zhongmin asked intently, "You live in the south of the city. What are you doing here?" Gao Lin subconsciously stepped back and said with a dry smile: "I came here... to have something to do."

"what's up?"

"It's just...it's just...hey! I'm going back now. I'll tell you when I have time!"

Gao Lin quickly made an excuse to run away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around and looked up, I saw the angry faces of all my classmates.

It turned out that when Gao Lin deliberately slowed down and let everyone go first, Pei Zhongmin had already quickly caught up with the other students, gathered them back together, and followed them the long way.

The students came out of the alley and approached him step by step.

"Gao Lin, I didn't expect you to be such a person! We are so disappointed!"

"Traitor! Traitor!"

"Tell me, are you going to inform the Japanese?"

Gao Lin looked around, pretending to be dumbfounded and said: "You, don't talk nonsense, who is the traitor?"

"Stop fucking nonsense!" Pei Zhongmin shouted sharply from behind, "Catch him, don't let him escape!"

The students were already young and energetic, but they had just drank some wine, and they were naturally angry and furious.

Several boys ran forward, grabbed Gao Lin's collar, and dragged him to the ground. The others followed and chased him, punching and kicking him, venting their anger wantonly.

Gao Lin couldn't say anything and could only lie down on his side, hugging his limbs and covering his head with his hands.

The group fight lasted for nearly twenty minutes. A gust of cold wind blew by, and the female students suddenly became a little scared.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

"No more lives will be lost!"

The male classmate shouted: "Traitors and traitors, we should be beaten to death!"

The female classmate said, "What if, what if we make a mistake? There is no evidence! The worst is, we won't take him with us anymore. If something goes wrong, who of you will pay for it with your life?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone stopped suddenly.

After all, they are just a group of students. Although their family backgrounds are high and low, they at least have enough food and clothing. There is always a less reckless atmosphere. Faced with a major life case, they immediately have concerns in their hearts.

When he lowered his head and looked at Gao Lin, his face was already covered with blood. He was shivering on the ground and kept muttering "Don't fight, don't fight."

"Don't... don't really beat me to death." Several students looked at each other and said.

Pei Zhongmin was still beating with anger, but when he saw the others, they stopped. If he started again at this time, if someone died, the responsibility would be all on him, so he quickly stopped.

He leaned down and threatened: "Gao Lin, if you dare to tell what happened today, I will see you once and beat you once. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand!"

"Get out of here!"

"Okay, okay!" Gao Lin groaned and stood up.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sharp and piercing police whistle suddenly came from the dark alley not far away!

"Di-"

"Di-"

When Pei Zhongmin heard the sound, his heart trembled - "It's broken, there is a patrol, run!"

After saying this, everyone dispersed like birds and beasts in response, scrambling to escape into the vast night.

When the police whistle sounded, Gao Lin suddenly became happy. He neither howled nor cowed. He immediately stood up and yelled: "Here comes someone! I'm beating someone, help!"

He staggered a few steps, but his ankle was injured just now, and he fell to the ground again.

"Patrol! Patrolman, come on, come on, they ran over there! I know where their home is!"

Gao Lin shouted desperately, but the police whistle in the alley stopped suddenly, and there was no sound of rapid footsteps behind him.

He was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.

Gao Lin turned his head and looked at the entrance of the dark alley anxiously, with suspicion on his face.

Soon, the sound of "rustling" footsteps was heard, and a tall and thin figure was seen walking slowly towards him.

"Patrol, patrol?" Gao Lin asked to himself.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he had already seen the answer - the person's outfit was not a uniform with a big cap, but a black shorts.

"You...who are you?"

"One of our own."

"One of our own?" Gao Lin asked doubtfully, "Did Translator Tan ask you to come?"

Zhang Zhengdong knelt down in front of him, took off the whistle from his mouth, and nodded.

Gao Lin swallowed and said, "Well, I seem to have been exposed... But I have new information. Tonight, a person named Liu said that he would fund the protests!"

"Oh, I see."

"When will you give me the money? My little sister is still waiting to see a doctor!"

Zhang Zhengdong nodded in response, then took out a sharp dagger from his arms and stabbed it into Gao Lin's throat...

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PS Happy New Year everyone!

By the way, the firecrackers are blasting outside the window, and I am coding today, feeling like a war correspondent!

(End of this chapter)