20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 348 Black Dragon Society

Fengtian annex, Zhongcun Photo Studio.

A crescent moon hung in the night sky, and the cold wind made the pine window lattice crackle.

Ichiro Nakamura closed the paper door of the bedroom, carefully picked up the tray, turned around, walked slowly into the living room, placed the tea set in his hand on the low table, and then sat down on the tatami.

After living abroad for ten years, his Chinese has become more fluent and natural, and his original short and sonorous intonation has gradually disappeared.

"Jiang Jun, are you a night owl?"

Jiang Lianheng turned a deaf ear to this.

His eyes looked around the living room on the second floor of Nakamura Photo Studio.

The walls are covered with framed photos, including portraits, natural scenery, and ancient temple buildings.

In the darkroom diagonally opposite, through the ajar door, you can still see many photos clipped on ropes waiting to dry.

Nakamura Ichiro sipped the black tea, put down the tea cup, nodded and said: "Okay, you say."

"I want to ask you something."

"What?" Jiang Lianheng asked, "Can't you afford to offend me?"

Nakamura Ichiro muttered a curse, then stood up hurriedly, rushed to the window sill, closed the window with some embarrassment, and locked the latch——

"Jiang Jun, the weather is about to change with the seasons!"

"It doesn't mean anything. You won't understand even if I tell you." Jiang Lianheng said.

It wasn't until he had seen enough that Jiang Lianheng put away his gaze and picked up the drink on the table - a cup of very strong black tea.

The wind in the room has died down, but the light bulb hanging on the ceiling is still swinging back and forth, and the shadow of the tea cup on the table is sometimes as long as a sword, sometimes as short as a dagger.

"Live until you are old and learn from being the youngest!"

He turned his back to the room and sorted the magazines scattered on the table.

Suddenly, the cold wind blew in, pictures on the window sill were flying everywhere, and the light bulb hanging on the roof swayed left and right. A baby's cry came from the bedroom, and the whole house was suddenly in a mess, with light and shadow intertwined, inexplicably strange.

Ichiro Nakamura straightened his arms and stabilized the shaking light bulb, then sat down and asked, "Jiang-kun, have you gotten into trouble with the Black Dragon Society?"

"Nine?" Ichiro Nakamura turned around and asked, "What do you mean?"

"idiot……"

"What's wrong, is it inconvenient to see you at night? Are you afraid that your wife will misunderstand?"

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head suddenly, only to see the wooden lattice window being knocked open by the strong wind with a "bang"!

Jiang Lian leaned forward and asked in a low voice: "'Black Dragon Society', have you heard of it——"

Jiang Lian laughed and cursed a few words back, then suddenly said seriously: "Nakamura, how many years have we known each other?"

Nakamura Ichiro was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, picked up the teacup, and laughed and cursed: "You bastard!"

"Seven years? Eight years? In short, less than ten years."

Jiang Lianheng leaned forward, put his hands on his waist, and responded, "Well, I've already started counting to nine."

"Can't afford to offend!"

"Hey! If you say that, I still have to poke you."

Nakamura Ichiro suddenly said seriously: "Jiang Jun, do you want to die?"

Jiang Lianheng shook his head and said, "I don't want to, I can only be called Qian'er."

"Jiang Jun, we are friends. Please listen to my advice and don't provoke the 'Black Dragon Society'. If you have to deal with them, then try your best to meet their demands. If you can't, stay away. In short , don’t go against them.”

"This 'Black Dragon Society' sounds like a gang?"

"It's a society. It used to be called 'Xuanyang Society'."

"How powerful is it?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

"It's so big that you can't even imagine it!" Nakamura Ichiro said, "In Japan, it is said that even His Majesty the Emperor has to give them three points of courtesy. Your country's revolution is indispensable for their support."

"Wait a minute, are you saying that it was the 'Black Dragon Society' that funded the Qing Hui Party and brought down the imperial court?"

Ichiro Nakamura nodded and said, "At least, that's what many people say in my country."

Jiang Lianheng was a little confused.

The Black Dragon Society funded the Southern Congress Party and overthrew the Qing court. Now Rong Wuye wants to restore the country, but the Black Dragon Society is still behind it?

If you are lame, give him a crutch.

Such an inconsistent approach, after much deliberation, can only be justified by "fishing in troubled waters".

Jiang Lianheng asked again: "Nakamura, how much do you know about this 'Black Dragon Society'?"

"I've only heard some rumors."

Obviously, this is just a humble comment from Ichiro Nakamura.

His explanation, although only a vague overview and lacking in details, was full of emotion.

It turns out that the so-called "Black Dragon Society" is probably a group of Eastern "patriots" who spontaneously formed a society after the Gengzi tragedy.

The word "Black Dragon" comes from the "Black Dragon" in Heilongjiang. As the name suggests, the supreme purpose of the society at the beginning of its establishment was to bring the entire Northeast south of the Heilongjiang coast under the jurisdiction of the East and avenge the "Three Kingdoms Return to Liao" case.

The Black Dragon Society is extremely powerful, with members in all countries, all walks of life, and all over the place. Behind it is the support of large conglomerates such as Mitsubishi and Sumitomo, and its influence spreads throughout East Asia.

All in all, Ichiro Nakamura’s advice to Jiang Lianheng was only one sentence——

"Don't provoke the Black Dragon Society, because you are not at the same level at all."

Jiang Lianheng was fascinated by what he heard, and he never expected that an Eastern Jianghu gang was actually related to Guanwai. It's really a knife in the butt, and it opened my eyes.

"Nakamura, you keep talking for so long, but it's just one sentence, isn't it? The Black Dragon Society is just doing the hard work for you Japanese! It's that simple if you want to seize the Northeast."

"No, no, no, it's not a robbery!"

Nakamura Ichiro shook his head repeatedly and said: "It is to manage on behalf of others and move towards common prosperity."

"Oh, that's right!" Jiang Lianheng pointed at the table, "Can you let me manage this photo studio?"

Ichiro Nakamura hesitated for a moment, but said: "We are talking about the country now, no, the whole of East Asia!"

Jiang Lianheng teased: "Otherwise, you are the ones doing this!"

Nakamura Ichiro said quite seriously: "Jiang Jun, you should open your eyes and see the world! Now, this world has been ruled by white people! You, me, we are all East Asians with yellow skin. We must unite and work together Fight against the power of the white race! Otherwise, in the future, we will just become their slaves like black people!"

"I don't care about white people, yellow people and all that nonsense."

"How could you ignore it?"

"In my eyes, there are only two kinds of people in this world, family members and outsiders."

Ichiro Nakamura shook his head repeatedly: "The white people will destroy us all."

"It's as if you guys have ruined it!" Jiang Lianheng curled his lips and said, "Just by saying Hua'er, isn't the Black Dragon Society just trying to rob the Northeast!"

"We are not enemies. Ten years ago, we helped you take back the Northeast from Mao Zi."

"thank you!"

"Jiang Jun, if Maozi takes over here, you will never be able to take back the Northeast!"

Jiang Lianheng thought: "Nakamura, I hear what you mean, if you rob this place, can you get it back in the future?"

Unexpectedly, Nakamura Ichiro’s answer was quite straightforward and firm:

"Of course! The treaty stipulates that the lease period is only ninety-nine years. After ninety-nine years, of course it will be returned to you. At that time, we will fight against the white people together."

Jiang Lianheng couldn't help but frown and asked, "Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid?"

Nakamura seemed offended.

He firmly believed in this and believed from the bottom of his heart that the three countries in East Asia, especially Northeast Asia, must unite to jointly fight against the Western powers. It seems that only in this way can the yellow race stand at the center of the world.

Now, Koryo has "understood this truth" and the Greater East Asia alliance is imperative.

"So, the 'Black Dragon Society' intends to help the Qing court restore its country?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

"The Qing court restored the country?" Nakamura Ichiro was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head, "The Qing court has passed. In my opinion, we should help Zhang Yuting to achieve independence."

"What are you doing?"

"This is Manchuria. It's not in the Eighteen-Star Flag. Why are we still tied to them?"

"Now it's a five-color flag!"

Jiang Lianheng subconsciously pointed out the window, even though there was no flag there, only the endless night.

Ichiro Nakamura shook his head and reiterated stubbornly: "This is Manchuria, my second hometown."

Jiang Lianheng was stunned.

Ichiro Nakamura continued: "Jiang-kun, you told me that you were very poor when you were a child. In fact, I was also very poor when I was a child. I had nothing in Japan, no parents, no relatives and friends, no job. Now I have this I have a photo studio, a wife and children, everything I have gained in Manchuria, I love Manchuria as much as you do, and I hope she becomes stronger."

Jiang Lianheng waved his hand impatiently and stopped talking.

The distance between them made it impossible for them to express their feelings to each other.

"Forget it, let's just talk about the shit!"

Even so, the argument just now still made the atmosphere a bit awkward.

Jiang Lianheng didn't sit down for a while before he hurriedly stood up and left.

He originally had no intention of convincing anyone. The purpose of this trip was nothing more than news about the "Black Dragon Society". Now that the purpose has been achieved, there is nothing more to talk about.

Ichiro Nakamura sent Jiang Lianheng away, closed the door, walked to the window that was blown open by the cold wind just now, picked up the "Black Dragon" magazine on the table, and sat alone under the lamp for a while.

This is a magazine that he bought from a wanderer in mainland China. It is an old issue from many years ago. The paper is slightly yellowed and hard, but the words on it are still sonorous and powerful.

Nakamura Ichiro's eyes were intense, and he repeatedly read the slogans, manifestos, and future pictures in the "Black Dragon" magazine line after line.

How could he not feel excited about this?

A picture of prosperous East Asia slowly unfolded in his mind.

A powerful country that looks down upon the world, a great empire that scares white people, makes him fascinated and dazzled.

These words seemed to have a terrible magic power, quietly inciting the abyss in his heart, accompanied by a kind of fanatical and cruel throbbing. In this abyss, he saw a bloodthirsty creature that even he himself had not expected. Ferocious beast...

(End of this chapter)