20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 360 Assassination of Jiang Lianheng

The bright sun is hanging high, and water drops are dripping from the ice skates on the window eaves.

Jiang Lianheng was still playing with the gilt and enamel pocket watch in his hand. Dongfeng, Xifeng and Liu Yansheng were sitting on the sofa on the left, and Chuanghu and Trumpet Mouth were sitting on the right.

The faint cry of a child could be heard upstairs, as if it had never stopped since early in the morning.

Jiang Lianheng couldn't help but frown, and the watch chain rotated around his fingers and fell into his palm.

"Chuanghu, are you going to Duan Zhigui's official residence?"

"He's gone." Chuanghu replied quickly, "Last night, I left a note on his pillow and placed a bullet. I guess this old man is frightened now."

"Has his family background been revealed?"

Chuanghu took out a pamphlet from his arms and muttered: "That's necessary. Fatty Duan is good at antique calligraphy and painting. Don't look at it. He just took office not long ago. Hey, there are a lot of good things in the family. And he Those concubines, that guy..."

"Okay, okay!" Jiang Lianheng interrupted immediately, "I'm not interested in his concubine, so just write down all these things and hand them over to the newspaper. You must completely ruin Duan Zhigui's reputation and get him out. Come out of Fengtian."

Only then did Jiang Lianheng "react" that the crying came from the master bedroom, so he turned around and walked to Hu Xiaoyan's room.

Jiang Lian turned his head and continued to ask, "Has there been any movement among Namin and his gang recently?"

Li Zhengxi stood up in response: "There is probably something going on, Brother Dao, let me go out and take a look."

"Stop talking nonsense! Say what you should say and what you shouldn't say. Keep your mouth shut!"

"Brother, don't worry, I'll finish the first draft soon. Let's go to the 'shady novel' school!"

"What's going on? It's okay?"

The eldest lady has never behaved like this.

Jiang Lian entered the room with frowning eyebrows, intending to pick up his daughter and coax her.

Since he joined the Jiang family, he has been on the periphery and has never been reused. The reason is that his mouth is too big and easy to leak.

"It's not a pity, I know it in my heart!" Jiang Lianheng stood up and said, "Okay, don't be idle, go to the cabinet and help Nanfeng collect the accounts."

But this time it's different. The expulsion of Duan Zhigui and the rule of Fengtian were under the personal planning of Zhang Laogeda and with the tacit approval of the entire Fengtian Yamen Office. What he wanted was for everyone to know.

Jiang Lianheng waved his hand impatiently: "Drag him out, drag him out!"

"Are you being pretentious here because of Wen Tingge's affairs?"

Jiang Lianheng picked it up immediately and cursed anxiously: "His grandma is a bitch, what kind of monster are you! If you break it, I'll cut it!"

Liu Yansheng woke up from his fugue state and asked hurriedly: "Brother Dao, what's the matter?"

"You can really keep your composure!" Jiang Lianheng said with emotion.

When we were walking to the entrance, the doorman suddenly walked in and said, "Brother Dao, there is a little beggar outside looking for the third brother."

"go Go!"

"Of course, of course. In fact, I am usually quite introverted, not good at words, and I still have a bit of a escapism complex. You brothers may have a little misunderstanding of me. In fact, what can be said and what cannot be said, I I’ve always known it in my heart——”

He took out his gilt pocket watch and wanted to tease his daughter, but Jiang Ya snatched it away and threw it to the ground.

"We can't let the child cry like this anymore." Xu Ruqing said urgently, "If you cry again, your throat will be broken."

Unexpectedly, the child cried even harder when he saw him coming.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chengye, who usually cried the most, was sitting in the crib at the moment, playing with a small wooden carved sitting lion in his hand, "clucking" happily under his mother's teasing.

Trumpet Mouth quickly expressed his position: "Brother Dao, don't worry. Youdao is to raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a while. In the past two years, I have been hiding my strength and biding my time, gathering momentum and waiting for when I can help the Jiang family so that I can repay you." The grace you gave me by not killing you back then. The grace you gave me by not killing you is to be your reborn parents. I am absolutely unequivocal. The pretty widows, young wives, and old ladies in our provincial city love listening to my chatter the most. As long as I tell them - —”

"No, no...well, to be honest, I still feel a bit pity."

"What's wrong with this kid? He's been crying all morning. If he's sick, call the doctor as soon as possible!"

It's not warm when you touch your head, it's not hot when you're breastfeeding, it's not hot when you're lying down, or when you're sitting.

When Trumpet Mouth heard this, he immediately sat up straight and looked very serious about it.

Jiang Lianheng nodded and said, "After I finish writing, I'll show it to the speaker first, and ask him to spread the dirty things about Duan."

"It's still the same." Li Zhengxi replied boringly, "We meet at the tavern in the annex every now and then, but we haven't seen any action until now."

"Hey!" Liu Yan stood up listlessly.

Jiang Ya was crying as if she had been struck by something evil. The three women, Hu Xiaoyan, Xu Ruqing and Song Ma, gathered around her and tried their best to coax her, but they couldn't coax her.

Xiaohua murmured: "Master, it's not Chengye who's crying, it's Jiang Ya who's crying."

He turned his eyes away and asked: "The sound of wild geese? The sound of wild geese!"

At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder what qualities he had in himself that deserved Master Rong Wu's tolerance and win over him.

"What are you thinking about? You haven't said a word for a long time!"

Hu Xiaoyan lowered her face and said strangely: "She didn't mean it, why are you angry with the child!"

The crying upstairs still showed no intention of stopping, so Jiang Lianheng walked up the stairs with a frown.

After Chuanghu and Trumpet Zui left, the crying upstairs became even more harsh.

He pushed open Xiaohua's door almost subconsciously.

"Nothing, nothing."

Song's mother was also extremely worried and said, "Did this child encounter something dirty?"

"Nonsense! If you find something dirty, you're looking for me!" Jiang Lianheng touched the dial distressedly, turned around and walked down the stairs, "Dongfeng, Dongfeng! Go to Lao Jia's house and ask for the doctor!"

As soon as he walked downstairs, he met the panicked West Wind again.

"Brother Dao, I just got the news that there are young people in the auxiliary areas and commercial ports handing out leaflets everywhere, shouting 'Punish the restoration warlord Zhang Yuting'."

"It's the other way around!"

Jiang Lianheng's expression suddenly became serious.

Zhang Laogeda encouraged "serving people and governing people", on the one hand, to seize power, and on the other hand, to push Duan Zhigui to the forefront and let him bear the infamy of supporting the imperial system alone.

These young people hid in the annex, and the Fengtian military police were helpless and unable to directly intervene.

The Jiang family is responsible for monitoring the market and doing such dirty work.

"Hurry up and prepare the car, order a few brothers, and go over there to have a look."

A shrill cry suddenly came.

Li Zhengxi couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart, and asked with concern: "Brother, Jiang Ya... what happened?"

"Ouch! If you don't stop, you little brat, let your Dong brother go get a doctor. It's okay. Get the car ready."

"Brother Dao, I'll just take care of this."

"It's been a long time at home. Look, this girl broke the watch my father gave me. I went to fix it on the way." Jiang Lian waved his hand, "Besides, you are too hasty to deal with those young people. , you have to coax, not just force me. Walk, walk, walk!"

The two pushed open the door and the room shook slightly.

The ice skate on the window eaves was finally overwhelmed and fell to the ground with a "clack", shattering to pieces.

"It's getting warmer today!" Jiang Lianheng said with emotion, "Year after year, it's so fast!"

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After Jiang Lianheng left, while he was having a cup of tea, a young student suddenly ran up to the door of the house.

"Brothers, I..." he gasped, "I have something urgent to do to see Mr. Jiang. Please go in and report."

Yuan Xinfa looked the visitor up and down and said angrily: "Master Jiang is not here, he just left."

"Then where is he?" the student asked hurriedly, "I, Pei Zhongmin, have met your master. I have something urgent to do with him!"

"Uh... we don't know where the master has gone. How about you wait here for a while."

"I don't have time to wait!"

Pei Zhongmin stood anxiously at the door, hesitated for a moment, seemed to suddenly remember something, then immediately turned around and ran towards the street.

Along the way, the fire burned the buttocks.

By the time they arrived at Zongheng Cargo Insurance Company, Pei Zhongmin was already out of breath from exhaustion.

After crossing the threshold and walking into the lobby, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Is Boss Jiang here? I'm looking for Boss Jiang!"

Everyone cast curious glances at him.

Wang Zhengnan put down the account book in his hand, frowned and walked around the counter, asking in a low voice: "You have something to do with my boss?"

"I!"

When the words came to his lips, Pei Zhongmin swallowed them back.

He is famous for being tight-lipped and will never let go before confirming whether the person in front of him is worthy of trust.

Just at this moment, a southern accent suddenly came from the stairs.

"Eh? Zhongmin, what are you doing here?"

Pei Zhongmin looked up and saw the voice of Liu Yan from Deyi Building, so he immediately ran over and whispered something in his ear.

After listening to Liu Yan's voice, his pupils trembled unconsciously. He immediately dropped the insurance policy on his hand, walked quickly to Wang Zhengnan, and said in a low voice: "Nanfeng, Brother Dao is in danger. I have to go to the affiliated area immediately. Come back." Stay home, sister-in-law."

"What?" Wang Zhengnan said hurriedly, "Then I'll go with you too!"

"Don't fight with me about your legs and feet!" Liu Yansheng turned around and said, "Loyal people, you have done a great job, and I'm waiting to reward you later."

After saying that, he immediately rushed out the door, looked at the slow carriages on the street, and finally gritted his teeth and ran towards the small west gate.

Immediately afterwards, Nanfeng also quickly left the company.

Pei Zhongmin held on to the counter to catch his breath. Seeing that the waiters and merchants in the lobby were still looking at him curiously, he knew that he shouldn't stay too long and took a short break, so he followed him out of the store.

He originally came not for the reward, but to repay the Jiang family for saving their lives.

But he couldn't explain this to his classmates.

Speaking of those weaklings who only pretend to be heroes, they will betray the Jiang family's "good intentions" at any time.

If you tell those stupid heads, they will turn their backs on you and regard the Jiang family as complete traitors.

Because of this, Jiang Lianheng asked Pei Zhongmin to keep it secret.

Because it is a fact that the Jiang family saved their lives; it is also a fact that they hindered the protests.

Neither of them stems from Jiang Lianheng's original intention, but they are indeed from Jiang Lianheng's handwriting.

Whether this was done out of justice or evil, even Pei Zhongmin himself was a little confused.

Fortunately, he even understands the most fundamental principle of life, that is, everyone helps me, and I help everyone. He originally thought that the big guy he saw in the interrogation room was really a man with lofty ideals. It wasn't until the other party began to encourage them to carry out assassination activities that he suddenly realized that the students were just pawns.

Now that the information had been handed over to the Jiang family, he did not want to stay any longer to avoid exposing his identity.

Unexpectedly, before he had gone far, he was stopped by a carriage across the street.

Two middle-aged men with pigtails stepped forward and said with a ferocious smile: "Classmate Zhongmin, it's a bit unethical for you to eat everything like this!"

"You...you are..."

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A subsidiary of the Southern Railway, Nanisu Expressway.

Twenty or thirty boys and girls stood on the street, holding banners and handing out flyers to passers-by.

"Expelle Duan Zhigui, the chief culprit of the restoration, and punish the reactionary warlord Zhang Yuting!"

"Hello, sir, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. Please support the movement to protect the country."

"Sir, please stay, please speak for the country, please speak for Fengtian!"

The young people almost begged to retain the gentlemen and ladies on the street, trying to awaken their sense of ownership.

But the reality is that not many people care about these things. People are walking in a hurry, running for their own livelihoods, and have no time to stop. It may be okay to scold Duan Zhigui, but when they hear that they want to scold the establishment, they immediately avoid it. Very few responded.

"Hey! What are you all doing here?"

Several thugs in black jackets suddenly rushed out from the corner of the street.

"Who the hell is here to confuse people with lies? Bring the flyers, bring them here!"

The man in the black jacket arbitrarily snatched the stacks of leaflets from the students' hands and tore them into pieces on the spot, still on the ground.

The bold male classmate immediately stepped forward and reasoned: "What are you going to do? This is an affiliated area. We can hand out whatever we want, and we will return the flyers!"

"Fuck you!" The black jacket pushed everyone away and violently snatched the banner, "Who the hell told you to fool around here?"

"Give it back to us, give it back to us! Everyone, come and see, the real power faction has a guilty conscience and punish the reactionary warlords! Punish the reactionary warlords!"

The two groups fought over each other and soon started to fight.

After all, the black jacket is a hooligan's habit. Although he said it first and did not cause physical conflict, he could not suppress his anger. In the blink of an eye, he started punching and kicking the students.

Jiang Lianheng stood far away at the corner, pretending that it had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that the form was wrong, he just winked at Xifeng from across the street.

Li Zhengxi understood, and hurriedly came over and scolded: "Stop fighting, who the hell asked you to do it? Tear up the flyers and banners, and take the people out of the annex!"

"Why are you robbing us?" the student said angrily, "We won't leave! Punish the national traitors and resist to the death!"

"Yes! Punish the national traitors and resist to the death!"

"The culprit Duan Zhigui and the accomplice Zhang Yuting, don't even think about running away!"

The shouts of the crowd attracted a group of passers-by, who gradually gathered around him.

At this moment, another commotion broke out in the northern section of the street.

Jiang Lianheng, like other spectators, followed the movement and looked to the right. He saw seven or eight foreign reporters holding cameras, as if they had agreed in advance, rushing towards this direction. Before they could get closer, they had already raised their hands. He picked up the camera and clicked the shutter button.

Jiang Lianheng's expression was solemn, and he vaguely felt that this protest was not a spontaneous gathering, but someone was secretly planning it.

Sure enough, when the students saw this, it was like adding fuel to the fire, and the crowd immediately became excited.

"The reporters are here! The reporters are here!"

"Pull up the banner quickly and punish the reactionary warlords!"

"Classmates, shout louder!"

When Li Zhengxi saw this, he couldn't help but curse. He thought to himself that these young people were so ignorant that they might have to beat a few of them to stop them.

Just as he was thinking about catching an unlucky guy to scare the monkeys, a male classmate with a strange expression suddenly caught his eye.

The boy was seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyebrows were connected, and he was thin and tall.

He was not as excited as others. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets and stood around, showing no resistance or intention to leave. He looked very entangled, hesitant and hesitant.

His eyes were wandering, searching and looking around, and finally settled on the corner across the street.

Immediately afterwards, he moved straight forward, his steps extremely heavy.

Although the expression on his face was very tangled, there seemed to be a pair of invisible hands behind him, pushing him to move forward.

Mr. Suo's words are like a stubborn disease, always lingering in my ears——

Punish the culprits of the restoration and assassinate the bandit bullies. You are the hero of China. You will be remembered by thousands of people and enjoy your name in history... Look at those people with lofty ideals, throwing their heads and blood. You have to take action... Sacrifice is inevitable... You don't Will die in vain... Don't you want to be a hero?
"I'm going to be a hero, I'm going to be a hero."

As if possessed, he walked through the streets muttering to himself.

However, his strange behavior had already been seen by Xifeng.

Time seemed to slow down.

Li Zhengxi followed the boy's gaze and looked back - it was Brother Dao who had been distracted by the foreign reporter - and when he looked back, the boy's hand would be pulled out of his pocket.

"Fuck me!"

Li Zhengxi's heart tightened, and he didn't have time to say anything. He lunged with his left foot and kicked the ground, wishing he could throw his body out. Just like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, he stabbed out diagonally and knocked the boy to the ground.

Although Jiang Lianheng stood far away, his peripheral vision swept over him and he immediately came back to his senses and shouted: "West Wind!"

Fortunately, students are students after all, and they can't even hold a gun.

The boy fell to the ground, and the Oriental playing card in his hand flew directly to the ground, and jumped up with a "bang" sound.

The crowd screamed, and the students and onlookers immediately ran away.

At the same time, the police whistle suddenly sounded in the south section of the street, and two black hats were rushing towards this direction quickly.

Li Zhengxi jumped to his feet, then quickly grabbed the boy's throat with his hands, turned around and shouted to a dozen brothers: "Suppress this kid, go and protect Brother Dao!"

The man in the black short coat responded and walked quickly across the street.

Jiang Lianheng had already drawn his gun and rushed towards him, shouting at the street entrance: "The Japs are coming, take Xifeng with you!"

But at this moment, another cry suddenly came from behind - "Brother Dao!"

This scene was really noisy from all sides, with students in front, Japs on the left, reporters on the right, and exclamations behind them.

Even though Jiang Lianheng had four pairs of eyes and six ears, he was too busy to check.

"The sound of wild geese?"

He was slightly startled, then turned his head, only to see an Oriental ronin wearing a samurai robe not far behind him, charging towards him with a pistol.

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The two sides exchanged fire, and Jiang Lianheng's reaction was quick enough. He pulled the trigger twice and retaliated, hitting the ronin in the left shoulder.

But the other party had already planned it. The bullet flew and hit the front, and a searing pain immediately exploded in the chest.

Both of them were staggering, but Jiang Lianheng's injuries were obviously more serious.

The Oriental Ronin raises his gun again!

"boom!"

At the same time as the gunshot, Liu Yansheng suddenly came out from behind Ronin and knocked him over.

Jiang Lianheng made a "thud" sound and fell to the ground covered in blood.

"Bang! Bang!"

There were two more gunshots, but they came from another direction——

Li Zhengxi went on a killing spree, killing the boy who was trying to assassinate him, and then ran wildly through the streets amidst the sharp police whistles and whizzing bullets.

At the same time, the dozen or so black jackets from the Jiang family were also divided into two groups tacitly.

One group used their bodies as shields to protect Jiang Company; the other group rushed to Liu Yansheng's side, stepped on the Japanese Ronin's wrist, and shot the Japanese in the back of the head, killing him with one shot.

"Send Brother Dao to the hospital quickly!" Li Zhengxi rushed over and shouted, "The Japanese patrol is coming after us!"

"No, no, no!" Liu Yansheng waved his hands hurriedly, "You can't go to the hospital, you can't go to the hospital, go home! Where is the car? Where is Brother Dao's carriage?"

"The car is here, the car is here!"

Someone in a black jacket immediately pulled the carriage parked on the roadside over.

"Hurry up and lift it up! Lift it up!" Li Zhengxi roared as he rushed around the corner and raised his gun to fight back, "Get in the car and get in the car!"

The brothers quickly put the pale-faced Jiang Lian into the carriage.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several gunshots were fired, and someone in a black short coat fell down.

"Yansheng, get in the car and evacuate the attachment!" Li Zhengxi continued to fight back with his gun.

"boom!"

There was another gunshot, and Liu Yansheng twitched all over and cursed: "I'll punch your lungs out, hit my Luoyou, rush to the street, hit my Luoyou!"

"Where was it shot?" Li Zhengxi asked.

"Ass! Ass!"

"Did you get punched in the eye?"

"Right! Right!" Liu Yan shouted.

"That's okay! No one will die!"

Li Zhengxi pushed him into the car fiercely, and then shouted at his brothers, "Withdraw! Withdraw! Leave five people to follow the car, and the rest run east and out of the annex!"

The screams and curses of Japanese devils are getting closer and closer, and police whistles are rising one after another.

The brave foreign reporter hid in the corner and clicked the shutter in response to the gun battle on the street.

Bullets flew over Li Zhengxi's head, and he continued to instruct without fear: "Meet us at home! Meet us at home! Whoever dares to fucking run elsewhere, I will shoot him!"

(End of this chapter)