20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 485: Deep Awakening

What a friendly name!

A greeting lights up the young people's eyes!
Gu Lemin was surprised and delighted, as if he was looking at a beam of light, and immediately cheered and said: "Mr. Jiang, I knew it, I knew it a long time ago, you are actually a potential warrior!"

"Can I still be considered a warrior?"

Jiang Lianheng pretended to hesitate, lowered his eyes, and looked at the silk and satin clothes, seeming to reveal a hint of uneasiness and guilt about his family's wealth.

He knew well that this false and appropriate sense of guilt could make the poor happy.

The more superior the poor feel they are, the more willing they are to allow themselves to be exploited.

When all the poor people in the world are indulged in the fantasy of being the masters of their own destiny, the world will be peaceful.

Praising others, belittling oneself, and making a fortune in silence - this is the purpose of the fan business.

Jiang Lianheng is an expert in this field and has mastered it to perfection, finding just the right amount of measure so that it doesn't feel fake, nor does it seem too real.

This move was exactly what Gu Lemin wanted, and almost instantly aroused the missionary-like enthusiasm and savior-like complex in his heart.

He put on the posture of a great monk, cleared his throat, and prepared to save the rich man who was sinking in the sea of ​​suffering without knowing it.

"Mr. Jiang, you can certainly become a warrior, but you are not yet a complete warrior. But that doesn't matter. The most important thing is that you have the ability to understand. That's enough."

Jiang Lianheng nodded and said thoughtfully: "I still need an expert to give me some advice."

"That's right!" Gu Lemin said passionately, "What you lack now is faith. You need a mentor to help you point the way!"

"Why don't you ask Mr. Gu to give me some pointers?"

"Me?" Gu Lemin waved his hands quickly, "No, no, no, I can't do that. I can't be a mentor at this level, and we already have a mentor!"

"Maozi?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

Unexpectedly, Gu Lemin's expression suddenly became serious, and he said sullenly: "Mr. Jiang, this name is inappropriate and too insulting."

"If not Maozi, then what should I call him?"

"Didn't you just say it, Davarishi?" Gu Lemin said excitedly, "Mr. Jiang, open your eyes and take a look! The North has set an example for the world. Their direction is the direction of all mankind and the direction to happiness. We should be their students and learn from them! They are our friends!"

"Friends?" Li Zhengxi retorted indignantly, "Mr. Gu, do you know how many people the Russians killed outside our borders back then?"

Gu Lemin raised his head slightly and said, "I know, but we should look forward now. Those things are in the past."

"It's over? Why is it over?"

Gu Lemin sighed, shook his head and said, "No reason, just because they are no longer Maozi, but Davarishi!"

Li Zhengxi smiled, waved his hand and stopped arguing.

Jiang Lianheng looked around and suddenly asked with a smile, "How old are you, Mr. Gu?"

"twenty one years old."

Jiang Lianheng smiled and nodded without saying anything else.

In the final analysis, the young man in front of him was too young and had too little experience. During the Boxer Rebellion, he was still a baby; during the Russo-Japanese War, he was just a baby.

Gu Lemin certainly knew about the atrocities committed by the Russians outside the Great Wall in the past, but to him, those were just a few lines in a book, and there was no such thing as a blood feud. He could of course just say lightly that it was all in the past.

But Jiang Lianheng and others are different. They have an instinctive hatred for the Russians, which even far outweighs their dissatisfaction with the Japs.

Not only them, even Marshal Zhang's sworn brother, a man who cheered for the North, was always wary of the Russians.

The reason is simple, because their generation were eyewitnesses when the Russians marched south and seized Guandong.

However, Gu Lemin still had something to say: "Mr. Jiang, I understand what you mean, but I want to say that the Maozi in the past and the Dawarich now are completely different. They just want to help us now. For example, they are now actively returning the Middle East Railway to us."

"Have you paid it back?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

"Not yet." Gu Lemin said surprisingly, "But I think it's fine if we don't return it."

"Mr. Gu, you have confused me."

"How could you be so confused? Mr. Jiang, think about it, even if the railway is returned to us, who will it end up in? Won't it still be those corrupt officials? What benefits can the people get? Nothing! If that's the case, we might as well let the great Davarish keep it for us!"

"Great!" Jiang Lianheng said with a sense of inferiority, "Hiss - Mr. Gu, tell me, why didn't I think of this?"

“Because narrow-minded, parochial nationalism limits your vision.”

"Then is there any hope for me?"

"Of course, no one is born awakened!" Gu Lemin comforted, "This requires a process. In the near future, all mankind will join hands to create a world of great harmony where there is no distinction between ethnic groups, countries, high and low, and everyone is born equal!"

"So we have to rely on the Russians?" Jiang Lianheng quickly changed his words, "No, no, no, we have to rely on Davarishi?"

Gu Lemin said firmly: "They are pioneers, and we should follow them. The two countries should be friendly - no, it should be said that the barriers between countries and nations should be completely eliminated, and brothers should unite without distinction between you and me!"

"This sounds so familiar?" Jiang Lianheng muttered to himself, "It seems that the Japanese also said this, right?"

"That's different. The devils have evil intentions, but our brothers from the north sincerely want to help us break free from the shackles on our bodies!"

"Hiss, then according to what Mr. Gu said, if you cooperate with the devils, you must be a traitor; but if you cooperate with Mao and the brothers in the north, you should be called-"

"Davarich!" Gu Lemin replied immediately.

"It's amazing!" Jiang Lianheng pretended to be in deep thought, looked around and asked, "Don't mention it, after Mr. Gu's guidance, I can indeed taste a little difference in it."

The three of them nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, there is a difference, there is a difference."

"Then Nanfeng, tell me, what is the difference?"

"Who?" Wang Zhengnan's eyes widened, and he pointed at himself. "Me? I... this, this, there must be a difference, but, this, this... uh... I have to organize my words first. Hey, Xifeng, guess what the difference is?"

"Me?" Li Zhengxi couldn't help cursing in his heart, "It's... mainly a feeling, dialect, do you feel it?"

In the game of passing the flower, Fangyan had expected that the flower would fall to him in the end, so he said hurriedly, "I feel it, but it can only be understood, not expressed in words."

Jiang Lianheng shook his head and sighed: "Mr. Gu, look at these people under me. They are all stupid. Everything has to be broken down and crushed, and fed to them before they can understand. You might as well tell them directly, so that they won't have another sleepless night."

Gu Lemin was helpless and thought to himself: Why are the ignorant Chinese people so numb? How sad!

Immediately, he turned his grief into strength and said loudly: "The difference between the two is huge! The devils want to invade us, but Davarish is the fire thief, saving people and calling on hundreds of millions of people around the world to stand up! Mr. Jiang, don't you feel great about such a great cause that has shocked the world?"

"great!"

"Don't you feel excited?"

"Heart-beating!"

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"Ashamed!"

Gu Lemin stood up from his chair and said with tears in his eyes: "Then please give up everything in front of you, devote yourself to this great cause, and fight for it all your life!"

"How about another day?" Jiang Lianheng put out his cigar in the ashtray. "Mainly, I have something to do this afternoon." Gu Lemin was stunned for a moment. Although he was a little disappointed, he did not give up completely.

"Mr. Jiang, how about this?" He suggested, "Our Youth Association is organizing a group of Russian students to try to translate the Northern propaganda brochure. When it's done, I will give you one on behalf of the Youth Association?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhengnan's brows tightened and he was surprised and asked, "Mr. Gu, it turns out that you don't know anything about the Northern system at all. What's going on?"

"That's right, we actually only have a limited understanding of it now." Gu Lemin said frankly, "But it doesn't matter, the general direction is correct, and those theories can be introduced slowly."

Wang Zhengnan pursed his lips, as if he had never seen anything more ridiculous than this.

I don’t understand, but I’m very enthusiastic.

This seems to go against common sense, but it is not - because they don't understand, they are fanatical.

Jiang Lianheng had already seen through this truth.

All fanaticism stems from half-knowledge. Those who are truly thoughtful and insightful are often silent.

In fact, this is no different from the rules of the underworld.

Only those young and inexperienced people like to pretend to be heroes; the real veterans are either low-key and tolerant, trying to protect themselves, or vicious and cruel, trying to cover up their mistakes.

To see through the world is to see through human nature; to see through human nature, one can become accustomed to the autumn moon and spring breeze without being disturbed.

Jiang Lianheng did not say anything, but stood up with a smile and said, "Then I'll trouble Mr. Gu to give me more advice when the time comes."

Gu Lemin nodded, feeling the heavy burden on his shoulders, and a sense of mission arose spontaneously.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. You are so insightful. As long as you study hard and equip yourself with knowledge, you will definitely achieve something in the future!"

"Okay, okay, I'll lend you my good words."

Jiang Lianheng stood up to see him off, but Gu Lemin seemed unsatisfied and continued to chatter:
"If Mr. Jiang is interested, he can actually take a look at those advanced publications... This is a cannibalistic society. If you don't eat others, you will be eaten... Today's guests will be tomorrow's meals... Even if you are rich now, can you guarantee that your descendants will not become prey... For a better tomorrow, all sacrifices today are worth it... Letting go of everything is the beginning of freedom... Everyone does his best and everything is used to its full potential... Everyone for me, I for everyone..."

Perhaps because of the tight time schedule, in the end, Gu Lemin was simply talking to himself.

Jiang Lianheng nodded frequently and acted very patiently, almost as if he was coaxing a child. It took him a lot of effort to finally send the giant Buddha away.

The moment the door closed, Fang Yan, Wang Zhengnan and Li Zhengxi all laughed at the same time.

Fang Yan immediately concluded, "Boss, this Gu Lemin must have become a teacher right after graduation. He knows nothing except what he has learned from books."

Wang Zhengnan curled his lips and laughed, "I just don't understand. To put it bluntly, the Russians' tricks are just robbing the rich to help the poor. What's so new about them? You're surprised by what you've never seen before!"

Li Zhengxi said, "If it's really like what they said, it would be great. Why do we have to get involved with the Russians?"

"It's good, but do you believe it?" Wang Zhengnan said, "If it can really do some good things, that's good, but are you sure you want to give money to these people? Their youth club has money to build tennis courts, and they drink coffee and watch movies every day. Why don't I see them giving money to the poor?"

Li Zhengxi snorted coldly, "The Youth Association is full of rich young men who keep shouting about speaking for the workers, but I've never seen them enter a factory."

The two brothers rarely reached an agreement and there were no serious disagreements.

Jiang Lianheng returned to his desk and said with a rather disdainful tone:

"He has been bullied by foreigners for decades, but he still hasn't learned his lesson. He even calls the Russians his buddies. Is this kind of person qualified to be a teacher? He has read so much that he has become a dog!"

After hearing this, Fang Yan quickly came over and asked, "Boss, if Gu Lemin comes again in the future, will we still meet him?"

"Meet, not only meet, but also treat with courtesy!" Jiang Lianheng said.

Li Zhengxi was puzzled and said, "Brother, this guy is too slow. There are so many people in the Youth Club. It doesn't matter if we don't meet him, right?"

Wang Zhengnan nodded: "I think so too. We just need to pay the money. The key is that this guy is a bit weird. If you don't know him, you might think he has something! Brother, I checked him out. Gu Lemin is not a key figure in the Youth Association. It doesn't matter if he doesn't meet."

“It’s so relevant!”

Jiang Lianheng hurriedly put the lighter and cigarettes into his pocket, but said:

"Nanfeng and Xifeng, remember this, the more someone likes to teach others, the more you should flatter him. What do you call him? An idealist? He seems to be very patient when he is talking here, but that's because he hasn't accomplished anything yet."

"Brother, I really don't see what those youngsters can achieve." Wang Zhengnan and Li Zhengxi stood up and said.

"That would be the best." Jiang Lianheng stood still and said, "If they succeed, they will kill me first."

Wang Zhengnan was startled and said hesitantly, "No way? I think he is quite polite to us. Didn't he want to recruit us just now?"

"If that were the case, there wouldn't be so many rich Russians in Harbin." Jiang Lianheng changed the subject and asked, "Beifeng is on holiday today, are you two going home for dinner?"

Wang Zhengnan nodded: "Then I'll go home and tell them first."

Li Zhengxi asked casually: "Brother, is sister-in-law feeling better recently?"

"I don't know!" Jiang Lianheng said in a deep voice, "I asked Dongfeng to go and get Doctor Jia today. We'll talk to you later tonight. If you two have nothing else to do, go ahead!"

The two brothers agreed and left the office.

Jiang Lianheng turned around and gave Fang Yan a few more instructions, then asked, "Is there anything else to do these two days?"

Fang Yan quickly took out his notebook and flipped through two pages. "Boss, the Three Eastern Provinces News called us again and said they wanted to interview you."

"Didn't I say I wouldn't accept interviews? Why is this endless?" Jiang Lianheng was a little impatient.

As a secretary, you must understand your boss's mind.

Fang Yan immediately came over and whispered, "Uh...Boss, there are two female reporters coming this time. I saw them. They just graduated. They are pretty good."

Jiang Lianheng sighed: "Alas, it's not easy for young people to work nowadays, we should help them increase the sales of newspapers!"

"Okay, Boss, don't worry, I'll make the arrangements."

"Okay, I'll go back first. If you don't have anything else, you can also get off work early!"

After saying that, Jiang Lianheng quickly left the office, walked down the stairs, passed the office area on the second floor and the business hall on the first floor. No matter whether it was the female employees in cheongsam or the male accountants in round glasses, when they met him, they all stopped and called him "Boss" in a flattering manner.

Jiang Lianheng nodded briefly without saying much.

Walking out of the insurance company building, there was a black American-made Ford parked on the street. That was Jiang Lianheng's car. Hu Xiaoyan also had one, but it was a second-hand one.

Eight young men in black shorts and with their shirts unbuttoned stood around the car. When they saw Jiang Lianheng coming out, they immediately opened the car door and shouted in unison, "Boss!"

"go home!"

Jiang Lianheng got into the car and gave brief instructions.

“Beep beep—boop—”

At the command, the Ford car slowly drove towards Jiang's house in the north of the city.

The car was moving very slowly. The eight brothers surrounded the car tightly, running behind it and shouting at passers-by:

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Jiang Lianheng immediately rolled down the window and shouted at his men, "Why are you yelling? Be more polite to them!"

(End of this chapter)