Chapter 91 What's to be afraid of

"stupid!"

Xiao Yuren spit out a word, and then turned his head to look at Chen Moran.

"Yes, do you know how much harm your words will cause you if they spread out today!"

Then he shook his head again, with a little sadness on his face. This is good, but sometimes he always forgets. Now if he doesn't stop his behavior, he is afraid that he will be on fire in the future.

"Yes, I can understand what you mean. It's just to make those people sincere and benevolent. Only when people think about it can it be possible"

Xiao Yuren, who lowered his voice, spit out a few words.

"It is possible to become a soldier!"

Chen Moran just looked outside the carriage without saying a word.

"You said that you don't do unstable things silently, but today's words, if spread out, don't say that you don't do unstable things, or even someone may even force you to do it! What will you do then?

"Cold salad!"

After spitting out two words, the right palm turned at the gold handle of the crutch, and Chen Moran took his eyes back from the carriage.

"Wei Yang, if they didn't kneel, I wouldn't say that, but today they knelt down, but woke up my soul!"

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the crutch in his hand.

"This is 1,500 people, or maybe 1,800 people. After this, these 1,800 people are my Chen Moran's soldiers, for nothing else, because they have the idea of being a man now. What role are the Chinese people now? They are struggling to be slaves and want to be slaves!"

He turned his head and looked at Xiao Yuren and Chen Moran's eyes with a trace of eagerness.

"Now, I want to let them be people. Since they want to be people, the team that is willing to be people is one hundred!"

Chen Moran suddenly looked at Xiao Yuren with a playful smile.

"I didn't say that just now. Do you think there is opposition in that place?"

Before Xiao Yuren could speak, Chen Moran said down by himself.

"If you kneel or not, there is someone talking behind your back. At most, I say that Chen's cripple is unprecious. As for conspiracy, there are words of rebellion here!"

Chen Moran looked out of the window with a sneer, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Now the old woman is too busy to take care of herself. They can't ask about this kind of thing, and they don't bother to ask. Not to mention what I said, I really wrote a book in the future. In the book, they persuaded the world to rebel, and they could not stand me. At that time, in the concession, at most, it was a national criminal and could not be extradited!"

Although there was a sneer on his face, there was still some sadness in his heart. He knew what he was talking about. It was "Su's report" a few years later. This case was quite strange in the history of the late Qing Dynasty. This is a special lawsuit with a national political axe as the plaintiff, a national as the defendant, and jointly tried by the Chinese and foreign joint judicial institutions located in the concession.

It can be said that the trial thoroughly exposed the essence of the court of the foreigners in the Qing Dynasty. They used their own stupidity to prove the words in the "Revolutionary Army", of course, they also made a powerful picture of their own demise.

Now, no matter how much rebellious they say, if they want to arrest themselves, they have to say a concession, and then extradite them in writing, but there is anything against them! Speaking of the opposite, Chen Moran felt that the articles sometimes written in those newspapers were more radical than one. They had no time to ask them, and there was also time to ask what they had said to a group of masoners.

"Can you write?"

Xiao Jian was interested in the book he said, but he may sometimes say a lot of words because of complacency, but until now, as long as he said it, he will always do it.

"No!"

Chen Moran answered Xiao Yuren's question in one word.

Write Zou Rong's "Revolutionary Army", not to mention that he can't write it. Even if he has a manuscript on hand now, he will not copy it and publish it. The revolutionary army's book seems to be passionate, but it appeals to people's blood surnames, not rational surnames, not to mention that Chen Moran has never been a revolutionary, let alone a belief in violent revolution.

"Wei Yang, you know I'm not a revolutionary. I don't have to write a biography for the revolution!"

Facing Xiao Yu's tough eyes, Chen Moran said seriously.

"There is no need to advocate revolution. I never think that revolution is the only means of change. What did the French Revolution bring? All I brought was Mrs. Roland's exclamation!"

"Freedom, freedom, how many sins do in your name."

Xiao Yuren said those words on behalf of Chen Moran. He is also not a revolutionary.

"Yes! Many good nouns and good wishes can make evil do it under your name, whether it is freedom or cooking. How many of the so-called revolutionaries know what freedom is, what is cooking, and what is revolution? What kind of freedom do they believe in there? The principle of cooking is nothing more than murderism at the root!"

Chen Moran sneered. In the revolution at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the implementation of the center of revolutionary thought was not the so-called revolutionary spirit and pursuit, but was affected. Two or three years later, Zhang Shizhao's "Killism" may be its root, and this kind of "Killism" was what Chen Moran feared and doubted.

Is it, as Zhang Shizhao said, is revolution murder?

"Unyang, there is only one word to kill the Han people in the Qing Dynasty! Treating the Han people like slaves and animals, destroying their spirit, destroying their culture, and killing their souls is the destruction of the fundamental surname. Killing may relieve a moment of hatred and vent a moment of anger, but can it change the reality of spiritual destruction, cultural death and soul absence?

With his left hand holding a crutch, his right elbow on his hand, and his right palm holding his chin, Chen was silent, and Xiao Yuren was also in meditation. He was not a revolutionary, because he thought that he could not be a revolutionary who did not return home and did not hesitate for the revolution. He was the third young master of the Xiao family. He thought he thought he was himself. You can't go through that kind of thing.

However, in the mind of this third young master of the Xiao family, who likes to eat, drink and play, there is still a dream. He devoted himself to the industrial company for that dream. When he talked with Chen Moran on Changlong Mountain, he sold his life to him at night. It was also for a dream. Even he couldn't explain why. He just knew that Chen Moran Unlike those ideal revolutionaries, as for the different method, he can't say it. Maybe it's just a subconscious feeling.

But at this time, listening to Chen Moran's words, Xiao Yuren's mind was in a mess, and he seemed to understand that Chen Moran was different from those revolutionaries.

"If the deep-rooted things do not change, it is a revolution, so what should we do? The result is just chaos and murder! At that time, there will be a warlord on the left and a warlord on the right. At that time, what will this country look like? I'm afraid it's not as good as now?"

"At least..."

At this time, Xiao Yuren forgot that he was a "pseudo-revolutionary" who was a little ideal, but always compromised to reality, so he wanted to argue with Chen Moran.

When Xiao Yuren spoke, Chen Moran stretched out and looked disapproving.

"At least that's the Han regime, isn't it? Unfortunately, the Han regime was just dressed up by a group of ambitious people! I don't believe in revolution, I don't believe in socialism!"

These words made Xiao Yuren curious.

"Then what do you believe?"

"I believe..."

When he came to his mouth, Chen Moran was dumb. What did he believe?

Believe in reformism? No! He doesn't believe it.

Letter... For a while, he really couldn't find what he believed. At this time, the carriage was getting closer and closer to the Huangpu River. He faintly looked at the foreign buildings on the Bund, but Chen Moran said a word.

"I believe it's practical!"

"Practical?"

"What can make this country rich and strong, what do I believe! What can make the people here recover their lost souls and become people again, instead of worrying about being slaves or not being slaves? What do I believe!"

At the end of the words, before Xiao Yujin came to his senses, Chen Moran added another sentence.

"As for now, I believe in what can make me rich!"

Then, Chen Moran laughed.

The laughter was very loud, but Xiao Yuren was silent. When he was about to reach the ferry, he pointed to the open space in the distance.

"Yes, this is Lu Jiazui!"

"Huh?"

"Our bank is built here!"

Chen Moran nodded. What's wrong with Xiao Yiren? How can he say that there is no end?

"I think we should run a school here, I mean the real school, not the practical school you run next to the printing house!"

"Real school?"

"Yes, a real school!"

Looking at Xiao Yuren outside the car and repeating it carefully.

"The spirit is destroyed, the culture is dead, and the soul is not there. I'm afraid that this is our China now. If you want to find its spirit, find its culture, and return to its soul, I'm afraid you have to run a school!"

"Do you want to run a school?"

Chen Moran couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He had already run a school. To be precise, it was under construction. Even if those construction workers worked hard, I'm afraid it would be difficult to build an orphanage and printing factory for him in just three months, and then help him build the industrial school.

"Let's wait and talk!"

Chen Moran, who was short of silver, replied to Xiao Yiren's suggestion. There are too many places to spend money now. More than ten minutes later, after the carriage landed at the ferry on the beach and sent Xiao Yiling back to the office building rented by the industrial company, Chen Moran did not go home directly, but decided to take a walk around the Bund first.

When the carriage drove slowly along the Bund Avenue and passed the foreign-going buildings such as Renji, Yihe and Sassoon, looking at the foreign-style buildings, Chen Moran recalled the memories of the past in his heart at the same time, and the old scenes that had disappeared appeared in front of him one by one.

Once upon a time, he struggled for life, and even took risks for life. An accident changed his fate. In this era, he printed those fake and real bills, which not only made him a superior, but also became the leading tycoon in this paradise in the future, and even He also had some side fantasies. Although that fantasy is not very realistic, it always makes people have a lot of expectations.

Maybe it took a few years. Chen Moran knew that he had climbed to the first peak of fate and realized his wish. When the carriage passed through the long row of foreign banks and banks on the Bund, he couldn't help looking at him enthusiastically. In the future, there will be a more prosperous one on the opposite side of the Huangpu River. In the city, at that time, you can collect tens of millions of taels of rent every year. With the help of silver, you will reach a higher peak in your life. Maybe at that time, it will be close to you to leave that almost fantasy thing, or even within your fingertips!

He sighed in his heart with complacency. Chen Moran looked out of the window again. At this time, he waved the whip of the pillar of the carriage. The carriage drove straight forward, and the pedestrians on both sides of the road avoided it one after another. After the pillar entered Chen's house, it was the Chen family's wealth, and the driving began to become majestic. Who would recognize it in Shanghai? Without this black box, the golden top-style C is the sky, and Y is like the "CY" badge of the track. This is the car of the owner of the industrial company. Even those foreign tycoons have to sell Chen Moran's face.

"Oh! Why is she here?"

When he was about to reach the main entrance of Chen's garden, Chen Moran saw a carriage parked outside his door, but the mark on the carriage stunned Chen Moran. It was her!

Catherine! Only she will ride in this white carriage with the Huisheng bank badge.

Why is she here? If Chen Moran is right, this woman made a request before she went to Shanghai and gave herself the first 500,000 taels of silver, hoping that he could leave Ji Li.

Through the window of the car, Chen Moran looked at Catherine who had opened the window screen. In the car, she looked as charming as in the past. The two just smiled, with a little reluctance in their smiles. Now the two of them are simply partners.

"Go into my carriage! There is one thing that I think you should be interested in!"

Rejecting the invitation of a beautiful woman is absolutely rude and uneucated. Of course, Chen Moran will not refuse Catherine's request. When he got out of the carriage, looking at Zhu Jialiang and Lin Yuqing, Chen Moran waved his hand.

"You go back! I'll go out with Miss Catherine for a walk!"

After saying that, he got into the carriage.

In the few minutes after the carriage left, neither of them said anything. The breeze through the window sent a seductive fragrance, which clearly came from Catherine's body. Smelling the fragrance in the carriage, Chen Moran felt a burst of heart, just like a flash of light. The long black hair was tied up under the gauze hat. The mature and intoxicating beauty was by no means comparable to Liu Jingxuan, Sun Xiyun and Ruisha, and even her sister could not be compared with it.

Or the fate gang confused by Catherine's mature beauty, so he couldn't help looking at her, charming but dignified, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable noble style on her body. Looking at the corset skirt, the ** revealed by the tall white rabbit just made his heart flutter and his eyes swept down, But it seems that you can see through the slender jade-white legs hidden under the skirt.

Feeling the forced look, Catherine took a deep breath so that what had already spread all over the concession night could be swept out of her mind. She had been controlling herself to stop thinking about what happened that night, but she couldn't help thinking about the madness of that night.

"Have you seen enough?"

Catherine's voice was cold, and she didn't seem to care at all that Chen Moran saved her and her Huisheng Bank.

"Women like you, not to mention these eyes, can you look at them for a lifetime, how can you see enough!"

Chen Moran is rare to tell the truth. Catherine's beauty is like a delicate rose, but it is like a lily flower that is not stained with any secular spirit, high and arrogant, revealing a faint loneliness. How many people understand the loneliness and loneliness hidden behind this seemingly strong?

"Hum!"

The lazy cold hum mixed with the faint body fragrance of Catherine's body, but there was an inexplicable ** for Chen Moran. For a long time, Chen Moran always felt that Catherine gave him a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen it in a magazine or on the Internet. It seemed to be a European and American understanding, called Camilla or something. .

After a cold hum, Catherine turned her head and looked at Chen Moran. Her big clear and charming eyes stared at Chen Moran's eyes. I'm very curious about the money you got from there!"

In the past three months, she has remitted 23 million US dollars to banks in the United Kingdom, the United States and France through underground channels for the man in front of her, and remitted 12 million US dollars into silver or gold back to China, and this does not include the 9 million dollars received from him.

He shrugged his shoulders like an American, and Chen Moran said and laughed.

"You won't believe me, will you?"

Catherine was slightly stunned and looked at him suspiciously.

If he said it, would she believe it? She won't believe it, but she won't ask the source of the money. This is a deal. For Catherine, who participates in it, she knows her duty. She just helps Chen Moran bleach the money. It comes from there and has nothing to do with her. All she needs is to draw 5% of the commission and return it to this person.

For a woman like Catherine, the ordinary answer is certainly not enough to make her believe. Instead of giving her an unexplained answer, it is better to let her guess. She will guess all kinds of answers, and then give herself a "reasonable" explanation.

Looking at the man who could never tell herself the answer with complicated eyes, Catherine sighed faintly.

"Maybe I should thank you. Anyway, you helped me keep Huisheng, keep it..."

Suddenly, Catherine smiled faintly.

"Maybe, I can feel more at ease, at least I never owe you, don't I?"

"Yes, I'll help you, you help me, it's just a deal!"

Chen Moran's answer just made Catherine's shoulder tremble slightly, "Last time I saw you, you had short hair, but this time..."

As if transferring the picture, Catherine picked up Chen's braids and talked about it.

"Sometimes people always have to do something they don't want to do, and I don't want to keep this braid, but without this braid, those people with braids will regard me as an alien. In this case, they can't support me to do something I want to do!"

Chen Moran did not hide his intention to shave his head and braid his hair.

"Otherwise, I won't keep this pig's tail even if I break my leg!"

"Isn't your leg broken?"

I couldn't help saying something, but Catherine covered her mouth and smiled again. Her laughter only made Chen Moran's mind flutter.

"However, I have seen a lot of Chinese people. You are the first person to say that this braid is a pig's tail!"

"Miss Catherine, you have been in China for a year. You should know that in China, Han people are Han people, and people are full of people. This braid..."

Chen Moran snorted coldly, with some coldness in his eyes. The braids behind him have always been his shame, reminding him almost all the time, reminding him of the shame contained in the braids.

"It's the slave symbol that the Manchus shaved for the Han people. Unfortunately, now people don't know the slave's surname in this braid. Even after a hundred years, they don't know it. Some people are still proud of it!"

"What about you?"

Looking at the man curiously, Catherine once again found that he was different from other Chinese.

"Ser or later, I will definitely cut this braid! I said that I had no choice but to keep a braid now. When the time is ripe, I will naturally cut him off!"

The carriage has arrived at the Bund.

"Mr. Chen, look at the Bund, the foreign mansions of Renji, Yihe, Shaxun and Qichang are dotted with the prosperity of the concession. Outsiders think that the concession is a country in the country, but how do they know that the king of the kingdom in this country is those foreign banks!"

While saying this, Catherine gave Chen Muran a meaningful look.

"Why do you want to develop Pudong? If it's just for money, you are already richer than many people. At least in Shanghai, no one can take out so much money at a time! You can get the support of those people and leave braids, so why can't you..."

Chen was slightly stunned and answered the woman's question without concealment.

"People are always greedy!"

"Yes! People are always greedy! Do you know that there are some people who are more greedy than you, and they have what you don't have!"

He meditated, contacted Catherine's words back and forth, and slowly raised his head. Chen Moran's eyes showed something strange.

"You mean that the king of your mouth in this concession is now staring at me, a squeal!"

Catherine nodded and didn't say anything. She just looked out of the car, and the car arrived outside the door of the Bund Park.

"Mr. Chen, we have arrived at the Bund Park. Let's go for a walk in the park!"

Chen Moran was stunned. Now he was confused by Catherine's behavior. Did this become a date again?

"Isn't Miss Catherine afraid? All of Shanghai knows the relationship between the two of us!"

Hearing this, Catherine's eyes flashed a trace of charm, but did not show any shame and anger.

"Since all of Shanghai knows it, I want to go to the park once. It's nothing!"

(to be continued)