Chapter 219 Just an accident

The chaotic tea garden is full of people. Wearing suits, uniforms, and Hanshangs, keep going in and out. Only customers in robes and coats can't see that this tea garden in the downtown area has always been empty. Every Sunday, it is even more crowded. Those who drink tea here are not only celebrities and gentry who like to drink tea, but also those who are used to understanding the market and trading in teahouses, politicians and bankers.

People who like to spend time in the turbid crowd also date, talk together, spread trivial anecdotes to each other, and talk about major events in the world. Those loud talk, laughing and scolding, coupled with the jingling sound of tea bowls and dishes, the overwhelming shouts of the teahouse, the noise of selling cigarettes, melon seeds, pictorials, magazines, and sometimes mixed with some scolding beggars, melting into a bustling atmosphere.

Like most restaurants, there is a poster of "Don't Enter" on the wall, which is to remind those customers who are still wearing robes and coats. If they wear "robes and coats" with their own slave labels, please go elsewhere.

Compared with the past, in the new dramas compiled by the music world, all kinds of problems such as sloppy clothes and lack of hygiene have been buttoned up as "with the habit of being a slave". Whether it is voluntary or not, in less than two months after the restoration, Chinese people are gradually adapting to the new life, getting away from slavery and the beginning of restoring the Han-style life.

At this moment, between the mixed teahouses, there are two customers sitting opposite a delicate tea table. One is Chen Qimei, who wears ink-framed glasses and a silver-gray suit, and the other wears Hanshang Youlie. They wandered in the sea of people in the tea garden, which was not eye-catching at all.

The five-spice melon seeds on the table have been taken a lot. Chen Qimei's fingers tapped the tea bowl, and her appearance was quite leisurely calling the teahouse to flush the water.

The tea room is coming. Chen Qimei slowly put down the "Revenation Daily" in her hand and said in a loud voice.

"I think this ruling emperor is sure!"

His tone was mixed with the noise of the side seat arguing about the market, which seemed very harmonious. After the teahouse rushed through the boiling water, he used to touching his glasses and whispered to Lao Xu.

"Now we are weak!"

Youlie nodded. Chen Qimei was telling the truth. There were only hundreds of members of the Xingzhong Association. With the overall situation of Guangfu, many comrades withdrew from the Xingzhong Association and changed to the Guangfu Association, which made the already weak Xingzhong Association suffer a serious blow. At the same time, he asked in a low voice.

"Our attack in the newspaper as Chen's wife is not obvious enough from now on."

"If it really doesn't work, take him... When the time comes back and the provinces will have no leaders, we can naturally..."

Chen Qimei said this without expression, but her eyes flashed sharply in the frame.

"I'm afraid it's impossible, not to mention that it's impossible for you to pass!"

"Women's benevolence!"

He muttered these four words in her heart, but Chen Qimei didn't say anything.

A book dealer shook the pictorial in his hand and walked through the crowd. Chen Qimei took out a box of matches and then calmly lit a paper cigarette. He looked at the outside street, and his expression could not calm down for a long time.

Originally, he joined the Revolutionary Party in order to seek promotion. Originally, according to his imagination, in the name of the Revolutionary Party and Mr. Sun, he could help him find a position in Zhenghai. But contrary to expectations, so far, the ruling axe has not been elected by the general election, and even the Xingzhong Association only exists as an "illegal political party".

He is not like his brother Chen Qicai. He has the experience of studying abroad. Naturally, it is impossible for him to enter the staff office of the ruling axe, but now the ruling axe has interrupted his way to squeeze into the political arena. Without fame and financial resources, it is impossible for them to enter the Shanghai Consultative Bureau like others, let alone become Shanghai. County magistrate.

In a word, the ordinary road has been cut off. At least in his opinion, that's the case. He disdains to take the civil service examination. In his opinion, those big affairs officials are far from what he pursues.

Although he co-sponsored the People's Daily in Shanghai to encourage the revolution and the republic, the circulation of the People's Daily is every time he hits the bottom. "The cause of restoration is about to be completed, and the country should turn to the cause of reconstruction in an all-round way". The ruling axe can always come up with new terms that encourage people's hearts, which is corresponding to the government opening up to the outside world. What is the "Ten-Year Task of Political Axe".

"30,000 kilometers of railways, 500,000 kilometers of roads, 600,000 schools, 1.5 million tons of ships, 5 million tons of steel, and 50 million students in school! 100 million literate citizens!"

Everyone dares to say big words, but a person like him who brags is rare in the world. Among other things, 600,000 schools, 50 million students, and 100 million literate citizens, let alone ten years, can't be achieved in 20 years.

"Do you think you can reach any agreement with him when he is in power this time?"

Suddenly, Chen Qimei's voice changed and turned to a few hundred meters away, and a meeting was about to be held.

Just as they were talking, there were also two people sitting there drinking tea in the tea garden, but their eyes were on their bodies. At this time, when they saw one of them ordering tea, one of them looked at them coldly. Compared with their conversation, they paid more attention to their behavior.

When the two left, they just followed. After Chen You separated outside the door, they followed each other.

Walking on the street, Chen Qimei looked at Nanjing, which looked like a construction site, and went straight to Zhonghua Road at Xiaguan Wharf. At this time, it was being widened. The dust on both sides of the road due to the widening of the road and the demolition of houses was raised in the air, making the city a little dirty and even a little choking.

On the roadside, at the beginning of Jiang Ning's name change to Nanjing, although Nanjing was financially constipated, the municipal axe seized the opportunity of the ruling axe to determine the capital of Nanjing and put forward the proposal to build the Chinese Avenue, which was adopted. Therefore, the ruling axe funded the construction of this road. It is expected that a 12-kilometer-long, 40-meter-wide and asphalt paved China Avenue will be built from the end of June this year to the Spring Festival next year, and the first batch of thousands of sycamore trees will be purchased from the Shanghai French Concession and planted on both sides of the road.

For a while, with the completion of the plan, a large-scale demolition of houses in Nanjing City began to widen the road. When the road was widened, new buildings were built on both sides at the same time, so as to present a new look for the new dynasty and the new capital.

The planning of this road is very simple. The municipal axe has drawn two lines on the map. The line is limited to two weeks to be dismantled, and the political axes that are not dismantled are dismantled for them. In order to speed up the construction, even the General Staff of the Restoration Army mobilized three engineering regiments to assist in road construction.

For Nanjing officials, they naturally understand that the buildings on both sides of China Avenue and China Avenue are all prepared for the new dynasty and even the new emperor, and naturally they will not hesitate. Of course, there are also some people who are unwilling to move away, but in the end, they may be afraid of causing any indignation to the new dynasty. Naturally, the political axe compensation is not stingy. They help them find rental housing outside the city and inside the city, and promise him to move back. Although the demolition of Nanjing City along the China Avenue is very quiet, it has not caused any wind. Wave.

When thinking about this in her heart, when Chen Qimei walked along the roadside, when she saw the warning sign "Please take a detour in front of the construction" marked in front of her, she just walked forward and didn't pay attention to this warning sign at all. She could walk half a mile less from where she went back from here.

Chen Qimei, who walked into the construction site, did not know that when he walked into the construction site marked with "a warning", the expressionless face of the man who had been following him showed a little sneer.

In a dug foundation on the roadside, construction workers are repairing sewers. On the original road, bricks, cement, wooden boards and other building materials are piled up on the left and right. Occasionally, passers-by will pass by. Many people choose to cross the construction site in order to walk less.

A peddler walked by Chen Qimei's side from the road covered with sacks, and Chen Qimei walked forward without thinking about the place he had passed. But when he stepped on the sacks, his feet were empty, and the whole person was sank with a scream.

The worker who was laying steel bars in the passage under the road first heard a scream, and then heard a muffled hum. He hurriedly turned around and saw that only one person was pierced by a steel bar stuck in a concrete block. With the sound of shouting, someone immediately surrounded the empty place and looked down. There was a person in the onlookers. After a sneer and a few more glances, he left the construction site like everyone else.

"...The steel bar pierces the chest and neck, and when the worker has not yet sawed the steel bar, it has already..."

At the time of reporting, Yule's expression could not hide his sadness. Sun Yat-sen, who rushed to the hospital from the hotel, looked at the body of the body. The white cloth covering the body had been stained with blood. He lifted the white cloth and looked at it, and suddenly burst into tears. When he saw that Chen Qimei had not closed his eyes, he closed his eyes for him before he muttered.

"Yingshi, rest in peace! I am responsible for all the responsibilities.

At this moment, Chen Qimei's eldest brother Chen Qicai came over. He walked to the bed and looked at **'s body with sadness on his face. From his brother to Nanjing, the two had only seen one side. After one side, he never saw his brother again, just because the two had different political views.

"The funeral of the heroes, if you lose my Great Wall!"

When Sun Yat-sen held Chen Qicai's hand, he couldn't hide his sadness.

"Thank you, Mr. Sun!"

Chen Qicai, wearing the military uniform of the Guangfu Army staff, just politely thanked him, and at the same time deliberately kept a distance from Sun Yat-sen. Soldiers need to stay away from politics, especially these politicians, not to mention the one in front of him who still holds political opinions against the rule of the government.

"Ashi, this must be a conspiracy! Yi Yingshi..."

Before the person who had just walked into the room finished speaking, Chen Qicai frowned.

"Conspiracy? That road was chosen by Mei herself, and she turned a blind eye to the warning signs on the road, so she suffered this disaster!"

After saying that, Chen Qicai looked at Sun Yat-sen and others in front of him, and then said politely.

"Mr. Sun, please forgive me for being rude. I still need to handle his beautiful funeral. If Mr. Sun doesn't mind, please come back!"

His words really surprised everyone in the room. In their opinion, Chen Qicai was too inhuman. However, Chen Qicai looks like a matter of course. In his opinion, whether his beauty died of the so-called conspiracy or accident, the real reason is that he "dismisses the police". Whether he crosses the construction site or joins the revolutionary party, he took it off in the past and now he wants to oppose the rule. It may be the best result to die in an accident now than to die in the future.

"Aishi, if you need any help!"

Sun Yat-sen nodded and left a 1,000 yuan industrial coupon. After leaving the ward, his expression looked a little ugly when he left the ward. Is this a conspiracy or an accident?

"Is it like an accident?"

Zhang Jing asked coldly without raising his head.

"The director, it should be said how the accident happened!"

Linke, standing in front of the director's desk, repeated a slightly more incent tone and said that he did have a reason to be proud. He planned such a simple and clean "accident" in a short time. It only took him 17 hours to arrange everything.

"The inquiry record of the police station shows that in the past ten days, he has been going back and forth to the construction site at least twice a day, instead of following the warning detour, which is supported by the people and workers nearby. After all, it is very conspicuous for such a polite scholar to walk through the construction site."

Lin Kefu explained there, and then he took out a few more photos in front of the director.

"The sack piece was laid by the workers themselves to prevent exposure to the sun at noon, and some support boards were also laid on it. Maybe he accidentally stepped on it and fell down, and the new steel bar on the bottom of the pool... Therefore, the police thought it was just an accident, and his family also recognized it, uh-huh-huh! Including his comrades! I also accepted this investigation report!"

Looking at those photos, Zhang Jing nodded.

"Well, it turned out to be an accident! It's a pity that he is still so young!"

When he said this sentence, Zhang Jing's face was full of the previous indifference, but there was more pity.

"There is nothing to say in the newspaper!"

"The director, the People's Daily is going to issue an obituary tomorrow, and it also agrees with the accidental death!"

"It's a pity!"

He shook his head and sighed. Zhang Jing's face was full of pity. At this time, he seemed to forget that this "accident" was ordered by him yesterday. This person was a little too bold to intend to assassinate the government, although it was just a suggestion. But such a person will not be killed! Where is God!

But if you want to kill, it also takes a lot of effort to work in the detective office. It must not be like the assassins in those novels, holding knives and guns in a big way, and it is not appropriate to kill and poison. The best way is to make an accident. Accidents are always inevitable.

"What a thing in the world! I can't say enough!"

Linkfu went on to follow the director's words.

"No one knows what will happen tomorrow, just like him. When he stepped on that wet linen piece, he never thought that his feet would be empty!"

"Yes! No one knows when the accident happened! But accidents are always happening!"

Zhang Jing's voice was not loud, but it seemed to remind him of something. Lin Kefu listened to the complacency on his face. It was not the time to be proud, not to mention that this is his profession, and he will continue to improve in the future.

"Keep an eye on the resident newspaper! Don't let them play the role of a civet cat for a prince.

At least it's not over until they publicly admit it was an accident. While talking, Zhang Jing put away all the documents on the table, and finally he raised his eyes and stared at Lin Kefu.

"Okay, go ahead!"

After Lin Kefu left, Zhang Jing nodded the document on the table and threw it into the wire basket. After watching the document burned out, he sighed. There were some things that had to be done. He understood what his identity was, and it was just a ruling dog. When the dog was looking at home, if someone wanted to provoke him. Before the master speaks, he needs to jump on them and tear them to pieces.

"The boss should be happy to know!"

Thinking about his face with some pride, but after being proud, his heart became a little uneasy. Will this kind of self-assertion be counterproductive?

"As long as your hands and feet are clean!"

"Is it really an accident?"

Chen Moran, who put down the newspaper, stared at Zhang Jing. It was too coincidental. The day before yesterday, Zhang Jing reported that Chen Qimei seemed to want to assassinate himself, and yesterday he had an accident.

"Yes, the eutuary in the People's Daily also agrees with the conclusion of the police!"

The rhetorical question of the ruling made Zhang Jing, who originally intended to ask for credit, quickly change his words when he came to his mouth.

Zhang Jing's previous desire to speak stopped, which made Chen Moran aware of the tricks in it. Although he was very disgusted with this kind of political assassination, perhaps it was because he first attacked his wife's identity and intended to assassinate himself. Chen Moran acquiesced to this fact, but while acquiesced to the accident, he stared at Zhang. Jing, Chen Moran continued to talk again.

"Last year's "Su Pao" case almost sounded a horn full of people. After Zou Rong was released, he was the only revolutionary I received. Although he accused me so much, I just laughed! He even told him, "History is written by a hot-blooded young man like him!"

With that, Chen Moran seemed to emerge again after he was released in Shanghai and came to Nanjing to blame the young man. When he said that history was written by the hot-blooded youth, Chen Moran muttered another sentence in his heart, "History is written by the future."

"I personally agree with the French philosopher Voltaire, who said, "I don't agree with you, but I swear to the death to defend your right to speak." This is not only a kind of mind that the ruler must hold, but also a kind of self-confidence."

Standing in front of the boss and listening to the boss's words, Zhang Jing beat the drum in his heart. He could clearly feel the torture in the boss's eyes when he said this. Maybe he had done something the boss wanted, but did the boss really like this kind of thing?

"The different thinking mode of the Manchu people, that is, the enemy, is essentially a manifestation of narrow weakness. In fact, this kind of thought comes from the lack of self-confidence in the heart. If you are confident enough, how can you care about what others say and give advice?"

After lighting a cigarette, Chen Moran closed his eyes. When he said this, he suddenly had a sense of relief in his heart. Recently, he has been very entangled with how to treat those revolutionaries. Their strength is not strong enough to shake the whole building. They can't contact the army, let alone form a team. The "revolutionary army" came to oppose himself, and Sun Yat-sen was not another person.

And they also do not have enough capital to enter the local advisory bureau, not to mention the ruling advisory office. It is just a five-year continuous tax payment, fixed occupation and residence, which has trapped the possibility of the weak revolutionary party to participate in the election.

Five years! This five years is very critical! History is written by the future! Chen Moran knows what kind of history he wants to write, not only to realize the blueprint of being dressed up by people in a hundred years of history, but also to write another history.

"I once said that the future China, whether it is imperialism or republicanism! At least, one thing we need to work hard to do is to build a country where a person is a man rather than a slave!"

After walking to the window and taking a deep cigarette, Chen Moran was silent again. He was fascinated by the feeling of excitement brought by power. He was also alert to the bloody fact behind that extreme power. He was unwilling to be a nobody and became a stepping stone to history. Similarly, he knew that little people and feet. The stone may also explode one day.

When he is in business, he can't treat workers well, so workers will strike, rise up and revolution one day. Similarly, when he can't be kind to the people, angry people may one day pull themselves to the street and execute themselves like wild dogs. Everything needs a degree.

"When Sun Wen came to rule, he talked to me about freedom and republic. I don't want to talk to him, but I respect his choice and also defend his own point of view. Facts are better than eloquence. When he talks about the revolution, we have restored the nation. This is our biggest capital. If we say that we If there are only a few hundred organizations that are not even a legal institution now, what about the future?

Chen Moran, who turned around, stared at Zhang Jing and just asked rhetorically.

"In the future, the enemies we need to face will stand in front of us one by one. Internal, external, and even imagine that these enemies will only be more powerful than Sun Wen? What should we do then? Kill them one by one?"

Silence, just silence, Zhang Jing can't fully accept this view of governance.

"We can kill a few politicians, but we can't kill everyone and enslave them! The Manchu Qing Dynasty has been enslaved this nation for more than 200 years. The only thing we need to do is not to kill people because of those miscellaneous voices and prove the correctness of political enemies with our own fears. What is more important than correcting the 260-year-old slave thought of this nation?

Chen Moran shook his head.

"I don't think so! And this kind of opposition is necessary to eliminate the idea of slavery. At least one thing is right about them, and it is the same as us to "create an era of human beings."

"Governing, there is a saying that I don't know whether to say it or not!"

Listening to the boss's words, Zhang Jing, who had been silent, suddenly looked up at the boss. This was the first time he had looked at the boss like this.

"Tay!"

A few seconds later, after Zhang Jing said a word, the room fell into a dead silence. After long meditation, Chen Moran lit a cigarette, which exposed the fear in Chen Moran's heart. If he was in a good mood, he might light a cigar.

Will it really be like what Zhang Jing said? No! No way!

(For the father of the country, speechless, very respectful, always like this, from the future change, he ranks first among the three most respected modern Chinese historical figures in the heart of speechless.

As for being emperor, on the one hand, the right to choose is given to the people, that is, the people in the book. On the other hand, in order to maximize the interests in the future, you will understand that as for eliminating dissidents by despicable means, the protagonist will always do it.

The protagonist rises too fast, and his interior itself is unstable. Speculators, restorers, and revolutionaries can be said to be a mixture of fish and dragons. In the face of mixed subordinates, if he can't categorically exclude dissidents by despicable means, what will be the end? Of course, this exclusion must be controlled within a limited range. To be honest, this chapter is very entangled. To a certain extent, speechless does not like this means. After all, speechless desire is a good political order.

But in the end, I chose to kill with a knife! Perhaps only in this way can the protagonist face the fact that he does not want to face. Finally, Chen Qimei said, "Only the Revolutionary Party will be assassinated"!)

(to be continued)