Chapter 27 Big Wave![!]

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The light rain finally stopped completely. The early morning sun shone into the room through a scorching heat. Du Haisheng was very lazy. What he did last night made him look in a good mood. Whether he did it or not, at least he had a clear conscience, and his name as a prophet would be recorded in history.

Zhao Weier and Fu Hong didn't know how long they chatted last night. The sun was about to roast her buttocks. Before she got up, Du Haisheng passed by her room, the door was still locked.

When I came to the hall and ate something casually, I saw that there was nothing on the table. I couldn't help frowning and asked Zhang's mother, who was cleaning for a living, "Mother Zhang, hasn't today's newspaper arrived yet, or has Wu's housekeeper put it into the study?"

Zhang's mother put away the broom in her hand, sighed and said, "According to this time, the newspaper should have been delivered, but it is said that the newspaper delivery person was hijacked halfway. Do you think it's strange? Those people don't rob money or kill people, just for the newspaper in the hands of the newspaper sender. This is really strange, my old lady. It's the first time I've heard that this newspaper can be robbed in Shanghai for so many years.

"Oh, where's Housekeeper Wu?"

Du Haisheng didn't think much about it. The world is full of strange things. Especially in the Republic of China, the government will adopt a high-pressure attitude towards the statements in newspapers that are unfavorable to the authorities, which is also Lao Jiang's consistent style.

"Housekeeper Wu went out early in the morning."

"Forget it, I'd better go back and read the book for a while!"

Zhao Weier and Fu Hong haven't woken up yet. There is only one old woman in Zhao's apartment, and there is no common language. Du Haisheng, who felt a little bored, stood up and went up the stairs...

It's already noisy and lively outside because of his article yesterday, but he doesn't know anything about what to do.

"Extra, Extra, Mu Eleven comment article, declaration exclusive publication, workers' armed riot, victory - the beginning of the tragedy!"

"Extra, extra..."

The figure of the newspaper boy shuttled through the streets and alleys, and his voice was tender but loud, echoing in the air.

"Hm? Did the revolutionary armed forces have such a comment as soon as they won?

"One."

"I'll have one too!"

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There is not much time, and the declaration in the hands of the newspaper boy has been robbed. Several newspaper boys are very happy to meet. Today, the sales speed of this newspaper is exactly twice as fast as before. If only such comments were made every day. These newspaper boys who make a living by selling newspapers have seen the hope of life.

For a while, the whole streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses, as long as they are illiterate and care about national affairs, they all hold a "Declaration" in their hands, and the content they pay attention to is the article published by the author of Mu Eleven, victory - the beginning of tragedy!

"What's written about this? It's simply a child telling a joke. Such an article can also be published. What does the declaration do?"

In the pub, two men and two women sat in front of a square table. The two men were dressed in Zhongshan clothes, and the two women were dressed in gray cheongsam. They looked like a nearby college student, holding a "Declaration" in each hand. One of the men wearing glasses couldn't help but frown, and then patted the table and stood up, even disdainfully accusing. Get up.

This person is Li Wenbo, the chairman of the Shanghai University Alliance who once appeared in Zhao's apartment!

"Brother Wenbo, what are you doing? If you have different opinions, you can express them and talk about them. Why are you so angry?"

A weak and sweet-looking girl was obviously shocked by Li Wenbo's sudden action. She hesitated for a moment before she persuaded her.

"At least two realities in this article have not been clarified!"

Li Wenbo took a long breath, calmed down, sat down, and was too lazy to continue reading this article.

"First, what's the difference between Chiang Kai-shek and the homeless dog now? Even if the workers' armed riot touches the nerves of some people, it should be the Wuhan National Government, Wang Jingwei, the current national government, there is no place for Jiang. This article says that Lao Jiang is very dissatisfied with the Shanghai Workers' Pickets. And fear, what is it? It has nothing to do with it.

"Second, the workers' armed picket team has just succeeded in the third armed riot. It is in the limelight, which is the trend of public opinion. Lao Jiang and Wang Jingwei are the commander-in-chief of the Northern Expeditionary Army. He originally advocated the cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party of China and the success of the riot. He should be happy. He should not only commend him, but also attack the workers' armed picket. This is like a man who wants to kill his nephew. He doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, green and red, black and white. It's simply nonsense. Such an article is not as good as shit. It's pure nonsense. It's just a big smile."

With that, Li Wenbo casually threw the "Declaration" on the table out of the restaurant, and his disdain was all written on his face...

And on the street, most of the people who have read this article are as indignant as Li Wenbo, thinking that the author is purely looking for nothing to do and grandstanding.

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At this time, the security headquarters has been occupied by the workers' picket. It was temporarily used as the headquarters. In the conference room on the second floor, the curtains had fallen, and the light shone around the wall!

More than a dozen people sat at the conference table and looked at the article on the table. The faces were solemn, and some of them were even distorted because of anger.

Everyone present was the leader of the workers' picket team. A man about thirty years old, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit and a kind face sat in the middle, and only he kept a smile on his face.

"Everyone says, how is this article written?"

"Bullshit!"

A middle-aged man had a solemn expression, with a trace of disdain in his eyes. In one sentence, two words, concise and made a comment on Du Haisheng's article.

"Ha ha, let's just discuss and discuss. Of course, we have different opinions. We are calm and have different opinions. We can talk about it. We can express our own opinions. There is no need to be so angry..."

The man in Zhongshan clothes always carries that kindness, waving his hand to signal the middle-aged man to calm down and not be too impulsive.

"The success of the armed riot is to liberate the workers in the world, let the people be the masters of the family, and cooperate with the Kuomintang and the Communist Party. Lao Jiang can't do such a despicable business. According to my opinion, disarm the workers' picket and signal to Jiang Zhongzheng that our Communist Party coexist peacefully. I still insist on the past. The proposition is to do more people's work, do not participate in the army, do not engage in military work, do not participate in the new government in the area occupied by the Northern Expeditionary Army, do not become an official, and always regard themselves as an " opposition party"; those who have already participated must withdraw, otherwise they will be expelled from the party to avoid "doing hard work for others" and "creating a situation of victory for others to oppress us" As a result, the more the Northern Expedition expands, the stronger the military and political power of the right wing of the Kuomintang is.

"Chen Duxiu..."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a slightly young man stood up, with a cold expression and called his name rudely.

"What do you call me? In the party, I'm the secretary. What are you? Have you taught me to talk to your superiors like this?"

Chen Duxiu sat there, with his hands on his chest, his face was ferocious, and he scolded him harshly. The atmosphere in the field was suddenly full of the pungent smell of gunpowder.

"I..."

The young man gritted his teeth angrily and said, "Secretary Chen, this is a serious right-leaning idea. If you give up armament, it is equivalent to our Communist Party tying our hands and feet and letting others slaughter it wantonly. Isn't such things cheap for him, Jiang Zhongzheng, revolution, revolution, in the final analysis, armed? The struggle with the armed forces, giving up the armed forces, handing over the military power, and giving up the fruits of victory are a sign of weakness and incompetence. Once this is done, who else will support the revolution in the world's workers, brothers and sisters, poor people?

"Hmm, right-leaningism, it's better not to buckle this big hat randomly. It's better to give up armed forces than to make wedding clothes for others and let Lao Jiang usurp the fruits of victory."

"Guys, I want to remind you that today's main discussion is this article. Is there such a possibility? Let's talk about not joining the army and giving up armaments later."

"In other words, everyone is discussing the problem. This article seems to be nonsense, but it is also unique. It is strange that the success of the workers' armed riots this time makes people see hope, but some of them are also complacent and feel that the riot is successful, the revolution is also a success, and then the production If you have a paralyzed thought, this kind of thought will be very dangerous.

In the middle, a gentlemanly man in a suit and a black tie saw the deadlock at the scene, and the smell of gunpowder was too heavy. He also advised him, hoping to ease the stalemate in the end.

"The analysis of Jiechen is very thorough. This article may be just nonsense, but it is enough for us to face up to the problems and difficulties we face at this stage. Jiang will not watch the worker picket team gradually grow."

Du Haisheng lay on his little **, constantly summarizing the gains and losses during the period of rebirth, and thinking about the future.

Today, a sudden idea makes him seem to see hope, but it lacks too many elements and foundations, forces, and powerful forces, which is what he urgently needs most now.

Leaving Zhao's apartment has become an irrevocable fact. As for Zhao Weier, as his savior, Du Haisheng will not forget this, but now is not the time to repay.

He is thinking about how to make his life after his rebirth more fulfilling and meaningful. Whether he dominates Shanghai or be the richest man in the country, even if he is a beggar, he must be vigorous.

When people in the streets and alleys are out of hand because of his article.

Du Haisheng still looks leisurely and complax, but he didn't know that his article would cause an uproar in the whole city of Shanghai...