Now in China, there are two cities in China, one is Shanghai and the other is Tianjin. Tianjin has many concessions, and compared with Shanghai, the concessions in Tianjin are larger and more prosperous. Tianjin is called the Gate of the East, which shows Tianjin's international status.

At this time, people in Tianjin streets fought a great victory to celebrate the National Defense Forces, singing and dancing, gongs and drums were loud, firecrackers were roaring, red flags were roaring, and crowds of people...

Duan Qirui sat in the car and looked outside. He was his son Duan Hongye. Since April, although the weather has been getting better and better, Duan Qirui's health has become worse and worse. He often coughs and is diagnosed with chronic bronchitis and needs to be recuperated slowly. Duan Hongye was originally called the fourth son of the Republic of China, but after Duan Qirui stepped down, he could only be an idle person. Because he had no ability, he could not do anything for a long time. He was unemployed and was just at home, just serving his father.

This car is a car of the National Defense Forces. Wang Maoru specially asked senior officers to be equipped with retired officers of the National Defense Forces. Not only Duan Qirui had it, but also other warlords who stepped down from the field were also included. Duan Qirui did not embezzle and bribe, and he had to bargain for rice and noodles on weekdays, so he could afford it. So the Defense Forces Military Headquarters were thoughtful. As long as these warlords who did not live in the concession in China, they all took the retirement of senior officers of the National Defense Forces as the standard. Duan Qirui did not want to enjoy it, but today he was coughing severely and had to take a car to treat.

"General, there is a blockage in front of you." Driver Xiao Wang parked the car aside and said helplessly.

"How can these damn people parade to the sky?" Duan Hongye said. "There was parade at the beginning of the year, and it was mid-year and parade again, and it was endless. Parades. Alas, Dad, why do they have such great enthusiasm and energy? Don't say that I am parading now, I'm out of breath when I go out to walk three miles."

"Bastard!" Duan Qirui glared and scolded, and Duan Hongye quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake.

Duan Qirui raised his hand and wanted to beat him up, but when he thought that his son was 34 or 5 years old, he was no longer as good as before. He had to put down his hand and said, "You, what do you know? It's better to have more celebrations." The driver laughed. The old general treated his son like a child of a few years old. If Duan Hongye made him angry, he would either beat him or scold him. He completely forgot that his grandson was almost ten years old. He treated his son like a teenager.

Duan Qirui looked at the driver Xiao Wang and asked, "By the way, your name is Xiao Wang, right?"

The driver Xiao Wang was about to vomit blood immediately and said quickly: "General, just call me Xiao Wang, don't call me Xiao Wang."

Duan Hongye couldn't help but feel happy, Duan Qirui hurriedly said, "Yes, Xiao Wang. How many years have you been in the army?"

"I've been in the army for two years."

"What do you think of the Grand Marshal Shangwu?" Duan Qirui asked with a smile. He wanted to know Wang Maoru in the hearts of these ordinary soldiers.

The driver Xiao Wang immediately said without hesitation: "He is the country's savior. He is the only hope to lead the country's strength. He is the supreme leader of our National Welfare Army. The sword of the general Shangwu pointed to. It is the passionate desire of our generation. Even if we die, we should enter the Lingxiao Pavilion of China, and after death, we will be a heavenly soldier and general."

After hearing what the driver Xiao Wang said, Duan Qirui was stunned and said for a while: "Do you really think so?"

"Yes." The driver Xiao Wang said seriously, "The Marshal Shangwu is the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei. Will he not be a heavenly soldier and general in the future?"

Duan Qirui smiled bitterly. The driver said the previous words with a righteous face and was very polite, but when he heard the evil spirits behind him, the Ziwei Emperor Heavenly Soldiers and Generals came out, he thought to refute it, but when he saw Xiao Wang's pious expression, he knew that Xiao Wang would not believe it even if he said it. The brainwashing of the National Defense Army soldiers was so successful, Duan Qirui couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Wang Maoru, if he did that act of becoming an emperor in the future, he would probably be many times stronger than Yuan Shikai. Yuan Shikai paid attention to the admiration of the soldiers in the army in the early days, and later he paid more attention to politics rather than military affairs. But Wang Maoru was different. Wang Maoru always paid attention to the military thought and brainwashing education in the army at all times.

"Oh, if Wang Maoru proclaimed himself emperor, I'm afraid no one could stop him." Duan Qirui thought helplessly.

At this time, the marching crowd shouted: "Long live the National Defense Force! Long live the Grand Marshal Shangwu!"

"Long live!" More people shouted, "Long live the Great Marshal Shangwu!"

Duan Qirui looked at the excited crowd from afar, stroked his beard, and felt all kinds of feelings in his heart. The more capable the person who leads China to prosperity, the more dangerous he is to become the next emperor. I hope that his original choice was not wrong, Wang Maoru is not a dictator.

"Xiao Wang, drive, go back." Duan Qirui ordered.

"Father, aren't you going to the hospital?" Duan Hongye asked.

"Let's go another day." Duan Qirui looked at the increasing crowd of parades and said with a wry smile: "I'm afraid it's inconvenient today..."

In a certain room, several middle-aged men looked unswervingly. During this period, someone said angrily: "Wang Shangwu is becoming more and more arrogant. When will our country's democracy come?" These people are domestic reporters of the newly established Fengyue Society. After accidentally seeing books introducing American democracy and the Chinese translation of the American Declaration of Independence, they were very surprised by the freedom and democracy of the Americans. They also saw that China's current national conditions are semi-democratic and semi-militarism, so they secretly formed a Fengyue Society club. Of course, these people are just criticizing the bad policies, which are considered like-minded groups of like-minded mouths.

"I think the biggest obstacle to democracy in China today is Wang Shangwu." A person wearing glasses named Li Gongzhi was originally a reporter from Jinan, Shandong. He made some money by running errands for foreigners. Later, after Wang Mao ordered the rectification of the newspaper communication industry, an unqualified wild reporter like him lost his job and no one dared to use him again. When he was in Jinan, he was beaten by several Shandong men for slandering the Chinese in the newspaper. Now he has come to Tianjin and found a job in inquiring about news in the concession. It was a coincidence that he joined this Fengyue Society. With the acumen of wild reporters, he keenly felt that this Fengyue Society would have some thoughts in the future. Therefore, he pretended to be indignant when chatting, but in fact he guided everyone's thinking direction at all times.

But someone was a little scared at this time, and quickly changed the subject and said that Wang Maoru's bad words were not something that ordinary people could say. Everyone quickly lowered their heads and said nothing. Li Gongzhi said angrily: "You guys, alas! The traditional domestic culture is so dross, and if it is not completely Westernized, the country will not be the country!" Seeing that everyone did not dare to agree, he beat his chest and stamped his feet: "Here, it is not even as good as the Ming Dynasty, alas." He showed helplessness that he had to lower his head and play with his camera. Suddenly someone started to make a noise. He looked up and saw the crowd in the middle of the intersection not far from the teahouse. With the sensitivity of the newsman, he immediately stood up and shouted: "Look, what's going on?"

Everyone stretched their necks to look over, and a few foreigners were surrounded in the center.

"Let's go and take a look." Li Gongzhi immediately ran down and pushed the crowd away. When he saw a few foreigners standing in front of a car with the flag of the West Extractor, he muttered in his heart, "China and Spain have just established diplomatic relations. Could it be the Spanish ambassador? But it seems that there is no Spanish concession in Tianjin? Where did this group of people come from?"

"What's going on?" Li Gongzhi quickly asked the others, and someone on the side hurriedly said, "Uncle Yang drove the old lady and hit her. Isn't that..."

Several foreigners carefully inspected the car's face, muttered, and looked at the old Chinese lady lying on the ground with contempt. A foreign man raised his crutch and knocked on a young man watching the fun, and said in a fluent Beijing film: "You, take her too far aside."

"Ah?" the young man who was beaten was startled and said, "You have hit someone to death, you have hit someone to death."

"Crash people to death?" The foreigner who spoke Chinese said arrogantly: "What do we hit people to death? She deliberately hit the car. I have seen this situation a lot in Beijing. Don't think we are foreigners and dare to blackmail us! This old lady dares to blackmail us. The quality of Chinese people is really poor."

At this time, the old lady carrying a basket was knocked out by a car and woke up leisurely. She spoke in Henan dialect and said, "What's going on? Why am I dizzy?"

The foreigner said disdainfully: "You fraudster, get out of our car immediately."

It was probably the first time the old lady saw this kind of formation. She was frightened and wanted to avoid it, but as soon as she moved, she found that her legs and feet were extremely moved. She touched it with her hands and felt a piercing pain. She was so painful that she was sweating all over her head and couldn't help but scream.

"You can really pretend." The foreigner sneered, "You dare to blackmail us. You must know that we are from the Spanish Empire, the great global empire. It is really embarrassing for the Chinese to blackmail us."

The old lady was so scared that she was timid, but it hurt so much. Li Gongzhi immediately took a photo when he saw this. When the foreigner saw it, he knocked him with a crutch and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

Li Gongzhi hurriedly smiled and said, "The Chinese people have low quality, and extortion has become a trend, especially those in Henan. Our social elites should criticize them in the newspaper."

The foreigner nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's great, it's still you who are our foreigners' friends."

Li Gongzhi hurried and humbly smiled: "Traditional culture is extremely dregs, and it is the right way to Westernize as soon as possible - I'm sorry, I said some of the issues you are involved in. In short, we should learn from Western civilization."

A young man from Tianjin might have been angrily saying, "Why are you talking lies with your eyes open? You are really a second-genius! Why are you still scolding your compatriots? Are you a human being?" The others immediately started to blame him, scolding Li Gongzhi instead, but instead helping foreigners to persecute his own people.
Chapter completed!