The "Second Revolution" completely failed. When news came from all over the country, Chen Qimei, who was hiding in the Shanghai Concession, received the news and her eyes turned dark and fainted.

Since the failure of the battle to create the game, Chen Qimei has fallen into the root of the disease. Now his face is pale and his eyes are deep and deep. He is half lying on the bed. He has long lost his former spirit and suave appearance.

"Brother, everything has been arranged. We will get on the boat at 9 o'clock in the evening." Jiang Zhiqing quickly stepped into the house. When he saw Chen Qimei's appearance, he couldn't help but feel ache in his heart, and he leaned into his ear softly.

"Arriving on the boat? Where to go?" Chen Qimei murmured to herself with a blank look on her eyes.

"Go to Japan."

"Japan...Japan...? No! I won't go! I won't go to Japan!" After chanting a few words in his mouth, he suddenly sat up and shouted with an extremely excited expression.

"Brother, the doctor said you can't be excited. Lying down, lying down first..." Jiang Zhiqing hurriedly held him down, picked up the cup beside the bed with one hand and fed it to Chen Qimei, comforting him: "If you have something to say, don't be excited. Brother, your health is important now!"

"No! I won't go to Japan!" After lying back, Chen Qimei shook her head stubbornly.

Sighing, Jiang Zhiqing advised: "The revolutions in various places have failed now, and the Beiyang forces are huge. I am afraid that there will be many dangers when you and I will continue to stay in China. Furthermore, the Beijing government has appointed my elder brother as the head of the rebellion and informed them of the arrests in various places. Although the concession is still safe for the time being, if... Brother, let's go! Go to Japan to avoid it, the future is long!"

"Why are you going to Japan? Go to Sun Yat-sen to protect him? I don't want to see this villain!" Chen Qimei clenched her fists and beat her on the bed weakly, gritting her teeth and scolding: "If he hadn't left us and ran away alone, causing people to be disintegrated, how could the situation have become like this? Sun Yat-sen! Sun Dapao! I will never forgive you!"

"Brother..." Jiang Zhiqing was speechless. Chen Qimei said it right. Although the war of creation failed, the revolutionary party forces were deeply rooted in Shanghai, especially the grassroots gangs. If Sun Yat-sen did not leave them behind, he would gather the remaining troops to continue to deal with his opponents. In the end, who would win the death of the opponent. In addition, Sun Yat-sen suddenly fled the country, which brought an inevitable impact on the overall situation of the revolution. Everyone in the revolutionaries who had lost their backbone were panicked and suddenly became a mess. It can be said that Sun Yat-sen had an unshirkable responsibility for the failure of the Second Revolution.

However, in Jiang Zhiqing's view, Sun Yat-sen's departure may be a reason, but whether from the comparison of the strength of both sides or the people's views on the Second Revolution, their failure is actually not unfair. However, Chen Qimei, who has suffered a major setback, was unable to relieve her anger, and she put all her dissatisfaction and anger on Sun Yat-sen.

After thinking about it, Jiang Zhiqing persuaded him tactfully, never mentioning Sun Wen's name again, but just asked him to stay with the green mountains and go abroad for the time being. Even if he doesn't want to go to Japan, he has to leave Shanghai first. It is a way to change the route and go to Europe and the United States.

After much verbal talk, he finally convinced Chen Qimei. Jiang Zhiqing, who breathed a sigh of relief, asked him to rest well and come over before leaving.

"Ruiyuan, what did the governor say?" He Yingqin, who was anxiously waiting outside, asked hurriedly.

Nodded, Jiang Zhiqing signaled that it was fine. The two of them whispered and quickly walked into another room, discussing their arrangements for leaving the country tonight.

Just after seven o'clock that night, a car quietly stopped at the door. After a while, Jiang Zhiqing and He Yingqin helped Chen Qimei get in the car. They didn't take anyone except the driver's confidant, and left in the dark.

For safety reasons, I first walked around the concession and confirmed that no one was following me before heading to Shirupu Pier. By the time the pier was at 8:30 pm, the Japanese cruise ship Ehamaru was docked there. As long as I got on the boat, everything would be safe.

After finding a remote place to stop the car, Jiang Zhiqing did not ask Chen Qimei to get off the car, but went down to take a look around himself, and then came back after confirming that it was safe.

"Brother, let's go."

"Oh..." Sighing, Chen Qimei looked back at the direction of the city, got off the car in a heavy mood, and walked slowly towards the entrance with Jiang Zhiqing's support. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help looking back. Two lines of tears fell involuntarily. Perhaps he knew in his heart that he might never come back. Looking back on the scenes of the past, Chen Qimei stopped.

"Brother, it's not safe here, let's get on the boat!" Jiang Zhiqing advised anxiously, and He Yingqin looked around with vigilance. There were so many people here, and it would be a big trouble if someone recognized him.

"Let's go... let's go..." Chen Qimei stood silently for a while, and shook her head helplessly, but just as they were about to continue moving forward, suddenly there was a noise around, and a group of soldiers appeared from somewhere.

"Brother! Go quickly! Go quickly! Please help you stop me here!" Jiang Zhiqing knew that something was wrong, and he was very anxious! He pushed Chen Qimei forward with one hand and urged He Yingqin to take him to run to the side of the boat. He pulled out a pistol from his waist and aimed at the direction of shaking the flashlight with one shot.

The crisp gunfire pierced the quiet night sky, and the entire pier was suddenly in panic. The soldiers rushing over hurriedly looked for cover and shot and fought back.

Just one pistol could not stop the other party at all. Jiang Zhiqing, who was running while shooting, was shot in the foot and staggered to the ground, but he still gritted his teeth and shot at the other party desperately, and shouted loudly to ask Chen Qimei to run quickly.

"Catch the alive! Be careful not to kill him!" The surrounding soldiers gradually approached, and there seemed to be an official shouting. At the same time, Chen Qimei, who had already run out of more than ten meters, stopped when she saw that Jiang Zhiqing had been shot and fell to the ground, and was still trying hard to cover him.

"Don't shoot! We surrender! We surrender!" Chen Qimei suddenly broke free from He Yingqin's arm and ran back to Jiang Zhiqing in a few steps. Seeing his legs bleeding, he shouted loudly with tears flowing.

"Let's go! Brother, please leave!" Jiang Zhiqing was anxious and pushed Chen Qimei to ask him to run quickly, but Chen Qimei didn't run away. Instead, she sat down on the spot, tore off her shirt and bandaged Jiang Zhiqing's wound, showing a long-lost smile on her face.

At this time, He Yingqin also ran back, his face as gray as a face, holding a pistol, guarding Chen Qimei. The soldiers had already approached and surrounded all three of them.

"Ruiyuan, Jingzhi, throw away the gun." Chen Qimei said calmly, and went to pull Jiang Zhiqing's hand holding the gun.

"Brother! Why don't you run away?" Jiang Zhiqing cried loudly and beat the ground. The situation was hopeless. It was meaningless to resist stubbornly now, so he had no choice but to throw the gun down.

"Where are you from? I am Chen Qimei. We surrender, don't shoot!" Chen Qimei stood up slowly and looked at the approaching soldiers and said calmly.

"Report to Governor Chen, I am Zhang Huchen, the captain of the Gendarmerie of the Eighth Division of the Army!" A burly officer came over and stood attentively to Chen Qimei and saluted. Chen Qimei raised her hand and replied, pointing to Jiang Zhiqing and said, "It turns out that he is Captain Zhang of the Eighth Division. I can go with you, but my brother is injured, so please help Captain Zhang."

"Don't worry." Zhang Huchen nodded, and called two soldiers to raise Jiang Zhiqing and sent him to the hospital for treatment. To be honest, Zhang Huchen admired Jiang Zhiqing and Chen Qimei very much. He could see clearly what happened just now. In order to cover Chen Qimei, Jiang Zhiqing dared to shoot against them with just one pistol to win time for him to escape. As for Chen Qimei, he gave up the possibility of escaping and resolutely turned around and was with his brother.

Watching the injured Jiang Zhiqing get into the car, Chen Qimei nodded slightly, indicating that she could leave with Zhang Huchen. Zhang Huchen did not use any means to Chen Qimei, but politely asked him to get into another car. As for He Yingqin, he also took him back at the same time.

After arresting Chen Qimei, Zhang Huchen did not imprison him in the military camp, nor did he throw him into the prison, but instead directly dragged him to a residential area in a small town in the suburbs.

"Governor Chen, the conditions here are a little worse, please feel a little wronged for the time being." Zhang Huchen took him into a yard and said.

Chen Qimei looked around. It was a small courtyard in Jiangnan. Although it was not big, it was very elegant. It was probably the place where the Eighth Division requisitioned. He nodded without saying much, and went directly into the room prepared for him.

After explaining a few words, he prepared some daily necessities for Chen Qimei, leaving four guards behind and left. Looking at Zhang Huchen's departure back, after the door was closed, Chen Qimei's body, which had been holding on to the ground, felt weak and she sat down and sighed to the sky.

The next morning, Zhang Huchen brought breakfast to Chen Qimei and told him that Jiang Zhiqing's operation was very successful and that the bullet had been removed and there would be no problems. He was also asked to live here for the time being, and someone would come to see him in the next few days.

Chen Qimei didn't say much, and even asked who would come to see him. She silently said nothing and went back to the house after dinner.

It was not until noon on the third day that Chen Qimei, who was half lying in the yard to rest, suddenly heard footsteps coming. She opened her eyes and looked at the gate. She saw a young man with a somewhat familiar face entering the yard accompanied by Zhang Huchen.

"Governor Chen, we meet again." The young man came to Chen Qimei with a smile and sat on a chair brought by Zhang Huchen.

"Are you..." After a few glances, Chen Qimei still didn't remember who this person was, but she felt that she looked very familiar.

"Haha, we have seen Mr. Huang Keqiang's funeral." Fang Zida reminded with a smile.

"You are Fang Zida! Song Jiaoren's man, you... no wonder! No wonder! You are now the deputy commander of the Eighth Division!" After a sudden realization, Chen Qimei immediately remembered. Fang Zida was wearing a suit, and he didn't think about it at the Eighth Division, otherwise he would have guessed it long ago.

"Governor Chen has a good memory. I am Fang Zida. It's the second time we have met." Fang Zida smiled and nodded, picked up the teacup on the small table and savored it with great pleasure.
Chapter completed!