Jin Yuanneng has been from a small worker to control half of the Hong Kong Workers' Association for more than ten years. Of course, he would not be moved by Deng Zhongxia's words. He was also quickly thinking about the great relationship between participating and not participating. Let's participate. He just had an appointment with the Hong Kong Governor here, and he regretted it so quickly. It was difficult to talk to meet in the future. But then he thought about it, the consequences of not participating seemed to be worse. First of all, his reputation was ruined. After Sun Yat-sen's death, the revolution in Guangdong developed faster. So the powerful Gui Jun was finished. The Guangdong government had a higher reputation among the people of Hong Kong. All political activities in Guangzhou could quickly resonate among the Chinese in Hong Kong. If there was no suitable reason, he would definitely be scolded as a lackey of the British. People's hearts would disperse and the team would be difficult to lead. Besides, the British were not a good thing, and there was no need to suffer for them.

After thinking it through, Huang Jinyuan asked Deng Zhongxia: "Strike to seek benefits for the workers' brothers. Of course, brothers support me, tell me what you think, I can explain to the brothers below."

Deng Zhongxia and Yang Yin seemed to have known that he would ask this. After the two exchanged glances, Deng Zhongxia said calmly: "President Huang, you know the development of the domestic situation. The British not only massacres in Shanghai, but also in Hankou, Jiujiang and Nanjing. They regard us Chinese as pigs and dogs and slaughter them at will. Therefore, the purpose of our strike is to declare that we Chinese are united and not afraid of the great powers and carry out the struggle to the end; secondly, the Chinese have never had a political status in Hong Kong, and the British are never allowed to live in the place of residence. The punishments of the British and Chinese are different from those in violation of the law. Therefore, our strike not only supports the resistance of domestic workers, but also strives for democracy and freedom for our Chinese in Hong Kong."

Yang Yin continued: "Our idea is to launch all workers in Hong Kong to strike. Not only the General Office of the Workers' Union, but also the Westernization Affairs Office, trams, machines, etc., and the general strike that all workers participated in, turning Hong Kong into a dead port and a stinky port..."

After hearing this, Huang Jinyuan took a deep breath. It was not a matter of tens of thousands of people, but hundreds of thousands of people. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it. He took a heavy breath to stabilize his emotions, and then he found that Deng Zhongxia and Yang Yin were looking at him. He handed the cigarette box to both of them, and Deng Zhongxia and Yang Yin also lit it.

"What a great spirit. Brother, there are probably hundreds of thousands of people participating."

"Yes, hundreds of thousands of workers are going to participate to declare our determination to the British imperialists."

"Workers will return to the mainland after the strike?"

"Yes. Go back to Guangzhou, we will establish a strike command in Guangzhou, and the workers will be scattered to ports in various places to block Hong Kong." Deng Zhongxia said.

Huang Jinyuan immediately realized that hundreds of thousands of workers participated in the strike, and the daily food expenses were tens of thousands, and other expenses, it would take 100,000 yuan to deal with it every day. This was a huge amount of funds.

"How much does it cost. Do you have that much money?"

"In terms of funding, Guangdong Base Camp agreed to support some, and others. We can organize fundraising and mobilize workers and overseas Chinese across the country to support us." Yang Yin said.

"In addition, some workers can also arrange to go to work. Mr. Liao Zhongkai once said that the base camp has a road construction plan, which requires some workers." Deng Zhongxia added.

"Who are the general command center composed of?" Huang Jinyuan asked

"The members of the General Command are elected by the trade unions." Deng Zhongxia replied.

"Okay, I'll do it." Huang Jinyuan no longer had any doubts. He was elected by the trade unions. He had half of the trade unions in Hong Kong. The chairman of the strike committee naturally had no choice. He would not want more than 100,000 yuan a day at that time. 1% would be enough. Those who would not do such famous and profitable things would be fools.

After hearing Huang Jinyuan agree to join, Deng Zhongxia and Yang Yin finally breathed a sigh of relief. Half of the success of winning the Federation of Workers' Associations.

While they were negotiating with Huang Jinyuan, Huang Mingcheng took two people to distribute leaflets at the entrance of the workshop, and many workers in the places where they couldn't understand the leaflets surrounded them and listened to them preaching the meaning of the strike.

Guangzhou Huanghuagang, the cemetery of the Seventy-Two Martyrs, a place where the martyrs died in that shocking battle that made the world and the earth and weeping ghosts and gods fourteen years ago.

Surrounded by green pines and cypresses, the goddess of liberty holds a torch, burning her unyielding soul; her grand spirit is engraved forever, and the yellow flowers in the garden are shining; the cemetery is solemn and dignified.

Zhuang Jihua accompanied Yu Peidi to offer flowers to the tombs of the seventy-two martyrs. Then the two of them followed the tomb passage to admire the deeds of the martyrs recorded in Jigongfang. Yu Peidi was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and neither of them spoke. When they reached a tombstone, Yu Peidi put the flowers in his hand under the monument. Zhuang Jihua saw that the name engraved on it was Yu Peilun.

"Your relative?" Zhuang Jihua asked softly.

Yu Peidi bowed three times silently, his eyes turned slightly red. It took a while before he said: "."

After Xiong Kewu and his party arrived in Guangzhou, for some reason, they all went in and out, which made it difficult for Zhuang Jihua to find an opportunity to talk to them alone. It was not until yesterday that Zhuang Jihua received the report that Yu Peidi was going to Huanghuagang to pay homage to the 72 martyrs today, while Xiong Kewu and Zhang Chong were going to the military headquarters to visit Xu Chongzhi. In other words, today is when Yu Peidi is alone, Zhuang Jihua must seize this opportunity. Therefore, Zhuang Jihua happened to meet Yu Peidi and accompanied him to Huanghuagang.

I heard that it was Yu Peidi's brother, Zhuang Jihua hurriedly bowed three times.

Yu Peidi whispered: "Thank you."

"No thanks, this is my respect for my ancestors, not because he is your brother." Zhuang Jihua said.

After leaving Jigongfang, the two of them were scattered in the cemetery. The tombs of the Seventy-Two Martyrs were obviously well maintained. Under the green pines and cypresses, the scorching sunlight was not so scorching.

This was the first time Zhuang Jihua came to the tomb of the Seventy-Two Martyrs. He knew about the Huanghuagang Uprising in his previous life, but like other events in the Republic of China, he only knew a noun, but if it was more detailed, it would be unclear.

"I really didn't expect that Brother Ling also participated in the Huanghuagang Uprising." Zhuang Jihua sighed. He was too disappointed with his intelligence work. He only knew such important information. If you had known it before, you could play the emotional card. Although it was impossible to bring Yu Peidi over like this, the emotional score would definitely be a few points.

"Not only my brother, but also me, Jin Gong (Xiong Kewu, author's note), and Nu Gang Brother (i.e. Dan Xin). We all participated." Yu Pei glanced at Zhuang Jihua lightly and said.

"Why didn't Mr. Jin come today?" Zhuang Jihua asked knowingly. But his heart was sinking. Yu Pei and Xiong Kewu actually had this relationship. Can he still pull him over? Zhuang Jihua felt for the first time that his plan might fail.

"Donald Jin is too busy, and tens of thousands of brothers from the Sichuan Army are pressing on him. He is not relaxed." Yu Peidi sighed.

Zhuang Jihua was silent for a moment, but Yu Peidi opened up at this time and met with the meeting to discuss the situation of the Huanghuagang Uprising.

"After the failure of the Hakka Uprising, I wanted to go to Japan with General Huang Xing. Unexpectedly, I fell ill in Singapore. I was poor at that time and didn't even have money to treat the disease. I didn't dare to write a letter to my brother Shuren (i.e., the senior Wu Yuzhang of the **) and wanted him to ask him to ask my family for some money. Unexpectedly, Shuren was worried that my family would be anxious, so he raised 300 yuan from his colleagues from Tongmenghui, Sichuan to send me. I just saved my life with these 300 yuan."

Yu Peidi told the past lightly.

"I followed my brother to Japan at the 16th. My brother was more honest than me. He wanted to take the road of industrial saving the country. I liked to join the fun. Soon, General Huang Xing introduced him to the Tongmenghui. Later, my brother was also introduced to the Tongmenghui by Brother Shuren. He studied industry and had good skills. His colleagues in the association called him the bomb king. The bombs used by Wang Jingwei went to Beijing to assassinate the Regent Zaifeng were made by my brother. During the Guangzhou Uprising, he brought a basket of bombs, and I was by his side and was responsible for handing him bombs. Both of us brothers participated in the uprising. He always asked me to follow him and always stood in front of me."

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Zhuang Jihua listened to Yu Peidi telling the situation at that time in his own words, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. He never cared about these things in his previous life. History is like a passing cloud. It is better to live in reality than to live in history. Being a happy pig is far better than being a painful philosopher. I didn’t expect that the world is unfair. Now he must participate in history. How will people in future generations evaluate him?

"Without the Huanghuagang Uprising, there would be no Wuchang Uprising, there would be no Republic of China, and the efforts of our ancestors were not in vain." Zhuang Jihua looked up at the Statue of Liberty holding a torch in the Jigongfang.

"It's good to say that freedom guides the people. But looking back, the Republic of China, where we fought for and bleeded, is it not that warlords are rampant, the people are displaced, and imperialism is still rampant in China. Looking back at midnight, is the blood we shed worth it?" Yu Peidi's eyes revealed loneliness.

Zhuang Jihua immediately felt that Yu Peidi's thoughts were changing, but he immediately thought about why he said that, but he was just a moment of depression and really had new ideas.

"Master Yu, you are wrong. Your brother, the martyrs lying here, and the martyrs lying elsewhere, have not flowed in vain. It's true that you have worked hard and have suffered a lot of unsatisfactory things in the Republic of China, which you have fought for blood and sacrifice, but this is by no means the fault of the Xinhai Revolution itself, but the fault after the revolution. Strictly speaking, this mistake also includes you."
Chapter completed!