Chapter 27: A Huge Wave! Seventh Update!

  Twelve o'clock rush list, Buddhist disciples thank you!

  The light drizzle had finally stopped, and the morning sunlight shone brightly into the room through a gap in the window. Du Haisheng stretched his waist lazily, feeling great about what he had done the night before. Whether it succeeded or not, at least he had tried, and that was all that mattered. His name as a prophet would go down in history.

  Zhao Wei'er and Fu Hong chatted for a long time last night, the sun was almost burning their buttocks, but they still hadn't gotten up. When Du Haisheng passed by her room, the door was still locked tightly.

  Arriving at the hall, I casually ate something and saw that there was nothing on the table. I couldn't help but frown and asked Zhang Ma, who was sweeping the floor: "Zhang Ma, hasn't today's newspaper arrived yet? Or has Wu the housekeeper already put it in the study?"

  Zhang's mother put down the broom in her hand, sighed and said: "At this time, the newspaper should have been delivered long ago. But it is said that the person who delivers the newspaper was hijacked halfway. You say it's strange or not. Those people didn't rob money, didn't kill people, just for the newspaper in the delivery man's hand. This is really rare. My wife has been in Shanghai for so many years and it's the first time I've heard that this newspaper can attract people to grab it.

  "Oh, where is Wu Guanjia?"

  Du Haisheng didn't think much of it, the world is full of wonders and strange things, especially during the Republic of China era, the government would take a high-pressure stance on newspaper comments unfavorable to the authorities, this was also Chiang Kai-shek's consistent style.

  "Wu Guan's family left early."

  "Never mind, I'll just go back and read a bit more!"

  Zhaowei and Fu Hong had not woken up yet, the big Zhao family apartment only had an old lady, no common language, Du Haisheng felt a bit bored standing up and went upstairs...

  Outside has been noisy and extraordinary because of his article yesterday, but he, the person involved, is still completely unaware of it and just does his own thing.

  "Extra, extra! Wood Eleven's commentary article, exclusively published in Shen Bao, 'Workers' armed uprising, victory - the beginning of tragedy!'"

  "Extra! Extra!"

  The newsboy's figure shuttles through the streets and alleys, his voice is childish yet loud and clear, echoing in the air.

  "Huh? There's already such commentary just after the armed revolution has won?"

  "One serving."

  "I'll have one too!"

  ……

  It didn't take long for the newspaper in the newsboy's hand to be snatched away, and when several newsboys met, they were all overjoyed. Today's newspaper sales speed was twice as fast as usual, if there were such comments every day, it would be great, these newsboys who make a living by selling newspapers have seen hope in life.

  At that time, the entire street, alleys, wine houses and tea houses, as long as they could read a little, cared about national affairs, held a copy of "Shen Bao" in their hands. The content they paid attention to was none other than the article published by the author named Mu Shi-yi, Victory - the beginning of tragedy!

  "What is this written about? It's simply like a child telling jokes. Such an article can be published, what does the newspaper actually eat?"

  Inside the tavern, two men and two women sat in front of a square table. The two men wore Zhongshan suits, while the two women wore gray cheongsam dresses, looking like university students from nearby. Each held a copy of Shen Bao newspaper. One man, wearing glasses, read with furrowed brows, then slapped the table and stood up, criticizing with disdain.

  This man was none other than Li Wenbo, the president of Shanghai University's Tongmenghui, who had once appeared in Zhao's apartment!

  "Wenbo brother, what are you doing? If you have different opinions, you can express them and discuss them. Why get so angry?"

  A frail and sweet-looking girl was apparently shocked by Li Wenbo's sudden action, hesitated for a moment, before speaking out to persuade him.

  "This article doesn't even understand at least two realities!"

  Li Wenbo let out a long sigh, calmed down his emotions, sat down, and didn't even bother to continue reading the article.

  "Firstly, what is the difference between Chiang Kai-shek and a stray dog now? Even if the workers' armed uprising has touched some people's nerves, it should be the Wuhan National Government, or Wang Jingwei's current National Government. What position does Chiang still have? This article says that old Chiang is very dissatisfied and fearful of the Shanghai Workers' Inspection Team. What a joke, completely unrelated."

  "Secondly, the workers' armed patrol team had just succeeded in their third armed uprising and were at the height of their popularity, with public opinion on their side. He, Chiang Kai-shek and Wang Jingwei, tore off their masks, and as the commander-in-chief of the Northern Expedition Army, he originally advocated for cooperation between the KMT and the CCP. With the success of the uprising, he should have been overjoyed instead of taking action against the workers' armed patrol team. This is like a man wanting to kill his own nephew - it's absurd, with no distinction between right and wrong, good and evil, or black and white. Such an article is not even worth dog shit, purely nonsense. It's just laughable."

  As he spoke, Li Wenbo casually tossed the "Shenbao" newspaper on the table out of the wine house, his disdainful expression fully written on his face...

  But on the streets, most people who have read this article are as indignant as Li Wenbo, thinking that the author is just making trouble and seeking attention.

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  At this time, the Garrison Command had been occupied by the workers' picket team and temporarily served as the headquarters. In the conference room on the second floor, the curtains had fallen, and the dim light shone on the walls all around!

  A dozen or so people sat around the conference table, staring at the article on it, their faces all solemn, some even twisted in indignation.

  Everyone present was a leader of the workers' patrol team. A man in his thirties, wearing a black Zhongshan suit, sat in the middle with a kind face and a smile on his face.

  "What does everyone think of this article?"

  "Bullshit!"

  A middle-aged man with a serious expression and a hint of disdain in his eyes, uttered two words that concisely evaluated Du Haisheng's article.

  "Hehe, we're just discussing, of course there are different opinions. Let's be calm and composed, it's okay to have differing views, no need to get so worked up..."

  The man wearing a Sun Yat-sen suit always carried that gentle air, waving his hand to signal the middle-aged man who was speaking to calm down and not be too impulsive.

  "The success of the armed uprising is to liberate workers and peasants, let the people be their own masters, and achieve cooperation between the KMT and the CCP. Old Chiang cannot betray his promise and do such a despicable thing. In my opinion, disarm the worker's inspection teams and show goodwill to Chiang Kai-shek, indicating that we are for peaceful coexistence. I still adhere to my previous stance: do more mass work, do not join the army, do not engage in military work, do not participate in the new government of the Northern Expedition occupied areas, do not hold office, and always consider ourselves an 'opposition party'. Those who have already joined must withdraw; otherwise, they will be expelled from the party to avoid 'doing hard labor for others' and 'creating a victorious situation for others to oppress us', which would lead to the expansion of the Northern Expedition and the strengthening of the KMT right-wing's military and political power."

  "Chen Duxiu..."

  As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a slightly younger man stood up abruptly, his expression cold and unfriendly, addressing him directly by name.

  "What are you calling me? In the party, I am the secretary, what are you? Has anyone taught you how to speak to a superior like this?"

  Chen Duxiu sat there, his hands clasped together and pressed against his chest, his face twisted in a scowl, as he sternly rebuked in a loud voice. The atmosphere in the room was suddenly filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

  "I..."

  Young people's anger and frustration, holding back the urge to erupt, said: "Comrade Chen, this is a serious case of rightist thinking. If we give up our arms, it would be like tying our hands and feet and letting others slaughter us at will. Wouldn't that be a gift to Chiang Kai-shek? Revolution, revolution, in the end, it's all about armed struggle. Giving up our arms, handing over power, and relinquishing the fruits of victory is a sign of weakness. If we do this, which workers, brothers, sisters, and poor people will still support the revolution?"

  "Hmph, rightism, this big hat shouldn't be put on casually. Not participating in the army and giving up armed struggle is better than being a substitute for others to reap the benefits of victory, letting old Chiang steal the fruits of victory."

  "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to remind everyone that today's main discussion is about this article. Is it possible that we will talk about not joining the army and abandoning armed struggle later?"

  "It's worth mentioning that everyone is discussing the issue, this article seems to be nonsense, but it also has a unique perspective and another view. This time, the workers' armed uprising was successful, giving people hope, but some people are also complacent, thinking that the uprising was successful, the revolution was also successful, and then produced a slack mentality, which is not good and will be very dangerous."

  A man in a suit and black tie, looking quite gentlemanly, seeing the standoff on site, with too much gunpowder smell, also came forward to advise, hoping to ease the tense atmosphere.

  "The analysis of the situation is very thorough, this article may be just nonsense, but it's enough for us to face the problems and difficulties we are currently facing. That certain Jiang person will not sit idly by while the workers' inspection team gradually grows stronger."

  Du Haisheng lay on his small bed, constantly summarizing the gains and losses of this period of rebirth, thinking about the way out in the future.

  Today a sudden idea made him seem to see hope, but it lacked too many elements and foundation, power, great power, which is what he most urgently needs now.

  Leaving Zhao's apartment has become an unchangeable fact, as for Zhao Wei'er, as his lifesaver, Du Haisheng will not forget this, but - it's not the time to repay him yet.

  He was thinking of how to make his life more fulfilling and meaningful after rebirth, whether it's dominating Shanghai or becoming the richest man in the country, even if he becomes a beggar, he must live a magnificent life.

  When people on the streets and alleys were unable to extricate themselves because of this article.

  Du Haisheng still looked carefree and content, but little did he know that one of his articles would cause a huge stir throughout the entire city of Shanghai...