Chapter 26: Different ambitions, incompatible paths! Sixth update!

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  Wang Chong saw Du Haisheng make a move and didn't know what he intended to do. With both hands secretly circulating his energy, his face was solemn as he stared at the opponent, already on guard...

  "What are you doing?"

  Du Haisheng didn't respond, only smiled. Sometimes his smile made Wang Chong's hair stand on end, filled with a sinister and eerie feeling, as cold as the edge of a knife.

  Changing the subject, he asked directly: "Brother Wang, what did you see?"

  "What did you see?"

  Wang Chong saw that Du Haisheng had no malicious intent, and his tense mood eased. He looked at the river with a puzzled expression, then glanced at the broken guardrail, rubbed his head in confusion, and said: "Your palm strike was so powerful that it broke the guardrail, and the stone lion rolled into the river. You truly have great skills, I must admit my strength is no match for yours."

  Du Haisheng shook his head and said, "What you see is only the surface phenomenon. Why did I make this stone lion my target of attack, while the connected guardrail was intact, and why didn't I hit the green bricks on the ground? Among all things in the world, there are many that are more fragile than this stone lion, but it became my target. Is there any cause and effect behind this?"

  Wang Chong became even more bewildered, shaking his head like a rattle drum: "What you're saying is too profound and abstruse. I'm just a rough and uneducated man who only knows how to kill people. I don't understand this."

  "Hehe..."

  Du Haisheng smiled faintly and explained, "This stone lion is too eye-catching and too obvious. I hit it precisely because of this point. All other things are hidden, like the green bricks, some of which are intertwined, solid as gold soup, like this guardrail. What I want to hit is a stone lion that stands out, yet is isolated, easy to attack, this is the reason."

  Seeing Wang Chong not speaking, with a listening expression, Du Haisheng let out a long sigh and changed the subject: "This stone lion is like you and me, we are all lonely people who like to act alone. Once our true strength is revealed, just as you said, many people will rush to ask for your help and want you to join them. However, no matter which side you eventually become a pawn of, it will attract the vigilance and alertness of everyone. Even if you don't lean towards any power, with your incredible skills and high-profile actions, it's equivalent to opposing the entire Shanghai underworld, both good and evil. Some people won't even be able to sleep peacefully, feeling threatened by you, just like this stone lion. They will think of every possible way to unite all forces and eliminate you. For those who threaten them, only death can make them feel completely at ease."

  "I repeatedly reminded you not to reveal my true identity, precisely because I don't want to be like this stone lion, becoming the target of everyone's criticism, with each person eager to pluck out the thorn in their eye."

  When he finished speaking, Du Haisheng's face had already turned solemn, and even the smile was filled with indifference. It was as if in an instant, the young man in front of him suddenly transformed into a ruthless and emotionless killer. Yes, Wang Cheng admitted that at this moment, he was very afraid of Du Haisheng, and even he could feel the murderous aura that permeated the air. Cold, ruthless, and unencumbered by worldly concerns - all these were the perfect conditions for a perfect killer.

  At this point, Wang Chong couldn't help but laugh and said with a half-joking and half-serious tone: "In my lifetime, I really don't want to have an opponent like you, it's too terrifying."

  "I only kill those who deserve to die, as long as you don't force me, I will never turn against you, and for the sake of that 'brother' you once called out, it's enough to spare your life when the time comes."

  "Have you thought about what to do after leaving the Zhao family?"

  Wang Chong's face wore a satisfied smile. Brothers, yes, it's rare to have another true-hearted brother in this world who can talk and chat with me.

  "I don't know, let's take it one step at a time. In this society, many things are beyond our control."

  "Do you hate Uncle Zhao?"

  Wang Chong looked serious and asked Du Haisheng with a probing gaze.

  "Resentment? Why resent, as the leader of a gang, this is normal behavior, everyone has to consider their own future. Still the same words, Wei Er and he have favors on me, I am not an ungrateful person, I haven't done anything beneficial for the Zhao family, leaving is inevitable, if it were me, I would also make such a decision."

  Du Haisheng never took this matter to heart. Previously, he had wanted to use Hu Ren's help to achieve his own ideals and purposes with the big tree. Through this period of interaction, he has come to realize the reality. Zhao Tianming can become a mastermind, but Li Xiong is still far away from it. His vision is limited to gang struggles. In the end, even if he swallows all the gangs in Shanghai, he will only be a black boss.

  Moreover, this person is short-sighted and only cares about immediate benefits. He is clever but not enough, relying on this big tree, Du Haisheng can at most be a figure who doesn't have to worry about food or drink in Shanghai.

  Even if Zhao Tianming didn't let him leave, Du Haisheng would still choose to leave. After all, there were too many constraints in the Zhao family apartment, and he couldn't show off his skills. It was better to be free and easy alone.

  Wang Chong nodded, walked up and patted Du Haisheng's shoulder, saying: "You're a real man, broad-minded. It seems that the Zhao family is too small for you to show your skills."

  "It's not that the temple is too small, but our aspirations are different, our paths don't align, and we don't have a common language. However, if you want to join me in doing something, I'd welcome it with open arms."

  "Why me? I'd better just be a dutiful little driver, and when the Zhao family no longer wants me, it won't be too late to fight side by side with you."

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  "Hai Sheng, come over here for a moment!"

  The two of them chatted for a few hours on the Bund, and as soon as they returned to Zhao's apartment, Wu Tianyun was already waiting in the living room. As soon as the two appeared, he called him into his bedroom.

  "What's wrong, Uncle Wu? Does Uncle Zhao have any instructions?"

  "The old man has returned to the village, I have some things to look for you."

  Wu Tianyun wore a loose and wide scholar's robe, with his legs crossed sitting on a worn-out sofa, his face slightly excited and thrilled, his old face filled with smiles, as if he had entered a second spring.

  "What's wrong?"

  "The third armed workers' uprising was successful, and without the help of Xue Yue's Northern Expedition Army, this is a happy event. Do you think Chiang Kai-shek would still dare to openly confront the workers' pickets now?"

  It turns out that this old man still had a grudge against what he said to himself before, and today he called himself over just to show off and humiliate himself.

  Du Haisheng smiled slightly, "In this world, there is no absolute yes or no. Success is certainly worth congratulating, but the underlying threat has not been eliminated. How can we guess all of Old Jiang's thoughts?"

  "Hum, at this time, you're still trying to argue your way out, afraid to face reality. The workers' armed uprising has spread from Nanchang to Hankou, Shanghai, and all over the country, with great victories everywhere. Those government troops didn't even have the strength to resist. Old Chiang will never be able to stand against the people of the whole nation, no matter how much he tries to muddle through. The possibility you're assuming simply won't happen."

  At this time, Wu Tianyun was majestic and dignified, with a red glow on his face. If Du Haisheng's words had any effect on him before the third uprising, they were now completely unnecessary. The workers' armed uprising had succeeded, and the whole country was responding enthusiastically. The situation was excellent, and the city had become a place where workers held power. Today, he just wanted to make this young man understand reality, and the previous assumptions were simply non-existent possibilities.

  What Du Haisheng did not expect was that he still insisted on his own views, not retreating in the slightest. In his eyes, this young man was still too naive and didn't understand how to grasp the current political situation. He needed to improve his ability to analyze the situation. The previous words were a reminder, but also a rebuke, just wanting him to understand that now is a society where workers are in charge, and Old Chiang could only retreat again and again.

  Du Haisheng did not get angry at the reprimand, and maintained a mysterious smile, saying slowly: "What the steward said and saw is only the surface phenomenon. I don't object to it either, but I'll keep my own opinion. We don't need to investigate this matter further. Time will prove everything. History will naturally have its own explanation of who is right and who is wrong."

  "It was precisely the success of the third armed uprising that would make the suspicious old Chiang even more determined to eliminate this living force, and he would be very anxious, which is what those in power must do. Being too showy has never been a good thing, it's still better to be cautious."

  He was a reborn man, equivalent to an outsider. As the saying goes, "When you're in it, you can't see it, but when you're out of it, you can." Du Haisheng, who had a clear understanding and knowledge of history long ago, deeply understood this point.

  "Hmph, I'll wait and see what time proves is right or wrong."

  Wu Guanjia stood up and took two steps, with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "However, young man, I am confident that history will prove me right, while you are utterly wrong."

  It's already been discussed to this extent, and there's nothing more to say. What he said earlier was all recorded in history, Wu Tianyun just didn't know about this piece of history.

  He can't loudly declare that he's been reborn, this history he understands more clearly and in detail than anyone else in the government, if that were the case, I'm afraid the Zhao family would send themselves to a mental hospital thinking they're mentally ill, the joy of victory seems to have addled those people's brains, it's also time for Chen Duxiu and these "rightist" leadership clowns to make an appearance in the historical records.

  Since he was reborn, no matter whether he could change the final situation or alter the course of history, Du Haisheng thought to himself that he had to do something to make Zhou Enlai and Wang Shouhua have a clear understanding, so as to make sufficient psychological preparations, and reduce casualties as much as possible. If he couldn't avoid it, it would only prove that he didn't have the ability to change this piece of history at all.

  Du Haisheng, with a heavy heart, returned to his room, sat down in a chair, spread out a white paper, picked up a brush, thought for a moment, and wrote down a title - Victory, the beginning of tragedy!

  He only felt that his mind was surging with thoughts, analyzing clearly, and with a flicker of his pen, he finished writing in one breath. He blew dry the still slightly damp ink marks, looked at the two pages of text, and smiled with satisfaction.

  As for his signature, he thought for a moment and used Mu Eleven, Mu Eleven, which is also the decomposition of his surname Du.

  Near dusk, Zhao Wei'er and Fu Hong were whispering in the boudoir, Zhang Ma cleaned up the dinner table, Wu Tianyun had an early sleep habit, Wang Chong came back in the afternoon and went to Hu Ren's gang soon after.

  He scanned the hall, saw no one, and Du Haisheng tiptoed to the front door, quietly opened it, and slipped away silently into the darkness.

  And he went in the direction of the headquarters of Shen Bao, a newspaper that had absolute influence at that time.