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    Chapter 206 Don¡¯t forget tonight

    He rushed to the hospital and saw Wu Tingfang and Cai Yuanpei waiting anxiously outside the operating room. Zhang Taiyan rushed ahead of Yang Qiu and grabbed the latter and asked sternly: "What's going on? Why are you taking the train! Didn't you take care of us?"  Are you going back on a US warship?"

    Cai Yuan Peigen didn't know how to answer. The moment Song Jiaoren was shot and fell, he was completely panicked. Fortunately, Wu Tingfang was older and had more experience, so he quickly stopped Zhang Taiyan: "Binglin, don't be excited. This is what Dunchu asked for. Now  Let¡¯s wait for news from the doctor first.¡±

    Just when the three of them were entangled, the door of the operating room opened. When they saw the doctor, everyone cheered and surrounded him. Yang Qiu Shen asked: "Doctor, may I ask Mr. Song, who?"

    Probably after reading the newspaper, the British doctor recognized Yang Qiu, spread his hands and shook his head helplessly: "I'm very sorry, Commander, the bullet was smeared with poison. We can remove the bullet but can't stop the spread of the poison. I think you should go  " Before he could finish his words, Yang Qiu pushed him away and quickly walked into the ward.

    In the ward, Song Jiaoren was lying on the bed all over his body. Although the wounds on his lower abdomen and left chest had been cleaned, the flesh was black with blood clots and purple, which was obviously caused by poisoning.  Looking at him, Yang Qiu was a little distracted. In the end, he did not escape the scene in the parallel world. In fact, he had already avoided going north this time, so he invited Song Jiaoren to go back with him on the same boat. However, he did not expect that in order to avoid suspicion, he finally chose to take the boat.  The train gave the assassin an opportunity.

    After seeing him, Song Jiaoren's dilated pupils seemed to regain some vitality, and he raised his right hand slightly and moved it a few times.  Seeing this, Yang Qiu knew that he had something to say, so he walked over and held his hand that was gradually losing its warmth: "What do you want to say, sir?"

    Song Jiaoren glanced at him and smiled sadly: "Song didn't listen to Chen Hua's words, so he deserves this disaster." He coughed violently several times, and black blood gushed out from the wound again. Murong Han was so scared that he quickly went to find a doctor, but he  But he waved his hand: "It's useless, Song is leaving." After saying that, he didn't know where he got the strength, but he held Yang Qiu's hand tightly: "Chen Hua, listen to me, today's country has no foundation.  Sure, the suffering of the people has not changed! He gave up so suddenly, and he still regrets his death. He only hopes that Chen Hua will not cause military disasters as a last resort. Although Mr. Yuan is wrong, the roots of the Beiyang tree are deeply entangled and cannot be cut off in a short time.  China might as well be frank with him, decide on the National Assembly first, establish an unbreakable constitution for the country, and then slowly cut its wings."

    He was panting while talking, and black blood continued to flow out of the wound. In the end, his voice was even softer and could not be heard. However, he still made the last effort and insisted: "Chengdu, I know that Chenhua is an extraordinary person. Seeing that you are in the southwest  The governance rules and regulations are also stable and solid. Song knows in his heart that you are sincerely serving this country. Now young people all over the country are looking at you again, hoping that you can lead them well. Young people are impulsive and passionate, but they are prone to mistakes. I just hope  Chen Hua can lead them well in his lifetime, and don't take another path! Promise me, protect the law! Republic! Never retreat!"

    He said these words so softly that no one else could hear them clearly except for a few people. But Yang Qiu could understand that he had seen the biggest hidden danger of the National Defense Forces and the Southwest, and did not want the military dictatorship to appear.  Judging from the historical path, he was right. If it had been placed before the Sino-Japanese War of 1898-1894, he might have taken another path. However, after Xinchou, concessions were everywhere and the country was no longer a country. All important strategic places in the country were controlled by the great powers. The Japanese Hungry Wolf  Even more so!  There are already thorns in front of you!  Beiyang, the Kuomintang, the National Socialist Party, the Republic, etc., so many separate parties cannot unite the people at all, let alone activate the last bit of strength remaining in this huge country, so some of the original things must be drastically changed!

    This is an irreconcilable contradiction!

    ??Republic and dictatorship¡­.

    Before he could reply, Song Jiaoren's hand slowly relaxed and gradually slipped from Yang Qiu's palm. Facing such a talented politician who was thinking about the country and the future before he died, he didn't know what to say.

    But he must keep going!

    Under the gaze of everyone, he slowly stood up and covered Song Jiaoren's face with a white cloth, and then saluted solemnly: "Sir, don't worry, Yang Qiu will remember the teachings and pass away"  We will definitely restore the people's legal dignity, establish a republic, and live up to your trust."

    He only talked about before his death, but not now. He was undoubtedly telling Wu Tingfang and Cai Yuanpei around him that he would still stick to his own path.  However, at this moment, the two of them could no longer hear the underlying message, and they were more concerned about the future of the Democratic Party. Without Song Jiaoren, a talented politician, Huang Keqiang had lost his energy, Sun Wen, who was full of unreliability, or his heart was full of worries.  Who can support the one-third of the Democratic Party's world among the shady Chen Qimei?

    On February 4, 1913, the night before the Lunar New Year¡¯s Eve, Song Jiaoren was assassinated and died in the ward of St. Mary¡¯s Hospital in the British Concession in Tianjin. Later historyExperts agree that his death delayed the realization of a true republic in this troubled country for decades.

    Yang Qiu, who was under heavy protection, locked himself in the house after returning to his residence. He did not even look at the captured warrior Ying and the Green Gang members. No one knew what he was thinking until Lu Bicheng, dressed in a cloak and coat, was escorted by agents.  After arriving, he opened the door.

    Looking at him with red eyes, Lu Bicheng was very curious. He had already heard about Song Jiaoren when he entered the building just now, but he never thought that this man who was several years younger than him would have such a look, because in  It seemed to her that Yuan Shikai was seriously injured by a fake secret contract, and after Song Jiaoren died, he was the biggest beneficiary and should be in high spirits. Could it be that he heard that she was coming and did it deliberately to show to her?  of?  !

    Lu Bicheng took out the real secret contract that she finally got from her small bag and threw it on the table: "I got it for you. Where are my sister and younger sister?" Yang Qiu quickly controlled his emotions and opened the document signed by Yuan Shikai and Japan.  While reading the copy of the secret agreement, he said: "I have sent someone to take them to Shanghai."

    As soon as he heard that his sisters had been sent to Shanghai, all the anger in Lu Bicheng's heart burst out. He pointed at his nose and cursed: "Yang Qiu! How can you be so shameless? Didn't you agree to let them go after I get the copy?  ?"

    In response to her scolding, Yang Qiu didn't even raise his eyelids and said calmly: "Miss Lan Qing, do you think it is safe for them to stay here now? I am thinking about you."

    Lu Bicheng's mouth opened slightly when he was told that he could not argue, because what he said was right. The real copy of the secret contract would definitely be made public. At that time, Yuan Shikai would know that she had made it through Yuan Hanyun with a little investigation.  Even if she agreed to marry Yuan Hanyun, she could not save her and her sisters' lives, but she was very angry at Yang Qiu's behavior, and was unwilling to admit defeat, so she deliberately snorted: "What right do you have to decide my affairs!  We love living there and it¡¯s our freedom.¡±

    "It just so happens that I have to send someone to the United States to do something. You and them can go abroad for a while." Yang Qiu seemed not to hear her words and continued to talk to himself: "When the country is safe, I will send someone to pick him up."  you come back."

    "I'm not going!" Lu Bicheng hates others arranging her life. Back then, her uncle didn't stop her from coming to Tianjin to attend a girls' school. How could she be willing to obey others now? But Yang Qiu didn't give him any chance to bargain.  The tone was extremely domineering: "Go if you are told, this is for your own good!"

    The more domineering he was, the more dissatisfied Lu Bicheng felt, and said sarcastically: "What's good for me? You are afraid that things will be exposed! Don't think that everyone in the world has no eyes. You used a fake secret agreement to deceive Yuan Shikai, and deliberately exposed yourself in front of foreigners.  Lure out the fact that he signed a real contract. Your goal has been achieved. Beiyang is about to be disgraced by you. Now that you are sending people to the United States, aren't you trying to win over the United States to help you defeat the Beiyang Army? This little woman is insignificant and has no power.  , I only advise you not to be blinded, how can the United States really help us!"

    The fierce words made him raise his head for the first time, looking curiously at this strange woman who even the Empress Dowager Cixi dared to write an article to scold. Who said women are inferior to men?  At least this one could see it more clearly than many men nowadays. It's a pity that the status of women in this era is too low, so that she, who is so talented, ended up alone in the nunnery, accompanying the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng.

    When Lu Bicheng saw that Yang Qiu looked at her without replying, she thought that she had really scolded him. Just when she was about to vent her anger again, she saw that he calmly took out a thick piece of information from the drawer and placed it on the table.  , pointed and said: "Does Miss Lu always like to judge a gentleman with a villain's heart? I sent people to the United States to register a brand-new oil refining technology patent. If you don't believe me, you can take a look."

    She didn't understand chemical engineering technology. She only saw that the information was densely packed with various nouns and terms, and was translated into Chinese, English and German. She immediately understood in her heart that she might really make a fool of herself this time, but she was still very strange.  At this time, Song Jiaoren had just died and the world was in chaos. How could he still have the heart to engage in technology? He still thought it was fake, so he looked at it for a few times and put it aside: "I am not a three-year-old child. Who are you?"  Only you know your thoughts."

    Seeing her angrily pouting her mouth, Yang Qiu even had the urge to laugh, but Song Jiaoren's last words had such a profound impact on him that he had no intention of teasing her and said in a low voice: "Lan Qing  Miss Yang can indeed be angry with me, but Mr. Yang has always done things with a clear conscience, and it was decided long ago to take the information to the United States. As for letting you go, it is just to protect your safety."

    He stood up and walked to the window. Since it was not peaceful outside, he did not open the curtains. He just raised a corner and looked deeply at the Tianjin Port in the darkness: "As I said last time, in fact, regardless of whether there is a secret agreement or not, Yuan Shikai has  Without betraying the country, I will not hand over the country to the rotten??Beiyang Group!  What's more, I just promised Mr. Song to give him a China that truly stands in the world!  But building a good country does not rely solely on war. We are poor, we lack technology, and the foreign powers only regard us as a semi-colony for commodity dumping and raw material plundering. That¡¯s why I came up with this new catalytic cracking oil processing technology, which can  Let the processing cost of each barrel of oil drop by one dollar. After registering the patent, we can get 15 cents per barrel. It seems like a small amount, but based on the current US production of 500,000 barrels per day, we can get a profit of 75,000 US dollars per day.  !  In other words, a textile factory with 30,000 spindles can be built every day!  "

    Yang Qiu turned around and looked at her beautiful face as she approached and continued: "Although this is my personal wealth, with my current status, money is just a number. If I can earn this money, I can get it back."  Used to build more factories, build more railways, and initially establish national industry."

    A textile factory with 30,000 spindles is built every day!  Wouldn¡¯t it be possible to own more than 10 million spindles in a year?  !  Lu Bicheng looked at this thick information for the first time. In fact, Yang Qiu was exaggerating. Although the current world oil production in the United States is about 500,000 barrels per day, after the outbreak of the European War in 1914, it will reach 700,000 barrels per day. In 1917  It has exceeded 1 million barrels per day, and these data only include the production of the United States!

    Even if the production is maintained at 1 million barrels per day after the war, he can earn 150,000 US dollars per day from this patent alone. After deducting various taxes, he can also get about 120,000 US dollars, and the net income per year is at least 40 million US dollars!  That's why he printed out this information from the data machine and personally translated it into English and German and took it to the world to register a patent.

    Lu Bicheng just did some calculations and covered his mouth. 75,000 a day is 27 million US dollars a year!  If converted to Yin Yang, it would be 54 million!  Just a few dozen pieces of paper are equivalent to the fiscal revenue of three provinces in Hubei for one year!

    Of course, it is not easy to make this money.  Although China joined the Paris Convention during the Qing government, and after the founding of the Republic of China, it also issued an announcement to continue to implement all international conventions during the Qing government. However, it was not so much a voluntary joining as a forced one. Europe and the United States took advantage of their technological monopoly to expand  Commodity dumping is an imposed means that does not allow domestic development of similar products and technologies, so the country cannot even produce caustic soda.

    And because the country is poor, it only enjoys semi-colonial treatment. In this case, even if Europe and the United States swallow up Chinese patents, no one can do anything about it. Therefore, in order to get the money, a series of business operations are required. As for how to operate it, he has no idea.  I have some headaches and can only rely on a few business experts sent there.

    But looking at his sincere eyes, Lu Bicheng was moved. Unexpectedly, under his cold and cunning appearance, he had such lofty thoughts, and couldn't help blurting out: "It's okay for me to go to the United States, but leave this matter to me.  manage!"

    "Leave it to you?" Yang Qiu laughed dumbly, thinking that although you are a strange woman in the Republic of China, and you have created a large family business in the parallel world and are proficient in all kinds of business, this matter is not a trivial matter, and you are not dealing with a few small businesses.  A small foreign company cannot avoid Rockefeller's oil empire, which can influence American politics, so even he is not confident in getting the patent fee. He just wants to try it and even plans to sell the technology at a low price.  Prepare.

    Lu Bicheng seemed to be very confident. His eyes turned and he smiled and said, "Are you afraid that a little girl like me will swallow this money?"

    Yang Qiu was a little worried, but he was not afraid of her, but he didn't want to hurt her. Fortunately, he was also prepared to not get the money, so he simply nodded: "Since Miss Lan Qing has such ambitions, Yang will not  Being stingy, why don¡¯t we two set up a company together and get a 91% share?¡±

    ¡°Giggle¡­.¡±

    As soon as these words came out, Lu Bicheng laughed so hard that the pair of meatballs on her chest rose and fell even more fiercely. She smiled charmingly and said, "Your Majesty is so generous. Aren't you afraid that after I get married, all this money will be used to make others cheaper?"  After getting married, you can take advantage of others This sentence seems familiar!  Yang Qiu looked at her and remembered what Ruiyao said to him that day.

    After Lu Bicheng dug out her eyes fiercely, she bit her lip gently. She seemed to have made some important decision and stood up and walked over. She didn't stop until their cheeks were almost close to each other. Yang Qiu was a little confused about her.  What to do, but her cheeks were rosy, and after staring into those eyes for a long time, she suddenly murmured like a cry: "Sir, Lan Qing was convinced by you! I hope you don't forget  tonight."

    tonight?

    Yang Qiu was stunned, the coat had slowly slipped off her shoulders, then she raised her hands behind her head, slowly untied her hairpin and let her hair spread, her cheongsam also quickly slipped off until

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