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    ps: sweat!  Sorry, originally this chapter was written last night, but now I turned on my computer to start typing, only to realize that I forgot to click publish before posting it!  !

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    When they arrived in Manzhouli and boarded the special train, Yang Qiu still held the nylon in his hand.  Compared with the nuclear plan, this ball of fiber surprised him even more. After all, the nuclear bomb is just a big killer weapon that consumes time, effort and money. In the end, there are many troubles when using it. You need to consider wind direction, radiation, nuclear contamination, and post-war  situation and so on.  To put it bluntly, even if I get two of them now, I can¡¯t think of where to use them.

    But nylon is completely different. It heralds a major leap in new materials in China. For the first time, domestic materials surpass the world in basic materials.  As industrialization begins, it won't take long for nylon to form a new industrial chain and hundreds of thousands of jobs.  But he didn't care too much because of the lack of money. Although he proposed the idea of ??nylon and handed it over to the Hanjiang Petrochemical Research Institute for development, after industrialization, it will definitely take the private road. The state only collects taxes instead of monopolizing it.

    Seeing him wandering around holding the "cotton wool", Lu Bicheng, who accompanied him to the Beihai oil field for inspection, asked curiously. When he learned that this stuff was extracted from oil and could be used in textiles, military industry, etc., Lian Lanxin  The talented women in Huizhi have all started to think about it, secretly wondering whether to buy some of the patents and participate in the project after it is put into production.  "Haha I think you're obsessed with money." Yang Qiu playfully scratched her nose, but he never cared about business matters, and Miao Luo and Ruiyao had been  They don't care about business matters, so most of the Yang family's property depends on Lu Bicheng.

    With Yang Qiu becoming the president, the two of them spent less time alone, so Lu Bicheng also cherished the moments of being alone together. However, not long after this warmth began, it was interrupted by Yue Peng and Jiang Fangzhen who came hand in hand.  Seeing Lu Bicheng sneaking into the cabin, they both rubbed their noses. Yang Qiu ignored their funny actions, put away the nylon and walked to the outside reception room, then asked: "It's so late. Why don't you go to bed?"  "

    "I'm so happy that I can't sleep, so I came to chat with you for a while." When Jiang Fangzhen spoke, the train slowly began to slide under his feet.  The guard immediately came in, lowered the curtains, and dimmed the lights in the carriage.  This is a necessary protective work at night. Even though we are in China, we dare not relax.  Yue Peng dropped a curtain.  Then he poured tea for the two of them.  Then he leaned on the sofa and asked about the nuclear plan just now.

    Yang Qiu actually didn¡¯t understand either, but at least he had the basic knowledge of later generations to support him and explained it roughly.  When the two learned that even he didn't know when it would be successfully developed.  The high interest gradually dissipated, and the topic focused on activating Dragon Tooth No. 1 and instigating Kuibyshev's rebellion.

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    In Mexico City, three Chevrolet 490 sedans with Chinese flags parked slowly beside the bustling Church Street. A group of officers wearing white Chinese navy uniforms stepped out of the sedans, two of whom were still holding cameras.  It seems like he is here for a trip.  Bingwen adjusted his military uniform in the mirror. Since Yang Qiu asked him to be high-profile, he dragged more than a dozen naval officers who were observing the U.S. military exercises to Mexico City and deliberately wore navy uniforms to attract attention.  This worked, and by the time he got off the bus, there were already hundreds of pointing Mexicans gathered around him.

    Compared with the United States, Mexico, which is also an American country, is much worse. The buildings are messy, the slums extend from the city to the outside of the city, and there are no traces of industry along the way.  Except for the heat.  The only things in Mexico that can arouse Bingwen's interest are oil and silver, and even these two are mostly controlled by American consortiums.  Precisely because of the economic colonial policy of the United States, Mexicans have a mixed love-hate attitude toward the United States. Coupled with the impact of the U.S-Mexican War and Spanish colonization decades ago, calls for oil nationalization and economic independence in Mexico have become very high.  These factors also made Mexico one of the birthplaces of anti-colonial revolutions in Central and South America.

    During the European War, Germany once wanted to draw Mexico into the war to attack the United States. However, after seeing Mexico City with his own eyes, Bingwen knew that this was undoubtedly fanciful. A country with almost no industrial capacity went to war against the world's most industrialized country. The result is self-evident.  .

    Even though the Chinese have footprints all over the world.  A group of Chinese naval officers appearing on the streets of Mexico City would definitely cause a sensation, so Bingwen and everyone just walked around for a while.  Most of the city got the news, and even several reporters from the Associated Press and Mexico came to cover it.  Seeing that it had caused enough sensation, Bingwen winked at Shen Honglie and others who had come to watch the military exercise, and asked him to continue taking everyone around the city to attract attention, while he and the two officers went into the alley next to them.

    The alley leads directly to the adjacent street. After turning left, Bingwen saw a car and a liaison officer waiting on the roadside not far away.  The liaison officer was a Chinese young man, about 27 or 28 years old, who looked very energetic: "Luo Xiu, interpreter of the ambassador to Mexico." The young man introduced himself and frowned at the military uniforms of the three people: "General Bing, youWhy didn't we change clothes?  "

    "I just finished participating in the U.S. Navy exercise, and I rushed here as soon as the ship docked." Bingwen didn't want to get entangled in his dress, so he changed the topic and asked: "How is Trotsky doing recently? By the way, how did you get in touch with him?  Yes, does he agree to go to China?"

    When Trotsky was mentioned, Luo Xiu immediately forgot about the military uniform and introduced the situation to Bingwen while driving: "Trotsky is devoted to the Fourth International and hopes to use this organization to fight against Moscow. This Fourth International has aroused Stalin's concerns.  , so Mexico has not been very peaceful recently, including many Trotskyists in South America who have been assassinated! We also found many Soviet spies outside his house. According to reliable reports, several of them are from the Soviet Security Bureau, so we cannot rule it out.  He may also be assassinated in the near future. But having said that, this person is still quite powerful. We have asked if we can meet him many times before, but he kicked us back. If you had not come in person, you might not be able to meet him."

    During Luo Xiu¡¯s introduction, the car quickly arrived in front of a small villa in the suburbs.  Although it is a suburb, there are actually many poor buildings surrounding it.  This environment made Bingwen frown, clearly feeling Trotsky's casualness and irresponsibility in terms of his own safety.  Sure enough, as soon as the car stopped, the beautiful white navy uniform attracted the attention of many people, many of whom had obviously stunned and panicked looks on their faces.

    Since he had planned to attract attention, Bingwen pretended not to notice and deliberately carried the bulging leather bag in his hand before following Luo Xiu into the villa.  The villa is not big but very exquisite. Apart from two bodyguards armed with pistols, there are no security personnel anywhere along the way.  After walking a few steps, a man wearing a gray shirt with his cuffs rolled up appeared.  A middle-aged man with messy hair walked out.

    "Mr. Trotsky, it's a pleasure to meet you." Bingwen had seen the photo before coming here, so he recognized the man's identity at a glance and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

    "I'm glad to see you too, my friend from China." Trotsky looked a little downcast at this time.  The shirt was washed and turned white.  There were still a lot of stains on the collar, but his eyes were sharp, and he was visibly shocked when he saw Bingwen's navy uniform.  But he didn't say much, and after a few pleasantries he led everyone to the small garden.  After sitting down, he deliberately praised: "The general's uniform is so beautiful."

    Trotsky¡¯s English is not very good and he needs to listen carefully to understand.  Seeing him hinting that the navy uniform was too eye-catching, Bingwen smiled and said, "If he wants to know, I can't hide it no matter what I wear."

    Although he did not name him directly, Trotsky also knew who this "him" was referring to.  So he avoided the topic and asked, "General, what's the matter with coming to see me this time?"

    Bingwen said: "To be honest, sir, I am here to thank you on behalf of the president of our country. We Chinese are a nation that knows how to repay gratitude. If you and Mr. Lenin had not overthrown the tyranny of the Tsar and launched the German revolution, it would not have been possible to win the war so quickly.  Victory, so he hopes that you can visit our country in person so that he can have the opportunity to thank you in person."

    These few words directly put Trotsky and Lenin together, but deliberately ignored Stalin and others and the Soviet Union's withdrawal from the European War.  Something that almost led to the failure of the war.  Trotsky knew what this separation meant, and he even knew what Yang Qiu meant when he sent people to see him.  Said: "No, you are wrong. The overthrow of the tsarist tyranny was not due to one person, but because the people were already dissatisfied with exploitation and plunder, just like President Yang Qiu did in 1911. We are just catalysts."

    Bingwen's personality is deeply influenced by Germany. He doesn't like the way of talks between politicians and speaks very directly: "Sir, the rights and wrongs of the past are of no importance. I came here today to see if there is a possibility of cooperation between us! As we all know,  , the Shanghai Communique is a sovereign agreement recognized by the international community. The Soviet government also recognized it, but recently we have found that some people are constantly provoking the Communique and insisting on expanding armaments regardless of domestic people's livelihood. We are not afraid of war, but we do not want a war, because no matter it is  The most important issue between China and the Soviet Union is not to continue the revolution but to make the people's lives better! We have been completely disappointed with Mr. Stalin, so we hope to build a new bridge between Beijing and Moscow.

    We know that you were forced to leave Moscow, but to put it bluntly, your expulsion is in a sense self-inflicted!  Revolution requires struggle. Your supporters are currently being destroyed and suppressed. Tens of thousands of people have lost their freedom and lives because of you. But you are hiding in Mexico and giving up the fight. Isn¡¯t this a loss of support?  The heart of the person?  "

    Trotsky¡¯s expression changed slightly. He didn¡¯t expect that Yang Qiu would send someone to speak so sharply.  Being expelled from Moscow was the most unforgettable thing in his life, but he had never thought about uniting with China to destroy the Moscow system.  Because no matter what, it is the birthplace of the proletarian revolution, and it is also my motherland.  But the worldThe fact that Trotskyists everywhere were being rounded up and suppressed was a knot in his mind. Without supporters, the Fourth International would have no need to survive. This was not what he wanted to see.

    Bingwen knew that the person in front of him was an idealist, so he deliberately provoked him in this regard: "We know that you are building momentum for the influence of the Fourth International, but you don't feel that you are in contact with a person who has important influence in the world.  Is it easier to increase your visibility by meeting with the president? So I hope you will consider my suggestion. If we can cooperate, we can provide some convenience for your supporters in the Kazakh region, and we can also provide facilities for you to contact Bukharin and others in the country.  aisle."

    Trotsky's eyes lit up. He agreed to meet Bingwen not because he wanted to unite with China for restoration or anything, but just out of politeness and to expand the influence of the Fourth International. He did not want to continue to drag the Soviet Union into civil war, because he felt that the party  The internal struggle can be resolved entirely through political means.  If we can obtain Beijing's consent and contact party supporters and Bukharin and others in the border areas, it may not be impossible to overthrow Stalin.  What's more, the Fourth International is all his sustenance now, but his followers suffered heavy losses due to Stalin's attacks and revenge, so Bingwen's suggestion interested him very much.

    Of course, there are dangers in making a public visit to Beijing. It will make Stalin even more angry and put his followers in a more passive situation.

    Bingwen saw that he was still hesitating, and after thinking about it, he suddenly stood up.

    This action surprised Trotsky, who was thinking about it, and asked: "General, what are you doing?"

    "Sir, I can't stay here for too long. This will bring hidden dangers to your life safety. After I leave, I also hope that you will change your residence as soon as possible. But before I leave, I want to ask you a question. Is it more important to save our compatriots? Or revolution.  Important?" After Bingwen finished speaking, he took out a kraft paper briefcase printed with the Chinese flag pattern from his bag.  Just as the paper bag appeared, a hidden camera in the distance had quietly captured the scene.

    "These are some small gifts that Mr. President asked me to pass on to you. I hope they will be helpful to you."

    Trotsky was about to refuse when he saw the paper bag, but Bingwen didn't give him the slightest chance and put it directly on the small table: "Sir, the president knows that you have concerns and will think that we are taking advantage of you, so let me tell you something.  .¡±

    "What are you talking about?" Tonotsky became curious.

    Bingwen smiled: "He said that Trotsky in Mexico has no value at all, and Trotsky back in Moscow is equally worthless."

    "There is no value in Mexico, and there is no value in Moscow?" Trotsky chewed these words carefully, and finally understood after a moment.  Yang Qiu's words obviously mean that hiding in Mexico, he will always be a spectator of world politics, so he has no value for cooperation.  If he could return to Moscow, the first thing to consider would be Soviet interests, which would be of even less value to him.  That is, cooperation was limited to the period between leaving Mexico and regaining leadership of the party.

    Thinking of this, Trotsky couldn¡¯t help but admire Yang Qiu¡¯s ability to understand international politics!  For the first time, the desire to meet him arose in my heart.  But when he raised his head and wanted to say that he was willing to go to China, Bingwen and others who were visiting had already left and got into the car.  Since he couldn't catch him, he didn't leave at all. When he saw the paper bag still left on the table, he picked it up, but when he saw what was in his hand, he was shocked!

    In the camera in the distance, a photo of Trotsky holding a kraft paper briefcase with the Chinese flag pattern in his left hand and taking out a stack of U.S. dollars from it with his right hand was instantly frozen.
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