20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 712 Foresight
Not a family, do not enter the door.

Hu Xiaoyan's words hit the mark right on Jiang Lianheng's heart.

Although the couple often have disagreements on weekdays, they can always reach an agreement when it comes to festivals.

However, there are inevitably slight differences in what we think and what we think.

In taking revenge on Qingqiu Society, Jiang Lianheng gained face, while Hu Xiaoyan gained substance.

In her opinion, this matter, after all, has nothing to do with Qingqiu Society.

After all, the Jiang family is now at its peak, with dozens of Koreans occupying a street. Even if they have the support of the Japanese behind them, they are not a big threat at all.

But this is a signal—

Hu Xiaoyan said: "What I am afraid of is not Qingqiu Society, but the possible impact of this incident."

"Are you afraid that others will follow suit?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

Hu Xiaoyan nodded: "If the Jiang family swallows their anger just because Qingqiu Society has Xiao Dongyang's support, then if there are other people online who are dissatisfied with us in the future, they will follow suit and eventually run to Xiao Dongyang's side. By then, all the families will unite and it will be difficult for us to deal with them."

Jiang Lianheng responded, "I've thought about what you said, but it's not like we can't talk to Xiao Dongyang. After all, the union is still in our hands!"

One trick is fresh, eat all over the sky.

Over the years, there have been people who have tried to challenge the Jiang family by joining the foreigners, but all of them were resolved one by one by the Jiang family. It was thanks to Jiang Lianheng that he was able to secure his position as the "boss" of Fengtian.

The Japanese chaebols needed the Jiang family's help to resolve labor disputes, so they always took care of the Jiang family's actions and even gave them convenience.

Perhaps, it was because of this that Takeda Nobuyuki had the illusion that Jiang Lianheng was a potential target that could be won over.

The current situation is nothing more than replacing the traitors of the past with the Koreans of the present.

Jiang Lianheng was fearless and naturally could not swallow this anger.

However, Hu Xiaoyan said worriedly: "You can't rely on just this one card to deal with all situations. Things in this world change all the time. You can't sit back and relax just because you control the union."

In recent years, Jiang Lianheng's temperament has changed. After hearing what Hu Xiaoyan said, he did not refute it immediately. Instead, he nodded and pondered to himself.

"Yeah, I know that, but the key is that this is the most effective card. If I don't use this card, what else can I use?"

Hu Xiaoyan didn't say anything. It wasn't because she couldn't answer, but because she couldn't even agree with the remaining options.

Back then, Xu Ruqing was tortured by Xiao Dongyang into such a horrible state that it is still vivid in his mind when he thinks back on it.

It is impossible for the Jiang family to be loyal to the Japanese, because in addition to national hatred, there is also family hatred.

But Xiao Dongyang was in Fengtian. No matter who they were, as long as their family business reached a certain level, they would inevitably have to deal with the devils. The Jiang family was no exception. Therefore, they could only try their best to deal with them, pretending to obey and pretending to be nice. The standard in between was like walking on a tightrope, and every step was thrilling.

After a long silence, Hu Xiaoyan said, "I'm just not sure how long this card can be used."

"What's going on?" Jiang Lianheng immediately became alert. "Could it be that someone from the union is also trying to challenge me?"

"That's not the case... Well, how can I tell you?"

Hu Xiaoyan opened the drawer and just took out the account book when Jiang Lianheng became annoyed.

He didn't like checking the accounts, and he wasn't good at this kind of detailed work, so he waved his hand and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't keep showing me the account book. I can't understand it either."

Hu Xiaoyan said, "This is not a public account on the counter, but a private account of our family. Look, the prices in the provincial capital have all been rising recently."

Jiang Lianheng joked, "Then you have to ask Aunt Song. Isn't she the one who buys the daily necessities for the family? I guess the old lady is short of money, right?"

"I know that Song Ma was greedy, but I never held her accountable. After all, she bought food for our family. But it is true that prices in the provincial capital have risen. I asked Nanfeng and Xinnian just now, and they all said the same thing. They wouldn't team up to cheat me just for such a small amount of money, right?"

"You also said it was a small amount of money. What does this have to do with the union?"

Hu Xiaoyan put away the account book and sighed, "This is small money for us, but for those workers, it means whether they can have enough food to eat."

Jiang Lianheng seemed to understand something, but he didn't say anything.

Hu Xiaoyan continued, “In recent years, we have been able to mediate labor disputes because, on the one hand, the factory owners trust us, and on the other hand, the workers are afraid of offending us. But in the final analysis, the workers can still make ends meet, but when they can’t even get enough to eat, they are not afraid of anything.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lianheng's stomach lurched and he almost immediately recalled the experience of being hungry.

It feels really bad to have no food in your stomach.

If a person goes crazy with hunger, he is certainly no longer a human being.

Back then, he became a thief because he was so hungry. Looking back now, it was probably an inevitable coincidence.

However, on second thought, I felt that Hu Xiaoyan's words were a bit alarmist.

"It's normal for prices to go up and down. Aren't you being a little too sensitive?"

"I also hope that I am overthinking it, but if that day really comes, our family will have no room to negotiate with Xiao Dongyang."

"No, no!" Jiang Lianheng waved his hand. "Everything in the provincial capital is fine now. It's not as serious as you say. You keep worrying about everything. Aren't you tired of it?"

Hu Xiaoyan nodded and said, "I hope so. I don't want to see our family's assets shrink."

"Let's talk business first!" Jiang Lianheng brought the topic back. "Now that Qingqiu Society is openly challenging me, I can't just pretend to be deaf and dumb. I must confront Song Lucheng, and I must also get involved in the West Tower. Do you have any objections?"

"No, but this is different from the previous situation. Those Koreans, strictly speaking, are all foreign expatriates. Now the provincial capital is peaceful. If we really want to take action against them, it is still difficult to strike a balance. Think about it, if you take too heavy a blow, it will definitely cause a lot of noise; but if you take it easy..."

"I didn't intend to let it go!"

Jiang Lianheng snorted coldly, "If Song Lucheng doesn't pay me with a few lives, don't even think about letting this go!"

Having said that, taking human life has never been a difficult thing for the Jiang family.

What really requires thinking is how to eliminate the negative impact, clear oneself of all charges, and disguise the major murder case as a tragic coincidence, so that both the Chinese and Western officials can give an explanation and stop pursuing the matter, while at the same time achieving the original purpose - it's difficult.

After hearing this, Hu Xiaoyan did not refute. She thought quietly for a moment before she responded:
"Then do as you wish. As for the consequences, I will find a way to resolve them."

"I've been waiting for you to say this!" Jiang Lianheng slammed the table and laughed, "How about it, wife, do you have any good ideas?"

“Yes, but it might be risky.”

"Is it worth it?" "What's the point of asking these questions now?" Hu Xiaoyan said calmly, "Since Qingqiu Society has to be destroyed, this little risk is worth it, and there is no better way at the moment!"

…………

Xiaoxiguan, Juxiang Building.

The warm sun was rising high outside the window, it was noon, and there were about ten people sitting in the private room. Most of them wore glasses and spoke in a pretentious manner.

These people are famous writers in the Fengtian Forum, the leaders of the old culture movement, the standard-bearers of feudal dregs, the representatives of shameless literati, and the examples of human trumpets.

There was only one person in it, which seemed a bit out of place.

Chuanghu was holding a business card and handing it out like a flyer, muttering to himself with a smile, "Junior Chuanghu, nice to meet you!"

Everyone took the name card, looked down, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh, so you are the 'Poplar Under the Bed'?"

Chuang Hu showed a delighted look on his face and said hurriedly, "Oh, I never thought that you have heard of me?"

"Not only have I heard of them, but they are so well-known that we have also had the honor of reading several of your masterpieces!"

"I'm so ashamed to say that these are just some clumsy works. I hope you can give me more criticism and corrections!"

"I dare not criticize you, but I want to ask you a question: When do you plan to stop writing?"

"Hehe, I plan to... No, why should I stop writing?"

Chuanghu's joy turned into sadness, and he immediately curled his lips, thinking that scholars looked down on each other, which was indeed an eternal truth.

Everyone cried out in pain, "Master Chuang, please be kind and give us a way out! In the past few years, whichever newspaper you published serially in was banned by the government. If you don't stop writing, we will have no place to submit our articles!"

"How come there is no place to submit your articles?" Chuang Hu retorted hastily, "Don't talk nonsense, those big newspapers are still standing!"

"Isn't that because they didn't publish your article?"

"Alright, alright, stop complaining here. I invited you all here today just to ask you to write an article."

"You invited us here?" Everyone looked at each other, "Didn't Mr. Wang ask us to come?"

These writers in the private room are the ones who often sing praises to the Jiang family in the newspapers. Because they sing well and disgustingly enough, their remuneration is exceptionally generous. They come when summoned and leave when dismissed. They have been cooperating with each other for many years and have already tacitly understood each other.

Chuanghu cleared his throat and said, "Uh... Mr. Wang has something to do and can't get away for the time being. He can only come over later, so he asked me to give you a question first."

After hearing this, everyone waved their hands and said, "No, no, we can't write a question like that."

"Hey, I haven't said it yet!" Chuang Hu argued quickly, "Listen carefully, the topic this time is called 'Korean Style'!"

"Writing about prostitutes?"

"What's the point of writing about prostitutes? You should write about the customs and people of Xita Gaoli Street! The rest of you should focus on writing about the positive side, expressing your compassion and sympathy for the exiles; the rest of you should focus on writing about the negative side, expressing your resentment and disgust towards the traitors! Also, you have to publish them in batches, don't just publish them all at once!"

When the shameless scholars in the audience heard this, they felt that Chuanghu was not joking, so they all leaned back in their chairs, crossed their arms, smoked cigarettes, and considered where to start so as to make a big fuss, confuse right and wrong, and spread rumors...

…………

At the same time, in another private room at the end of the corridor, Wang Zhengnan gently closed the door.

This private room is not big, with only a small round table. Sitting near the window is a young man in his early twenties, who is quite tall and has narrow features.

This man was named Park Tae-hoon, a member of the "Yilietuan". He had met Jiang Lianheng once and received financial support from the Jiang family. He escaped from the peninsula and settled down in Fengtian.

Wang Zhengnan sat down slowly and asked the first question: "When you came here, no one followed you, right?"

Park Tae-hoon said confidently: "Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I'm used to it. When I go out, I want to be as careful as a thief!"

"That's good, that's good!" Wang Zhengnan nodded, and then asked, "Are there any problems in your life recently?"

Park Tae-hoon suddenly laughed and said, "Mr. Wang, I have been in Fengtian for almost three years. During this period, we have only met twice. You would not want to see me for no reason. Tell me, is there anything Mr. Jiang needs help with? I think... it should be related to Qingqiu Society, right?"

"You already know everything?"

"Of course, I live in the West Tower, and many Koreans have heard about it."

In this case, Wang Zhengnan simply stopped beating around the bush.

"Mr. Park, I think you should know that when the Jiang family helped you settle in Fengtian, they took risks, and the risks were not small—"

Before he finished speaking, Park Tae-hoon raised his hand to interrupt him, saying, "I once told Mr. Jiang that the members of the Righteous Group are grateful and repaying kindness. Whenever Mr. Jiang needs help, we will do our best."

"Okay, very good. On behalf of the Jiang family, I would like to express my gratitude to you. However, Song Lucheng from Qingqiu Society is your compatriot after all. If you have any inconvenience, we can understand."

Wang Zhengnan pretended to be a little embarrassed and took the opportunity to gauge the other party's reaction.

"he?"

Park Tae-hoon snorted coldly, but said: "He can't be considered my compatriot. He is nothing more than a traitor who works for the Japanese! Moreover, one of his missions in Fengtian is to investigate the members of the "Yi Lie Tuan" lurking in Fengtian. If Mr. Jiang needs it, we are willing to help get rid of him, as long as you provide us with weapons!"

The purpose of the Yilietuan lies in the two words "righteousness and bravery".

If Park Tae-hoon can say it, he can naturally do it.

In fact, since the establishment of the "Yi Lie Tuan", it has been planning various assassination operations, never stopping and never giving up.

If you give them a grenade, they will dare to detonate it in the street - Wang Zhengnan has no doubt about it.

Park Tae-hoon was eager to try, and immediately promised: "As long as Mr. Jiang can provide us with enough pistols and explosives, let alone Qingqiu Society, we dare to blow up even the Dongyang Police Department Building."

“No, no, no…” Wang Zhengnan was so scared that he quickly waved his hands. “Good fellow, you really dare to think about it. That would make too much noise. If the truth is revealed and you expose the Jiang family, it would not be worth it. Besides, there is really no need for this.”

"Don't worry, we will never betray the Jiang family!" Park Tae-hoon immediately swore.

This statement is very clear.

However, how many people can keep their mouths shut under torture?
Wang Zhengnan obviously refused to believe it, and hurriedly reiterated: "The Jiang family does not want to escalate the situation. Our target is very clear, that is Song Lucheng of Qingqiu Society. If you really want to help, then do as I say and don't act on your own, OK?"

Park Tae-hoon seemed a little disappointed, but he immediately agreed: "Well, what exactly does Mr. Jiang need us to do?"

(End of this chapter)