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"Xu Shaoyu, Xu Fangrong, this is not just a coincidence."

Xian Yaowen grumbled, washed his hands, and walked to Li Yueru, "Sister Chaoqiong, the She family is here, and Lan E's brother is here too."

"Shall we go over now?" Li Yueru pretended to stand up.

Xian Yaowen replied, "Only one member of the She family came, Xu Fangrong, who used to live in Singapore, brought her son."

"You live in Singapore and just arrived?" Li Yueru seemed to understand. "Maybe the messenger has an idea?"

"The messenger's name is Xu Shaoyu. Do you think it's a coincidence?" Xian Yaowen said with a smile.

"Alas, money can make people's hearts flutter." Li Yueru shook her head. "Mr. She's body is still warm, but someone has already plotted to get his property. Yao Wen, what do you think?"

Xian Yaowen turned to look outside the store. "According to my original plan, I would have been in the Middle East by now. When the incident with Master She happened, all my plans were disrupted. There are still many things waiting for me to worry about. I can't afford to delay. I need a result as soon as possible."

"Aren't you going to wait for the rest of the She family?"

Xian Yaowen turned back and looked at Li Yueru, "I guess the message was not delivered to them. If Xu Shaoyu and Xu Fangrong are relatives, he may not know where the other members of the She family are."

"That's right." Li Yueru nodded. "Isn't it time to publish the obituary?"

"Let's talk about it after we meet Xu Fangrong." Xian Yaowen hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Do you think the relationship between Xu Fangrong and Mr. She is deep?"

"How can there be deep feelings when we are together so little and apart so often?"

Xian Yaowen smiled faintly and said, "The weaker the feelings, the sadder the crying and the more considerate the etiquette. It looks like I will have to be kneeled down by the widow later."

"You can handle it." Li Yueru stood up. "Let's go over and see how Xu Fangrong performs this play?"

"Well, let's go slowly and give her time to build up her emotions."

"hehe."

Pagoda Street.

In a shophouse, there is a Chinese secondary school that did not receive any donations and is operating on the third floor.

The school is not big and there are not many students. The shop is not large, so it is impossible to divide the classes, and there is no need to divide the classes. Several grades study in one classroom.

Zhou Hui Niang was a teacher in this middle school. At this moment, she was standing in front of the blackboard, writing the two big words "Revolution" on the blackboard. After writing, she turned to look at the students and showed the words that were blocked on the blackboard.

"revolution."

The students chanted in unison.

"Yes, it is revolution. These are the two most exciting words in the past hundred years." Zhou Hui Niang said passionately: "Mr. Lu Xun said that the 19th century was an era of revolution. Why was there a revolution?

That's because you are not content with the present and are not satisfied with the status quo.

Today, we are already living in the 20th century, but let me ask you, are you content with the present?"

"Do not."

The students raised their fists.

“Are you satisfied with the current situation?”

"Do not."

The students raised their fists again.

"Tell me, teacher, what are you dissatisfied with?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a student raised his right hand.

"Chen Anguo."

The student who asked Chen Anguo to stand up said, "I am dissatisfied with the injustice in society, the poor people who still can't stand up, and the colonialists and imperialists who are still showing off their power today."

Zhou Hui Niang nodded slightly, agreeing with Chen Anguo's words in her heart.

Perhaps encouraged by her, Chen Anguo's mood became even more high. He turned his head and slowly scanned the other students, "I am even more dissatisfied... We, the students who are about to graduate, have lost hope for the future because of the stubborn colonial government."

Zhou Hui Niang nodded again, and the other students cheered and clapped their hands.

Amid the applause, another student raised his hand and said, "I am dissatisfied and often don't have enough to eat..."

Before he finished speaking, the students next to him burst into laughter.

Zhou Hui Niang laughed out loud and said helplessly: "Pan Jiasheng, your family sells shrimp noodles, are you still not full?"

"No, no, no, I spoke too quickly." Pan Jiasheng waved his hands repeatedly, "I was going to say that I am dissatisfied with many people who are hungry and cold, while those colonial masters, those British, are all eating to their heart's content..."

The classmates laughed again and corrected him with a teasing tone, "It's a fat brain."

In the cheerful atmosphere, Zhou Huiniang instigated the students to vent their dissatisfaction with the colonial government, "Are there any of you who are dissatisfied with the colonial government like Chen Anguo and Pan Jiasheng?"

The students clenched their right fists and raised them to the air again and again, "I, I, I am not satisfied..."

"Very good." Zhou Hui Niang raised her hand to interrupt the students. "You raised your hands not only for me to see, and your dissatisfaction not only for me to hear, we want the colonial government to see and hear. Mr. Lu Xun said: Don't explode in silence..."

"Just die in silence." The students echoed in unison.

"it is good."

Zhou Hui Niang took the lead in applauding, and the students followed suit. The applause lasted for a long time until Zhou Hui Niang saw her cousin Zhou Yingli standing outside the classroom. She asked the students to leave the get out of class and went to Zhou Yingli herself.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Zhou Yingli smiled elegantly, "Come and pick you up to eat prawn noodles at Bukit Pasoh Road."

Zhou Hui Niang said coquettishly: "Brother, I don't like this name."

Zhou Yingli laughed, "What is that called? Mistress Street?"

“You can call it Guangxi Street.”

"Okay." Zhou Yingli smiled indulgently, "Miss Zhou, I'll pick you up to eat shrimp noodles at Guangxi Street."

Zhou Huiniang smiled and walked downstairs side by side with Zhou Yingli.

"Hui Niang, is it okay for you to talk about that in class?"

"Brother, the colonial government's policy has always been to require us to be slaves who obey orders, be at the mercy of others, and be inferior to others; the colonial government's policy has always been to let the immigrant community fend for itself. The government-run schools only teach English and employ graduates from English schools.

Chinese schools were established with funds raised by the Chinese themselves, and after graduation, students could only work in Chinese-run shops and companies. The colonial government did nothing for these young people. Why?

Zhou Hui Niang stopped, looked at Zhou Yingli's face, and shouted in a sonorous voice: "Why do the colonial governments do nothing but ask them to work and pay taxes?
How ironic! Where is the country?
What about the people?

When did the colonial government treat these children as civilians? "

Zhou Yingli said slowly: "The inability to unite the people is the biggest failure of the colonial government."

"That's because the colonial government doesn't treat us as citizens at all. Some people have lived here for half their lives, but they still haven't obtained citizenship." Zhou Hui Niang paused and looked at Zhou Yingli with hope. "Will you support us?"

Zhou Yingli was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What do I support you for?"

"You will be our legal advisor."

Zhou Yingli smiled shyly, "I'm not even a lawyer now."

"You have passed the bar exam in the UK, so you are already a qualified lawyer."

"That requires a law firm to hire me." Zhou Yingli gave Zhou Huiniang an awkward smile.

Zhou Hui Niang smiled knowingly, "Who is so short-sighted as to let go of a smart brother like me who graduated with honors?"

"If you were the Attorney General, that would be fine."

"You want to join the Attorney General's Office?"

"Yes." Zhou Yingli nodded slightly, "If you want to change the status quo, you must be part of it."

"That's right! Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You are a person who is preparing to do great things, and you must have lofty ambitions." Zhou Hui Niang said with a slightly flattering tone.

"Thank you for the compliment, Teacher Zhou." Zhou Yingli smiled knowingly.

Zhou Hui Niang smiled knowingly in response.

Having said enough, the two continued to go downstairs and slowly strolled to Bukit Pasoh Road.

Arriving at the market where food stalls are densely packed, Zhou Yingli, with his hands in his trouser pockets, tilted his head and said to Zhou Huiniang: "In the past, my second uncle often brought me here to eat shrimp noodles and drink Indian milk tea."

"My dad loves coming here. Do you know why?"

“There must be something here that he will never forget.”

"My dad said that he first met my aunt here." Zhou Hui Niang imagined the scene of her parents' meeting and said, "My dad said that he was deeply attracted to my aunt the first time he saw her."

"What a pity, Uncle and Aunt..." Zhou Yingli hesitated to speak, with a nostalgic look on his face.

Zhou Hui Niang glanced at Zhou Yingli's face, and sadness instantly flowed through her body.

On the eve of the fall of Singapore, the British called on wealthy Chinese businessmen to contribute money to form the Singapore Chinese Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army. Zhou's father was one of the investors. Later, for some reason, the Zhou family missed the last boat to escape Singapore and the family was stranded in Singapore.

During the autopsy, Zhou's father was betrayed by a traitor. The Japanese threw him into prison and tortured him severely. When Zhou's mother learned about it, she was desperate and gave a large sum of money to a traitor and sacrificed herself. After the traitor enjoyed Zhou's mother's body, he sent her to the gendarmerie. Zhou's mother spent an inhumane night, but ultimately failed to save Zhou's father, and she died of anger.

Seeing that Zhou Huiniang was not in a good state, Zhou Yingli looked around and said, "I smell the aroma of shrimp noodles."

Zhou Hui Niang forced a smile when she heard this, "The shrimp noodles you've been dreaming about are right in front of us. Ying An hasn't arrived yet, so let's have a cup of milk tea first."

"Okay."

As they were talking, the two of them came to the shared square table, ordered two cups of teh tarik from the teh stall, and chatted while drinking.

"Ying An seems to be very busy recently. He is always missing."

"He was busy dealing with union affairs. Many of the workers were illiterate and scattered, so they could only allow the capitalists to exploit them. Ying An helped everyone organize a union and fight for their rights through the power of the union."

"So how much does this job pay?"

"Well." Zhou Hui Niang chuckled and said, "Not only do we not have any income sometimes, but we also have to pay out of our own pockets to buy food and drinks for our co-workers."

Zhou Yingli thought, "That's a huge sacrifice."

"But if no one stands up, then those workers can only be slaughtered. With trade unions, if capitalists want to exploit and abuse workers, they will think twice before doing so. Otherwise, the trade unions will come forward to negotiate, and if the negotiations fail, they will take strike action."

Zhou Hui Niang slapped her hands on the table and said, "There is strength in unity. The capitalists must face up to the power of the workers."

Zhou Yingli looked at Zhou Huiniang blankly, speechless.

"what happened?"

"After not seeing each other for a few years, I feel like my sister has become a different person."

"Well, how has it changed?"

"Become...very strong."

"Is it strong or tough? Oh~"

"I remember you as a gentle person, always speaking softly."

"Women hold up half the sky, and being too weak is not an option."

"It seems that Ying An has a great influence on you."

"Ying An has indeed taught me a lot and helped me see the world more clearly."

"Ying An is indeed very good. I have heard my father praise him more than once since I came back. I am not interested in doing business, so my father hopes that Ying An can help him. However, from what you said, Ying An seems to be more inclined to fight against the capitalists."

"Ying An is not blindly dealing with capitalists. There are good capitalists too, like my uncle's pharmaceutical factory, which treats its employees like family members."

"That's because Uncle Kuitou is a good factory manager. However, my father and Uncle Kuitou are getting old. I am not the ideal candidate to inherit their business. If..."

Before Zhou Yingli finished speaking, a girl suddenly rushed to Zhou Huiniang, grabbed her arm, and shook her, shouting, "Teacher Zhou, save me, save me."

Zhou Hui Niang asked blankly: "Who are you?"

The girl said in a tearful voice, "I am your student Xiang Ping. I took your class for one semester in Form One."

As soon as the words fell, the girl looked back nervously.

Zhou Hui Niang stood up, grabbed the girl's forearm, and asked with concern: "Xiang Ping, what happened?"

The girl looked back with a look of fear on her face, shouting "Someone is trying to catch me" and pretending to run forward.

Just at this moment, two men rushed over and pulled the girl away from Zhou Hui Niang's arms, and then another man stepped forward to block Zhou Hui Niang from rushing forward.

Seeing his sister confronting others, Zhou Yingli quickly shouted, "What are you doing?"

The man blocking the road glared fiercely, "Dude, don't push your luck."

"I am her teacher." Zhou Hui Niang said, pointing at the girl.

"So what if you're my teacher?" The man who blocked my way stared at Zhou Huiniang with lustful eyes and said frivolously, "Should I bow to you and say good morning, teacher?"

Seeing this, Zhou Yingli took two steps forward and hid Zhou Hui Niang within his protection.

However, Zhou Hui Niang was not afraid and shouted, "Who are you? Where do you want to take her?"

The girl whose arms were locked and clamped shook her body from side to side and cried, "Teacher, they want to take me to be a dancer and accompany men, um~"

"You are simply lawless."

"Teacher, be careful with your words, what are you talking about? Lawless." The man who blocked the road clenched his fist and raised his thumb to point at the girl, "Her father borrowed money at high interest and had no money to pay back, so he sold his daughter. So, you want to help her pay off the debt?
You are so beautiful and a teacher. If you are willing to become a dancer, it will definitely be a sensation."

"You hooligans are totally lawless. Do you still have the law in your eyes?"

When Zhou Yingli spoke, his tone was still elegant, without much imposingness. Zhou Huiniang looked at him and felt very anxious. It seemed that her elder brother was a little naive, and was talking about the law with gangsters.

"This is our territory, we are the law." The man who blocked the road raised his fist and shouted: "Law? My fist is the law."

"Sir, your understanding of the law is really eye-opening to me. It seems that all the law I studied in the UK in the past few years has been in vain." Zhou Yingli raised his voice and said, "I need to let you know that I am a lawyer. My understanding of the law should be the most correct. If you dare to touch me, prepare to go to jail.

Threatening, beating, loan sharking, forcing women of good families into prostitution, these charges combined are enough to put you in jail for ten years."

Seeing that the man who blocked the road was stunned by Zhou Yingli's words, Zhou Huiniang quickly said, "Brother, didn't you make an appointment with Sheriff Smith for tea?"

"Yes, I'll let the sheriff come and see for himself how lawless these hooligans are." Zhou Yingli shouted at the two men who were holding the girl, "Don't let go."

The two men were so shocked that they forgot to exert force on the girl. The girl seized the opportunity to break free and rushed into Zhou Hui Niang's arms.

Seeing that the "goods" had been lost, and not knowing Zhou Yingli's background, the man who blocked the road had no choice but to point at Zhou Yingli and said harshly: "Don't walk away if you have the guts."

Zhou Yingli was a little proud of himself when he saw that his magical power had taken effect. "If you have the guts, come back. I'll wait for you."

"Just wait for me."

The man who blocked the road uttered another harsh word, turned around and left quickly, and the other men followed.

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Zhou Hui Niang asked the girl, "Are you okay?"

Without waiting for the girl to reply, she looked at Zhou Yingli and said, "Brother, let's go quickly."

“I haven’t even eaten the prawn noodles yet.”

If Zhou Yingli was a little timid at the beginning, now I, Zhou Yingli, am fearless.

After he finished speaking, he walked back to the table and sat down casually.

Zhou Hui Niang was very worried, "But what if those hooligans come back..."

"I told you to wait until they come back." Zhou Yingli calmly picked up the milk tea and took a sip.

"Why are you taking them seriously? These hooligans are rampant. There is no need to confront them head-on."

Zhou Yingli pursed his lips at the girl and said, "Your student seems to be frightened. Find a place for her to have a good rest. And help me make a phone call."

"Sister Chaoqiong, we don't know when we can eat later, so let's eat something here to fill our stomachs before going." Xian Yaowen followed Zhou Huiniang who was escorting the girls away, and said to Li Yueru.

Xian Yaowen and Li Yueru just passed by. He was attracted when he saw Zhou Huiniang, not because Zhou Huiniang was as beautiful as a fairy, but because she looked like an old friend.

This old friend was his sworn sister in his previous life. She was gifted since childhood and was carefully taught by the old man. When she was in her teens, she was as smart as a demon and was even better than her teacher.

When the old man had not explicitly designated him as the successor, his mother had considered marrying him to his sister. However, she later discovered that her worry was unnecessary. Since he passed the age where he might die young, the old man had already made it clear that he was the successor, and his sister was fully supporting him.

Later, the marriage plan naturally came to nothing, and he and his sister continued to get along as brother and sister.

Sitting at the table, Xian Yaowen looked at Zhou Huiniang who was walking away, his eyes became blurred, and he couldn't help but sigh when he recalled the past. The old man carefully nurtured his sister, and his sister was kind and caring about the family. When he came into this world, he was still alone.

Of course, she was unmarried not because of family needs, but because of repaying her parents' kindness. Her step-sister had been hiding it very well, but he could tell that the man of her dreams was the old man, and that the man who raised her was not her step-daughter, but a little lover.

However, the old man was very principled in terms of ethics and would never accept his adopted daughter becoming his lover. The adopted sister knew this very well, and the result was...

Xian Yaowen sighed and asked himself, both he and the old man owed their sister emotionally, he could see it, how could the old man remain in the dark? After all, the old man's motives for raising his sister were not pure, he was pretending to be stupid out of selfishness.

Although the old man's ethical principles had a certain impact on him, he was not as firm as the old man. He rejected Sun Shucheng only because she was not good enough and not close to his heart. The temptation was not great enough to prompt him to violate his principles. The old man and his sister had no blood relationship, so he could actually accept their union.

After being in a trance for a while, the alarm bells in his heart began to ring. He was not sure whether the aftermath of Lu Yuejing had passed. He was lost in thought on the street at this time. He probably wanted to set the anniversary of his death as soon as possible.

When he came to himself, he just saw Li Yueru's soft hand reaching out to the back of his hand, and their eyes met in mid-air.

Li Yueru asked with concern: "Yao Wen, do you know that girl?"

"I don't know her." Xian Yaowen shook his head, "It's just that she looks a lot like an old friend of mine, whom I'll never see again."

Hearing this, Li Yueru misunderstood and consoled him, "The person has passed away, and the living are like this."

Xian Yaowen smiled faintly, without explaining, and just pursed his lips at Zhou Yingli, "He seems a little naive now. I'm curious about what he will be like when he grows up."

"Love the house and the dog?"

"This is just an inducement. The main reason is that he is studying law and will be a lawyer in the future." Xian Yaowen turned around and looked at Li Yueru and said, "The upper class in Singapore adheres to Western values. In the West, the success rate of lawyers is very high. Many politicians are lawyers. In Singapore, it probably won't be bad either. It depends on which direction he plans to go.

Look at him, with his hair combed back in a 3:7 split style and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looks gentle and refined, a man of talent. But his performance just now gave me the illusion that I was watching a play. If he was a character living in a play..."

Li Yueru laughed and said, "He will be the worst person."

"Yeah." Xian Yaowen nodded, "He may become a bad guy, but he won't be the worst one."

"How to say?"

"Sister Chao Qiong, we are also living in a drama."

Li Yueru rolled her eyes at Xian Yaowen and said, "You are a bad person, but I am not."

Xian Yaowen laughed and said, "The worst people are always among the good people. They never think they are bad people. A petty thief who kills a few people is unforgivable and everyone wants to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Li Shimin caused a river of blood in the Xuanwu Gate Incident, killed his father and brother, and took over his own sister-in-law, but he became an emperor of all ages.

Once a person reaches a certain level, he cannot be a bad person. He must be a very good person, transcending good and bad, judging only by his merits and demerits. Moreover, his merits must outweigh his demerits. Unless the world changes, the person whose merits outweigh his demerits will be replaced by another person. "

"Yao Wen, aren't you exaggerating what you said? Do you want to sit on the throne of Singapore?" (End of this chapter)