Conquering the world from the Kaiser's driver

At this time he heard Lin Yangyu's voice.

"Shang Zhou, are you done packing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yangyu appeared at the door. He looked at Lin Shangzhou in the room with a booklet in his hand in surprise. He walked into the room and said, "Hey, why are you interested in looking at photos today? You didn't like taking pictures before."

"I just wanted to take a look after I found it."

Lin Shangzhou replied as he closed the notebook and wanted to put it in his suitcase. He only knew part of what happened when the photos were taken. If Lin Yangyu asked him if he remembered what was in the photos, it would be difficult for him to explain.

But before he could put the notebook into the suitcase, Lin Yangyu sat down next to him, took the booklet from him and opened the first page. He pointed to a black and white photo and said, "This is the photo taken by the village photographer for our family that year."

Lin Shangzhou looked down at the people in the photo. It was obviously a family portrait. There were five people in total. Sitting on the chair in the middle was an octogenarian with a solemn and serious expression. He seemed to be his grandfather. On his right stood a couple. The woman was holding a baby in her arms. Lin Shangzhou guessed that the child was himself. On the left of the old man was the younger Lin Yangyu. Next to Lin Yangyu was a young woman. Lin Shangzhou didn't know if she was his uncle's wife or one of his aunts.

However, no matter which person is in the photo, Lin Shangzhou always has a sense of familiarity.

Lin Yangyu seemed to know what Lin Shangzhou was curious about, and pointed at the young woman and said, "This is your aunt, Lin Cuimei."

"My aunt?"

Lin Shangzhou looked carefully at the young woman named "Lin Cuimei" in the photo. She did look somewhat similar to Lin Yangyu.

When Lin Yangyu mentioned his sister to him, a bit of sadness appeared on his face. Lin Shangzhou noticed the change in his uncle's expression and swallowed back the questions he wanted to ask. It was obvious that his aunt had passed away.

Lin Yangyu turned around and said to him, "Before, because you were young, I never told you about our family. Now that you have grown up, it is time to tell you about it."

"Well, uncle, you tell me."

Lin Shangzhou nodded and listened to Lin Yangyu's speech carefully.

Lin Yangyu pointed at the old man in the photo and said, "This is your grandfather. He was so happy when you were born. Unfortunately, he died of illness before he could see you grow up."

"Ugh…"

Lin Yangyu sighed with regret, and Lin Shangzhou also felt a little sad because of his uncle's sigh.

After sighing, Lin Yangyu moved his finger to his aunt and said, "When your grandfather passed away, the family had no money. In order to have money to bury your grandfather, your aunt married the stupid son of a landlord. The landlord was not a bad person, and she lived a good life in the landlord's family. But fate played tricks on her, and your aunt died of dystocia when giving birth."

Then he moved his finger to Lin Shangzhou's parents and said, "Your father was forcibly conscripted by the army when you were 8 years old. You should remember this. A year later, the people from the same village who were taken to the army came back, but your father did not. That person said that your father was taken away and shot because he obstructed the superiors from harming the people."

Even though this wasn't exactly his father, Lin Sang-joo felt sad and angry after hearing his uncle talk about his experiences. He was sad about his father's death and angry about the corruption in the army.

"Uncle, did that fellow villager tell me what the officer's name was?"

Lin Shangzhou asked. In his plan, becoming the prime minister or returning to China after leaving Germany was inevitable. If there was a chance, he wanted to avenge his father whom he had never met.

"Hmm...let me think about it."

After thinking about it carefully for a while, Lin Yangyu said: "I remember his last name was Sun, but I forgot his specific name..."

(Sun?)

Lin Shangzhou was shocked. Could it be Sun Chuanfang?

But this is a bit unreasonable. He is from Henan, and Sun Chuanfang is a warlord on the side of the Eight Provinces Alliance, that is, the eastern and southern provinces. It is impossible to recruit soldiers from Henan, otherwise there will be a conflict with the warlords in Henan.

He recalled the warlords in Henan in his mind, and soon thought of one person: Sun Dianying.

Lin Yangyu was also thinking back to the specific details of the incident. After a few seconds, he said uncertainly, "I think his name was...Sun...Dian or something..."

"Sun Dianying?"

Lin Shangzhou continued what his uncle said. After hearing the name, Lin Yangyu nodded and said, "Yes, yes, it's that bastard named Sun Dianying!"

After identifying his enemy, Lin Shangzhou made up his mind to deal with Sun Dianying in the future, whether he went to China as prime minister or returned to China to fight the Northern Expedition.

"But Shang Zhou, how do you know his name?"

Lin Yangyu reacted and asked Lin Shangzhou in confusion. Lin Shangzhou smiled awkwardly and said, "I guessed."

"You're a smart kid, you guessed it right the first time."

Lin Yangyu didn't think too much about it. He reached out and patted Lin Shangzhou on the head and said with a smile.

But his smile soon disappeared. He placed his finger on Lin Shangzhou's mother and said, "Your mother has been in poor health since she gave birth to you. After she knew your father passed away, she became seriously ill. Half a year later, your mother also passed away."

After saying this, Lin Yangyu sniffed. He had always been reluctant to think about these things. His family members passed away one after another, and in the end only he and his little nephew were left.

He put his finger on himself and said, "After your mother passed away, I took you away from home and finally came to Germany to work as a driver for His Majesty the Emperor."

After listening to his uncle's story about his family, Lin Shangzhou suddenly felt that the middle-aged man next to him was very lonely. All his family members were gone, and he was the only one with him.

Thinking that Lin Yangyu didn't know that his former nephew had disappeared, Lin Shangzhou felt that he was even more pitiful.

However, this also made him determined to treat his uncle well in the future and let him enjoy all the wealth and glory.

"Uncle, when I become prime minister, I will return to China to avenge my father!"

Lin Shangzhou said to Lin Yangyu. Lin Yangyu was a little sad at first, but his words made him laugh. He said with a smile: "You are quite talkative. Uncle doesn't want you to go back for revenge in the future. Just live a good life in Germany."

"No no no, I'm not kidding..."

Lin Shangzhou shook his head and wanted to say something else, but then he gave up explaining. After all, explanations were not as good as future actions.

"You, just live your life well for now. I'm looking forward to seeing my niece-in-law and holding my grandnephew, hahaha."

Lin Yangyu laughed and put his arm around Lin Shangzhou's shoulders. Without waiting for Lin Shangzhou to answer, he turned to the next page and told him the stories contained in the other photos.

Lin Shangzhou was very happy to listen to his uncle talk about these past events and listened to his uncle's words carefully.

Then the two of them continued to pack their luggage. After more than an hour of hard work, Lin Shangzhou and his uncle finally finished packing all the luggage. After finishing their work, they sat on the sofa to rest. Out of curiosity, Lin Shangzhou asked his uncle: "Uncle, why did you not want to move out before?"

Lin Yangyu looked at the clock on the wall for a while before saying, "Shang Zhou, it's almost the Spring Festival."

"Spring Festival?"

Lin Shangzhou was stunned. Is the Spring Festival coming soon?

Lin Yangyu nodded and said, "I have been calculating the time. It will be the Chinese New Year in a few days. Uncle, I don't like to celebrate the Chinese New Year in a strange place. It won't feel right if I don't celebrate it at home."

"Besides, uncle, I am a rather conservative person. Once I get used to living in one place, I don't want to move to another place. If someone forces me to move there, I will be very uncomfortable."

There was a strong taste of complaint in his words. Lin Shangzhou could hear his uncle's dissatisfaction with him. He didn't know what to say, so he scratched his head and chuckled.

Because of his experience before the time travel, Lin Shangzhou was not averse to the trouble of changing residence. He had long been accustomed to constantly changing his residence and could adapt well to the environment every time he arrived at a place.

Lin Yangyu reached out and touched his nephew's head lovingly. He smiled and said, "But since my nephew cares so much about his uncle's safety, I have no choice but to move, hahaha."

"But you have to bring Letitia to our new home for dinner tonight. She's quite pitiful. She broke up with her father. I said a long time ago that I would cook her a delicious meal, but I never did. You must remember to bring her over this time."

As he was speaking, Lin Yangyu changed the subject and spoke to Lin Shangzhou in a commanding tone. Lin Shangzhou did not object to this and nodded in agreement.

After lunch, Lin Shangzhou went to work at the newspaper, while Lin Yangyu waited at home for the freight company to come.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Yangyu was checking the things he and his nephew had packed. At this time, there was a knock on the door. He went to open the door without thinking. After opening the door, he saw three strangers standing at the door. He said to the strangers standing at the door: "Luis called you to help move the things."

The three of them were stunned, and the one standing in the front immediately reacted and nodded and said, “Yes, that’s right, Mr. Lewis sent us to help you move your things.”

Lin Yangyu was confused by the way this person addressed Louis. Shouldn't he call him "Mr. Bonaparte?" But he didn't think too much about it. Maybe they had a good relationship with Louis.

"Come in quickly."

As he spoke, he warmly welcomed them into his home, and three strangers walked into the room one after another.

After looking around the room, the leading man asked Lin Yangyu, "Where's the other person? Is he home?"

Lin Yangyu shook his head without even thinking and said, "Shang Zhou, he's at work and not at home, but it's okay if he's not here, let's move all the things to the car first."

After saying that, he walked to the side, picked up a box and wanted to go out. When he passed by a person, Lin Yangyu noticed something wrong. He found that the person seemed to be holding something in his hand. More importantly, he remembered that he didn't see a truck outside the door just now, and these three people didn't look like movers.

He thought of those extreme racists that Lin Shangzhou had mentioned two days ago. After putting them together, Lin Yangyu felt something was wrong and he quickened his pace to leave.

The three were very dissatisfied with Lin Yangyu's answer. They turned around and looked at Lin Yangyu who was walking to the door. After seeing him quicken his pace, the three looked at each other, took out the daggers in their pockets, walked quickly to the back of Lin Yangyu and stabbed him in the back as he was about to leave.

Then he covered Lin Yangyu's mouth tightly so that he could only make a dull "woohoo" sound. At this time, the other person stabbed the dagger in Lin Yangyu's abdomen from the side, and quickly stabbed the second and third knives.

After stabbing Lin Yangyu in the abdomen several times, the man released his hand that was covering Lin Yangyu and took a step back. After losing his support, Lin Yangyu fell backwards to the ground, and blood continued to flow out of the wound and radiated around Lin Yangyu's body.

The three murderers came outside the house, took gasoline from their car, went into the house and spilled the gasoline on the ground, starting from the room on the second floor, and then they spilled the gasoline all over the house.

Lin Yangyu could feel his life slipping away. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes like slides.

Finally, it froze on Lin Shangzhou's face. He remembered what he had said to his nephew in the morning. He wanted to see his nephew get married, he wanted to see his nephew have children, he wanted to see his nephew's grandson grow up slowly...

He had many things he wanted to do and see. He had also thought about his own death in the future, but at that time he was thinking about what would happen to his nephew if he died?

But after seeing his nephew grow up, he no longer worried about this problem, because his nephew was already stronger than him as an uncle.

After that, the only thing he thought about when he died was closing his eyes surrounded by his family. He wanted to see his nephew take care of him and see him to the end of his life.

But now, all this is impossible.

At this moment, Lin Yangyu understood why his nephew was so anxious to ask him to move. In a trance, he saw his nephew's face appear in front of him. He wanted to apologize to him, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. The last stream of blood gushed out of his throat, and after that, Lin Yangyu's eyes lost the color of life.

The blood gushing out of his mouth flowed down his cheeks to the ground and mixed with the gasoline. The next second, a raging flame started. The red flames mercilessly devoured Lin Yangyu, who was lying on the ground without a breath of life, and also devoured the house.

Devoured Lin Shangzhou's only relative.

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Chapter 167: Say it quickly: Thank you Vic!

With the help of gasoline, the flames easily engulfed the house. The three murderers stood outside the fence and looked at the building in front of them with satisfaction as it burned raging. The heat waves from the fire made beads of sweat ooze out of the three men's foreheads in this cold February.

One of them wiped his forehead with his slightly oily hand. The smell of gasoline on his hand reminded him that he hadn't finished his work yet. He reached out his hand, patted the person next to him and said, "Stop looking. We still have to deal with another guy."

The man being photographed came back to his senses from his fascination with the burning building and nodded.

Thinking that he had to kill one more person before he could leave Berlin, he anxiously urged the third person: "Stop looking! Hurry up and kill that guy named Fritz, or we'll be in trouble."

The third man came back to his senses from the shock of what he had just done, and was immediately hit by a heat wave. This heat wave was like a gust of wind that blew away some of the racist fanaticism in his heart, and reason returned to this man at this moment.

Compared with his two companions, he was slightly younger and stood there. He was extremely concerned about what his companions had just said, "Trouble", yes, "Trouble". After regaining some of his sanity, he thought about the consequences of killing the emperor's driver - the death penalty.

The shadow of the death penalty lingered in his mind, but the fear of death and the heat from the blazing fire extinguished the racist fanaticism in his heart.

He regretted following the two men on a whim at the instigation of the club owner. He turned to his companions with fear on his face and opened his mouth, wanting to persuade them to do something.

He wanted to persuade his companions to stop, but he thought it was ridiculous. People had been killed, so if they stopped at this time, what would be the point of doing these things?

But he no longer had the courage to continue. After the racist frenzy dissipated, he felt nauseous and frightened when he recalled what had happened before.

His two companions saw his hesitation and the expression on his face and understood what was going on. The anxious one was furious and wanted to scold him, but the other one stopped him and shook his head. He gently said to the young murderer who had regained his rationality: "I know what you are worried about and afraid of, but now is not the time to be distracted."

"We all know what the consequences of doing this are, but you also know that the boss has prepared a way out for us."

As he said this, he took out a train ticket from his pocket and waved it in front of the young murderer. After seeing the train ticket, the young murderer also took out the train ticket from his pocket with trembling hands.

This train ticket is one of the escape routes prepared for them by the club owner.

The impatient murderer walked to the car, picked up the license plate, and said to the young murderer impatiently: "This license plate is also fake. The boss will take this car away and scrap it after this is done. Although there is a risk of being seen if we kill that person in the city, as long as we leave in time, no one will know that we did it."

"But…"

He changed the subject and threatened, "If that yellow monkey survives because of your delay, we will be the ones to die. The vengeful Chinese will definitely use the power of Your Majesty to kill us, even if you are a minor."

If there were other people here, they probably would not believe that he was a minor. This young murderer was a minor just like the passionate Serbian youth Princip who shot and killed the Austro-Hungarian Crown Prince 17 years ago. However, Princip did it for "national justice" while this young man did it for his own dirty desires.

The other man walked up to the young murderer, put one hand on his shoulder, and hid the other hand behind his back holding a dagger. He said to him sympathetically, "If you want to quit now, you can. Hand over your train ticket. If you get caught in the future, don't blame us. The boss won't help you. We also hope you don't reveal our affairs."

He looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, and when the other hesitated, he clenched the dagger in his hand, ready to end another life at any time.

I don't know whether he noticed the little action of his companion in front of him, or was persuaded by the words of his impatient companion and realized that if he didn't kill the other person, he would suffer. Regardless of the reason, the young murderer put the train ticket in his pocket and nodded to his companion.

"Let's go quickly, otherwise it will be troublesome if we are late."

The two companions felt somewhat relieved when they saw that he had made up his mind.

At this time, the anxious murderer saw a tractor driving towards this side in the distance, and he hurriedly urged the two to get in the car.

The three of them then drove towards the Wuyou Palace, leaving behind only a house that was burning with flames.

They had driven along this road before, and going in this direction would be the fastest way to reach the Forward newspaper office.

On the other side, Hans, who was changing guard in front of the gate of Wuyou Palace, saw thick black smoke rising from the distance. When he saw the black smoke, he felt uneasy. He knew that direction was Lin Shangzhou's house, and there was only one possibility that could produce such a huge amount of black smoke on this road and in that direction - Lin Shangzhou's house was on fire.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly said to Vic: "Vic, go in and call the police!"

Vic looked at him blankly, not knowing why Hans was so anxious. Hans pointed at the smoke and said to him, "Look over there, Fritz's house is on fire!"

"what!?"

When Vic saw the thick smoke and heard Hans' words, he screamed in surprise. As soon as he turned his head and took a step, he remembered that he had just seen a black car driving towards him in the distance. So he turned his head and looked again, and sure enough, he saw a black car driving towards him.