Chen Zikun chatted with Xiong Xiling for a long time.
He said he was chatting, but in fact he was mainly listening.
Although many of the names mentioned by Xiong Xiling were extremely unfamiliar to him, he could get a basic understanding after hearing more.
For example, General Xu Shuzheng, under Xiong Xiling The description is of a character very similar to Zhou Yu in the Three Kingdoms.
Although he is talented, he is narrow-minded and cannot achieve great things.
"The parliamentary politics of the Republic of China was ruined at the hands of Xiao Xu.
He bribed members, manipulated Congress, acted arbitrarily, trampled on the dignity of the law, killed Beiyang General Lu Jianzhang without permission, robbed the private government of arms, and even tore each other's faces apart.
He did everything he could to achieve more than he could accomplish."
When Xiong Xiling mentioned Xu Shuzheng, he was filled with resentment.
Chen Zikun said: "Beiyang is fatuous and decadent, but the country's hope lies in the south."
Xiong Xiling shook his head: "Tang Jiyao in Yunnan, Lu Rongting in Guangxi, and Chen Jiongming in Guangdong are all the same as the northern warlords."
"What about Mr.
Sun Wen?"
"Sun Wen was not as good as Song Jiaoren in terms of organization, not as good as Huang Xing in terms of military affairs, and he did not have an army of his own, so let's not mention him."
"From what Mr.
Xiong sees, there are people in China who can turn the tide."
Xiong Xiling thought for a moment and said: "Only Wu Peifu, the commander of the Third Army Division stationed in Hengyang and General Fuwei, has outstanding military exploits and progressive thinking.
He can also be called a model in morality, comparable to Guan Yue."
Wu Peifu, Wu Peifu, and Chen Zikun silently wrote down this name.
The next day, Chen Zikun bought two gifts and went to visit and thank Gu Hongming and Liu Shipei.
The two gentlemen were extremely satisfied with the performance of their beloved disciple, and each left him to eat.
On the third day, Yu Deshun suddenly came to the door, mysteriously Xixi told Chen Zikun some news.
"Brother, something happened to the Lin family, you don't know yet," Yu Deshun said.
Chen Zikun immediately thought of Lin Wenjing's safety, stood up suddenly, put his hands on Yu Deshun's shoulders and shook him: "What's wrong?"
"Brother, don't worry, listen to me."
Yu Deshun's shoulder was so painful from being scratched that he quickly explained, "The little lady you are interested in is fine, but her father died of illness."
"Why did Mr.
Lin die of illness?"
Chen Zikun was shocked.
Although Mr.
Lin didn't look very good, he couldn't die of illness so quickly.
Lin Zhimin is the only one in the Lin family who works to earn money to support his wife, children and servants.
Once he dies, the whole family will be destroyed.
Lin Wenjing's life will be greatly affected.
She never had a mother, but now her father has left, and her stepmother treats her badly.
It's always been bad.
How can a person live alone?
Yu Deshun observed his words and knew that he had made the right calculation this time.
Chen Zikun had indeed fallen in love with this little girl.
He said in a low tone: "I heard it from the man in the factory.
Their family set up a funeral shed yesterday.
It’s a neighbor, I asked someone to seal him with ten yuan of paper money to show his appreciation.”
Chen Zikun didn't have time to listen to his hypocritical performance.
He rushed to Lin's house in a hurry, only to see a group of workers dismantling the funeral shed.
Uncle Zhang stood at the door with a look of sadness and confusion on his face.
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"Uncle Zhang, sir, the funeral has already been held," Chen Zikun stepped forward and asked.
Uncle Zhang burst into tears, nodded and said: "I sent it to the temple early in the morning and parked it.
The gentleman is from Fujian.
In the future, the coffin will be transported back to his hometown for burial.
It's pitiful that it belongs to an orphan and a widowed mother."
Chen Zikun had no choice but to leave twenty yuan as silk money, and told Uncle Zhang his address and phone number, asking him to come to him if he had anything urgent.
He sighed with him for a while before leaving.
Mr.
Lin is a foreigner with few relatives and friends in Beijing, so the funeral was kept simple and ended hastily after only one day.
My wife asked Mother Lin to hire a few gangsters to carry Mr.
Lin's coffin to Fayuan.
The temple is temporarily stored in the temple.
As Lin Zhimin’s only relative in Beijing, Lin Changmin He helped a lot.
According to him, the forensic doctor found the ingredients of arsenic in the last vomit of the deceased, and the police also found some highly toxic arsenic in Dr.
Ono’s clinic.
As for why a Japanese Western medicine doctor would hide arsenic?
That's unknown.
In short, people died in vain.
The family returned to the alley of the back house.
Uncle Zhang presented the twenty yuan sent by Chen Zikun, saying that it was a gift from Chen Zikun of Ziguang Automobile Factory.
The wife had never heard of this name and only regarded it as a friend of her husband during his lifetime.
Lin Wenjing remembered what happened.
If my husband is gone, there is no reason to continue living in Beijing.
My husband is from Fujian and his family still has some houses and property, so he has to go back to take care of it.
My wife comes from a family of small business owners in Shanghai.
Although she spends money lavishly and has a bad temper on weekdays, she can still stand alone at critical moments.
She called Lin Wenjing and Lin Wenlong, siblings, and said calmly: "Daddy is no longer here.
We are going back to Shanghai, Wen Jing, your biological parents are gone, so just live with Aunt Mi.
Aunt Mi used to have a bad temper and often scolded you, so don’t take it to heart. " Lin Wenjing burst into tears and burst into tears.
Lin Wenlong also started crying.
The wife wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "Don't cry.
Just pack your luggage and go.
I've asked someone to buy the train tickets.
We'll leave the day after tomorrow."
Lin Wenjing choked up and said, "But, I still have to go to school."
The wife said: "Wen Jing, Peking University is expensive, the courses are long, and your father is gone.
Our family really doesn't have the money for you to study."
Lin Wenjing was silent.
The pension and arrears of wages left by her father, as well as the money from relatives and friends, added up to a lot of money.
It was enough for her to study.
But her father not only had his own daughter, but also Wenlong.
Moreover, Wenlong is a boy and is still young.
He will spend more time studying and spending more money in the future.
How could Aunt Mi ignore her biological son and take care of her unrelated daughter.
That night, Lin Wenjing went to bed early, but she stared at the roof and couldn't fall asleep.
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As soon as she closed her eyes, her father's voice and smile appeared in front of her eyes.
When her father left, all arrangements were disrupted.
But I really want to stay and study at Peking University.
"Believe in yourself, and you will succeed."
Suddenly, Chen Zikun's words jumped out.
Lin Wenjing jumped up, bit her lip and thought for a long time, and finally decided to rely on herself.
She quietly put on her cotton robe and shoes and walked out of the hanging flower door.
Uncle Zhang in the concierge was sleeping soundly, snoring loudly, and did not hear the sound of the door latch being moved.
Lin Wenjing went out, closed the door gently, and quickly walked out of the alley.
Just as an empty foreign car came by on the street, she quickly stopped: "Foreign car."
"Miss, please, where are you going?"
The driver was clean and tidy, with a dark face showing honesty.
"I'm going to Fafa Alley Ziguang Automobile Factory."
Lin Wenjing said.
"Okay."
The driver pulled up the foreign cart and walked quickly.
Four carbide lamps illuminated the road in white.
The two places were originally close to each other, but they arrived in a short time.
Lin Wenjing got out of the car and took out the money: "How much?"
"Follow me, no money required."
The coachman smiled with his white teeth.
Only then did Lin Wenjing notice a bronze plate on the body of the car, with two words engraved on it: Purple Light.
The door of Ziguang Depot was open, with four lanterns hanging above the door, and everything was bright.
Lin Wenjing mustered up the courage to step forward and asked a kind-hearted middle-aged man at the door: "Uncle, does Chen Zikun live here?"
The middle-aged man was Xue Pingshun, the shopkeeper of Ziguang Automobile Factory.
It was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening.
Suddenly, a girl dressed as a schoolgirl came to see Da Kunzi.
He immediately knew something in his heart.
This girl is what I'm thinking about.
Her appearance, figure and temperament are indeed not on the same level as Myolie's.
No wonder.
"You found the right one, Boss Chen lives here, you are" "My name is Lin Wenjing, and I am his friend."
Lin Wenjing said shyly.
This was the first time in her life that she went to a strange place alone, and she was looking for a man.
"Okay, I'll take you in."
Xue Pingshun was about to lead Lin Wenjing in when suddenly another car came back to take over the shift.
He was busy handling it and happened to see Myolie coming out of it, so he said: "Myolie, take this girl with you.
Find Da Kunzi."
Xing'er glanced at her and felt a sour feeling in her heart.
She was the one Da Kunzi liked.
She was small and exquisite and looked quite thin.
She must be a frail and sickly master.
Her hands were so white and tender, so she definitely didn't know how to work.
If you don't know how to serve others, you are far worse than yourself.
However, Beijing girls are generous.
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Even though they knew they were love rivals, they still greeted her with a smile, "Oh, I'm Da Kunzi's friend.
Please come in."
Chen Zikun was hiding in the bedroom wiping the two box cannons when he suddenly heard footsteps that shouldn't belong here.
His heart moved and he quickly stuffed the box cannons under his pillow.
When he came out, he saw that it was Lin Wenjing who was here.
"Miss, you're here, sit down in the room quickly, Xing'er, bring some tea."
Chen Zikun opened the door curtain, Lin Wenjing blushed, and walked in.
Xing'er pouted and glanced at Chen Zikong, angrily carrying the The teapot is gone.
Lin Wenjing was a little reserved.
After sitting down, she still lowered her head and held the corners of her clothes with her hands.
She was silent for a while and said, "My father has passed away.
We are going back to Shanghai."
Chen Zikun said hurriedly: "What about your studies?"
"I didn't officially enroll in school, I was just a probationary student, and Aunt Mi said my family didn't have enough money."
"I'll give it," Chen Zikun blurted out, then quickly changed his words, "I mean, I'll pay, no, no, I'll lend you the money, no, no, I'll help."
He scratched his head, not knowing how to word it.
Lin Wenjing was amused by his incoherence and giggled.
Chen Zikun woke up and said slowly but firmly: "Believe me, as long as I am here, there will be no difficulties."
Lin Wenjing seemed to understand, because her face turned red again.
"Thank you, Aunt Mi said that I have bought a train ticket and will leave the day after tomorrow.
Besides, I'm afraid she won't let me stay."
"Give me a day to prepare.
Wait for me at home the day after tomorrow.
I will take you away.
We will see you there."
"Well, see you there or see you
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