Chen Zikun only stayed in Nagasaki for one day, and then took the Kowloon Maru to Hong Kong.
The Kowloon Maru was also a ship of the Nissin Steamship Company, specializing in the route from Nagasaki to Hong Kong.
This was a brand-new passenger ship of 5,000 tons.
Xiao Li helped Chen Zikun bought a second-class ticket.
It was better than the cargo ship he took when he came here.
At twelve o'clock at noon, the passenger ship set sail with a long whistle.
People on the dock waved garlands and flags to see them off and kept shouting.
Passengers on the ship stood close to the railings and kept waving to their loved ones.
Many people shed tears.
Chen Zikun was moved to tears by this scene.
Thinking of his wandering life and several life and death experiences, his eyes were also a little moist.
The bunks in the second-class cabin were spacious, with portholes that could see the sea.
Chen Zikun entered the cabin early and lay down.
After a while, a young man in white student uniform came in and bowed politely: "Konikiwa."
Chen Zikun nodded in return: "Hello."
The young man's eyes lit up: "Sir, from China."
His Chinese was a bit jerky, but his pronunciation was still clear.
Chen Zikun said: "I am Chinese."
The young man bowed and said, "I'm sorry, my first-year student at Imperial University, Shimizu Kaede, please take care of me."
Chen Zikun nodded lightly and didn't want to talk to him anymore, but Qingshui Feng wanted to talk to him.
He even took out the red lacquer box and said: "Here, there is sushi for you.
Eat it."
Listening to him speak Chinese was simply torture, so Chen Zikun switched to the authentic Guanxi accent and said: "Your Chinese teacher should reflect deeply."
Qingshui Feng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said in Japanese: "Yes, but my Chinese teacher is not a professional.
He opens a Chinese restaurant in Shinjuku."
The journey was boring, so Chen Zikun started chatting with him.
It turned out that Qingshui Feng was a child of a Japanese family, and his father was a senator and a viscount.
Qingshui Feng had been fond of Chinese culture since he was a child.
After being admitted to Imperial University, he chose to travel alone for the first time. to Hong Kong.
"Why not choose Shanghai?"
Chen Zikun wondered.
"I must go to Shanghai, but southern China is also very attractive to me.
I want to go to Guangdong during the summer vacation, and then go to Shanghai during the winter vacation.
By the way, I forgot to tell you, I am majoring in Imperial University Your major is medicine.
I would like to take the liberty to ask you what kind of work you do."
"I'm in business."
Chen Zikun said nonchalantly and chatted with Qingshui Feng for a long time.
During dinner, Qingshui Feng invited him to the restaurant and ordered sashimi, tempura, sushi, Miso soup, rice, and a pot of sake.
The two sat facing each other.
He rubbed his hands excitedly and said: "I'm starting."
Then he picked up the wine glass and took a sip, making a very satisfied look: "It's really good.
Drink.”
Chen Zikun also took a sip, wiped his mouth and said, "It's just water.
When it comes to drinking, our Chinese liquor is the best.
That's what real men drink."
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Qingshui Feng looked yearning: "Is it true?"
So Chen Zikun told him about the origins of liquor from various parts of China, from Dashaoguo in the Northeast and Erguotou in Beijing, to Nerguang in the south of the Yangtze River, Zhuyeqing in Sichuan, Moutai in Guizhou, etc.
These allusions came from when Chen Zikun was driving foreign carts in Beijing.
I heard what Mr.
Shu said, and it would be quite appropriate to use it now to fool Qing Shuifeng.
“In the fourth year of the Republic of China, that is, 1915 AD, China sent a delegation to Panama to participate in the International Exposition.
They brought Maotai liquor with them.
Foreigners had never seen the world and felt that Maotai pots were extremely rustic and no one cared about them.
The representative was furious.
A jar of Moutai was smashed in public, and the aroma of wine suddenly overflowed, and everyone in the place was drunk.
From then on, Moutai became famous all over the world and was rated as the top three spirits in the world.
Do you know what the other two are?"
Qingshui Feng thought for a while and said: "British whiskey and French brandy are more famous, I think they are the ones."
Chen Zikun said: "As expected of a top student from Imperial University, his guess is right."
Qingshui Feng touched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.
After chatting all the way, when they got off the boat, Qing Shuifeng and Chen Zikun had become sworn friends.
They even left him their addresses in Japan and said sincerely: "Chen Sang must write to me."
Chen Zikun also had a good impression of this simple Japanese college student.
He cupped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, I'm wandering all over the world, so I can't leave you an address.
But we Chinese have an old saying, we are destined to meet you thousands of miles away.
You and I are destined to meet again in the future, and I will invite you to drink Maotai."
The two shook hands and said goodbye, and Chen Zikun started his journey again.
Hong Kong had been ceded to the British for some years.
After coming out of Victoria Harbor, he hailed a rickshaw and drove around the streets, briefly browsing the colonial customs and seeing what he saw.
After the prosperous Shanghai, there was naturally nothing to see in Hong Kong.
After hastily finishing the visit, Chen Zikun was about to leave for Shantou.
At this time, he discovered the biggest difficulty, that is, he could not speak Cantonese.
Without knowing Cantonese, it was almost impossible for him to move, but fortunately he could speak English.
He had been dealing with foreigners on the coast of Guangdong for a long time.
It was much easier to find a local who could speak English than to find a local who could speak Mandarin.
It was already getting late.
He simply stayed in Hong Kong for one night, and he actually learned some commonly used local dialects.
Early the next morning, Chen Zikun took a boat to Shantou, the place where Yin Weijun died.
This time he took a wooden sand boat instead of an ocean-going ship.
Most of the people on the boat were going to and from Hong Kong to do small business.
They carried large and small luggage and talked to each other.
They all knew each other, and Chen Zikun mingled among them all the way to Shantou.
Shantou is one of the trading ports in Guangdong.
Although it is not as prosperous as Guangzhou and Hong Kong, it is still very lively.
Chen Zikun went to the town's house to ask, and the old gatekeeper told him that a foreign woman did die violently half a month ago, and her body was She stayed here for several days, but now she has been sent back to her hometown in Zhejiang by her husband and their children.
"It's a hard life to die in a foreign land, Xizi is only three years old," the old man lamented, and then asked Chen Zikun: "Who are you?"
Chen Zikun said: "I am her nephew."
After thinking about it, he asked: "Do you know why my aunt died?"
The old man kept talking.
Chen Zikun's Cantonese was not very good and he could only roughly understand.
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The old man said that Yin Weijun was shot to death by bandits who suddenly rushed out while drinking morning tea in a teahouse.
Then he complained that there was no such thing as Shantou.
The bandits have only become in chaos since the Guangxi people occupied Guangdong.
Finally, they called Lu Rongting a deadbeat.
Chen Zikun understood this and had an idea.
Yin Weijun must have been assassinated by Guangxi warlord Lu Rongting.
In the suburbs of Shantou, Chen Zikun burned some paper money, then left Shantou and rushed to Guangzhou.
Guangdong was mountainous and difficult to travel by land.
He still took a boat back to Hong Kong via the same route, and then took a train via the Guangzhou-Kowloon Railway to Dashatou, Guangzhou.
In the summer of South China, it is hot and humid.
Cantonese people are short, dark and thin.
Chen Zikun, who is tall and tall, stands out from the crowd when he walks on the street.
In order not to attract so much attention, he changed out of his dress and bought a bamboo hat to wear every day.
The teahouse sitting in front of the military government office was waiting for the opportunity.
Chen Zikun only carried a Mauser palm mine, which was small in caliber and weak in power.
It had no advantages other than good concealment.
However, this did not stop him.
He followed a policeman at night and knocked him unconscious with a sap, and got a policeman.
A flower gun and seven rounds of bullets.
In the hotel room, Chen Zikun used a dagger to cut open the bullets of each bullet to reveal the lead core inside.
This was a method taught to him by his boss.
After repeating the same method, the gun would explode when it hit a person.
No matter how good the doctor was, the bullet would explode.
Can't be saved.
After seven days of watching, they finally figured out Lu Rongting's whereabouts.
That morning, after Chen Zikun had a full meal, he went to the teahouse with two pistols in his possession, ordered a pot of tea and sat down, taking out a newspaper and studying it.
In the newspaper, Lu Rongting, dressed in the uniform of an army general, looked domineering.
"Auntie, I will avenge you today."
Chen Zikun crumpled the newspaper into a ball.
At nine fifty-five, the special car of Lu Rongting, president of the Guangzhou Military Government, drove up to the Yamen.
In the hot summer weather, the guard standing on the side step of the car door was wearing shorts and leggings.
Although he was short in stature, he had strong muscles and a tough look on his face. , probably because they have been entrenched in Guangzhou for a long time, and the guards were so careless that they didn't notice anything strange.
Chen Zikun stood on the teahouse and could see clearly from a high position that it was Lu Rongting who was sitting in the back seat of the car.
The enemy was extremely jealous when they saw each other.
Chen Zikun drew his gun and fired angrily.
The first shot hit the rear window glass, followed by the second shot, the third shot, and the fourth shot.
The people below fell on their backs and became a mess.
The guards screamed: The "protection commander" surrounded the car while firing randomly everywhere.
Soon someone discovered Chen Zikun who was shooting in the teahouse.
Suddenly, the dense muzzle of guns turned here, and there was a burst of gunfire.
The teagoers were frightened and lay on the floor one after another, not daring to move.
A group of soldiers rushed into the teahouse.
Chen Zikun raised his gun and knocked down the first few.
He tried to shoot again, but the bullets were gone.
He raised a table and threw it down from the stairs, causing the soldiers to stagger.
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Then he came up from the second floor.
He jumped down, but instead of running away, he went straight towards Lu Rongting.
There were only four guards beside the car.
Seeing the menacing assassin, they hurriedly shot at him.
Chen Zikun flipped his wrist, thunder in his palm, and fired four times.
The guards fell down in response, rushed forward, held the gun in one hand, and suddenly opened the car door with the other. .
Lying in the car was a burly, bald old man with a strange posture and his eyes closed.
He seemed to have died.
Chen Zikun was afraid that he would not die, so he aimed his gun at the old man's head and was about to fire him.
Suddenly, the old man's toes kicked out like lightning, hitting his wrist, and thunder came out of his palm.
Immediately afterwards, the old man unexpectedly pounced over, his movements were very fast, as if he were an expert.
Chen Zikun was caught off guard and was beaten back repeatedly.
By this time, the guards had turned around and aimed their guns at Chen Zikun.
"Don't even shoot," the old man roared like thunder.
The guards immediately stopped moving, but their guns were still pointed at the assassin.
Chen Zikun's injuries were not healed yet.
Coupled with the fatigue of traveling and traveling, he was in a depressed mood, and he couldn't get used to Cantonese food.
His combat effectiveness was not even 40% of what he was at his peak.
Under the strong attack of the old man, he retreated step by step, and finally he was defeated.
He was knocked to the ground accidentally.
The old man put his foot on Chen Zikun's chest, looked up to the sky and laughed with great pride
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