Chen Zikun was a little excited, but also a little nervous.
Liang Qichao was a senior he admired.
This time he was officially invited to be a guest.
It was necessary to have some exchanges.
But with his half-full knowledge, wouldn't he be embarrassed and timid?
Baoqing was also worried about him, but they looked at the problem from different angles.
Baoqing felt that it was inappropriate to wear a suit or a uniform to meet an old-school figure like Liang Qichao.
Only a robe and a mandarin jacket looked formal.
He was so anxious.
Ah, I hurriedly found Myolie and said that I would help Chen Zikun pull the cloth to make a coat.
Xing'er rolled her eyes at him and ignored him.
Bao Qing was anxious; why don't you take it seriously?
Da Kunzi was going to see Mr.
Liang Qichao and Liang.
Myolie went straight into the house and took out two pieces of clothing, one was a blue coat and the other was a black satin mandarin.
Judging from the size, it was obviously not something Baoqing could wear.
"When you think about it, the day lilies are already cold, and I have already prepared them for him."
Xing'er said with a smile.
Early the next morning, Chen Zikun dressed up, put on the long robe and mandarin jacket that Myolie had made for him, got into his own car, and went straight to Liangzhai in Beigouyan Alley, Nanxiaojie, Dongzhimen.
Liang Qichao's residence in Beijing is not very big.
The courtyard with three entrances, blue bricks and white walls, and ancient trees and fish tanks, exudes the smell of a scholarly family from the inside out.
Chen Zikun was led by a servant to the living room of the reverse room.
After sitting down to watch tea, Liang Qichao came out of the backyard with a young man in his early twenties.
Chen Zikun hurried to the door to greet him: "Mr.
Liang, are you okay?"
Liang Qichao smiled and said: "Zi Kun has arrived at the humble house.
It's really brilliant.
Let me introduce him.
This is Quan Zi Sicheng."
Chen Zikun stretched out his hand and said, "Brother Sicheng, I have admired you for a long time."
Liang Sicheng took Chen Zikun's hand with both hands and shook hands cordially: "Hello, Brother Chen."
The guests and hosts took their seats.
After some greetings, Liang Qichao asked: "Zi Kun, what books have you read during your two years abroad?"
Chen Zikun was not idle last night.
He had already prepared a draft and talked eloquently: "When I studied in the United States, I mainly studied modern military and international politics.
I dare not not read Clausewitz's Theory of War.
Douhet also read through Douhet's Air Dominance several times, and also There are some historical materials and papers on the relations between Japan, the United States, and China and Japan; while traveling in Europe, I read some works by Schopenhauer and Hegel, as well as Kolute Pakin’s books on anarchism, and of course, Karl Marx The Communist Manifesto and Capital have also been read.”
Liang Qichao nodded frequently and asked with interest: "It seems that you have a wide range of interests.
Why have you read so many books?"
Chen Zikun said: "Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles is to broaden my horizons and enrich myself.
Of course, for me, the ultimate goal is to save China."
As soon as these words came out, Liang Sicheng couldn't help but get excited and looked at his father with eager eyes, but Liang Qichao remained as calm as an ancient well.
"Oh, then tell me, how can we save China and who can save China?"
Chen Zikun remained silent.
This topic was too big for him to handle.
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"Mr.
Liang, with all due respect, I am still taking it one step at a time.
I have not thoroughly studied this issue."
Chen Zikun said.
"It doesn't matter."
Liang Qichao smiled kindly, "It's just a chat, it doesn't matter if you make a mistake."
"Then I'll say it."
Chen Zikun cleared his throat and began to sort out all the thoughts he had during this time.
"I think China is a big, terminally ill sore.
It's rotten from the inside out to the roots.
No matter what kind of panacea it is, it won't help."
Liang Qichao's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression remained unchanged: "Continue."
Chen Zikun continued: "Whether it is a constitutional monarchy, a parliamentary cabinet system, or a presidential system, they are all good systems, but in China, they have all lost their due effectiveness.
Mr.
Liang was a leader of the constitutional monarchy back then, so he naturally knew Improve The difficulty of the reform is so great.
As for the parliamentary system, I dare to say that even if Song Jiaoren survives, the parliamentary system will inevitably fail.
There is no need to use swords or guns.
Just a few thousand oceans, beautiful women and wine can buy a parliamentarian.
Isn't that the case with Xu Shuzheng?
Did you do it?”
These words touched Liang Qichao's heart.
At that time, he was a reformer with the same name as Kang Youwei and Tan Sitong.
He had a deep understanding of the difficulty of reform.
The world said that it was the rear party that obstructed the reform.
In fact, it was not just the rear party, but the entire rotten party.
Society at its core does not support reform.
It is simply a fool's errand to rely on a few scholars to try to turn things around.
As for Song Jiaoren's death, Liang Qichao still had fresh memories.
After the tragedy happened, his first thought was that he would be the next one to be assassinated.
If the constitutional parliamentary system is successfully implemented, the Kuomintang of Song Jiaoren and the Progressive Party of Liang Qichao will benefit most.
However, Yuan Shikai, who has a large number of troops, and Sun Wen, who has formed a new Chinese Revolutionary Party without power, will not get the slightest benefit.
In the eyes of those who know it, Song Jiaoren's death is still an unsolved mystery.
There are different opinions on whether it was Zhao Bingjun or Chen Qimei who was responsible.
As for the Anfu Club used by the Anhui clique to control the Congress, it was even more troublesome for Liang Qichao.
Duan Qirui expelled Zhang Xun and re-established the Republic.
The most powerful person in the Congress was the Constitutional Research Society, which was reorganized from the Progressive Party.
Liang Qichao was very concerned about the reorganization.
Congress holds They had great expectations, but in the end they were defeated by the Anfu Department formed by Xu Shuzheng.
They lost miserably.
Of the 472 seats, the Research Department, which originally had the highest reputation, only got 21 seats, far lower than the 335 seats of the Anfu Department.
Everyone knows what the Anfu Clan is.
They are a bunch of scumbag congressmen bought by Xu Shuzheng with money from the Japanese.
They receive a fixed monthly allowance of 300 yen, and spend all day drinking, playing cards, and soliciting prostitutes in the club.
That's it.
A smoky, fair-weather group with no political program or organizational structure actually easily defeated the Constitutional Research Society, which had a deep foundation and evolved from the constitutionalists in the late Qing Dynasty.
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How could Liang Qichao not be disheartened?
It was precisely because of this disappointment that Liang Qichao, Lin Changmin and others took advantage of the diplomatic failure of the Anhui clique at the Paris Peace Conference to create public opinion with great fanfare and successfully overthrew the Duan Qirui government.
However, after the Zhili clique came to power, basically nothing changed.
The research department still has no future.
Chen Zikun's analysis hit the mark, and Liang Qichao nodded and sighed; "Yes, the military is in power and the parliamentary system is in name only.
I don't know what the next presidential election will be like."
"Now let's talk about who can save China."
Chen Zikun continued to talk wildly, "Only the reincarnation of Yuan Gongbao can turn the tide.
Of course, there is a prerequisite, that is, his body can hold on."
Liang Qichao smiled bitterly and said: "If Yuan Shikai is not the emperor and chooses to be China's Washington, then China does have a glimmer of hope.
Unfortunately, all this has become history."
Chen Zikun said: "With history as a mirror, we can know the ups and downs.
Even if Yuan Shikai does not become Washington, he can always be the contemporary Zhao Kuangyin.
It is a pity that he was deceived by the Japanese, thinking that becoming emperor can save China, but he did not know that he was caught in a treacherous plot."
Hearing this, Liang Sicheng couldn't bear it anymore and interjected: "Isn't it because of his own selfishness that Yuan Shikai had to risk the world's disapproval and ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor?"
Chen Zikun said: "It turns out that Yuan Shikai is still in a state of deliberation whether he should be emperor or not, but his son must be the crown prince, and the Japanese also desperately want him to ascend the throne and proclaim themselves emperor.
Poor old Yuan Yingming, I was confused for a moment, and he was lame Zi and the Japanese teamed up to play a trick.
He really thought that after becoming emperor, everyone in the world would be convinced and China would be unified.
From then on, he would be able to relax and deal with foreign aggression.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
All this was done by the Japanese. conspiracy."
You mean, the Japanese knew that he would not be emperor for long, so they tried every means to encourage him to ascend the throne."
Liang Sicheng seemed to understand.
"Yes."
Chen Zikun said excitedly.
He stood up and walked around the hall with his hands behind his back.
"The Japanese are determined to destroy us.
All their actions have only one purpose, which is to make China chaotic.
Only China will become a mess."
Sha, this evil wolf has a chance Huixiakou, during the late Qing Dynasty, the Japanese took in the revolutionary party and financed it with firearms.
During the Yuan Shikai period, the Japanese encouraged him to proclaim himself emperor.
During the Duan Qirui period, Japan borrowed tens of millions to support him in reunifying by force.
All with the same intention.
The purpose is to bring trouble to China."
Liang Sicheng took a breath: "The Japanese are so deliberate, can't anyone in our country see through it?"
Chen Zikun said: "Of course, I believe Duan Qirui can see through it, and Xu Shuzheng can also see through it, but they think they can control this power and use it for me.
In fact, they are just smart, and the Japanese are the real wisdom."
"You know it's bait, but you still bite the hook.
Japan is really insidious," Liang Sicheng said angrily.
Liang Qichao coughed dryly and finally spoke: "Then, once Yuan Shikai dies, no one can save China."
Chen Zikun raised his eyebrows: "Of course, the burden of saving China lies on our shoulders.
I have read Mr.
Young China's "Young China" dozens of times: The wisdom of young people will make the country wise; the richness of young people will make the country rich; the strong youth will make the country strong. , if young people are independent, the country will be independent; if young people are free, the country will be free; if young people make progress, the country will progress; if young people are better than Europe, the country will be better than Europe; if young people are strong on the earth, the country will be strong on the earth.
In a few decades, China will surely dominate the world."
"Well said."
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Liang Sicheng couldn't help but applaud.
Seeing his father's calm face, he stopped again and asked hopefully: "Brother Chen, I heard Huiyin tell you about you a long time ago.
I saw you today.
Sure enough, You deserve your reputation.
You have a really broad vision.
I seem to have a premonition that you are the one who will save China."
Chen Zikun said with a smile: "Brother Sicheng is serious.
I, Chen Zikun, am a martial artist and know my own weight.
In fact, I have been looking for the person who can save China.
I am willing to lead his horse and kick the pedal for him, through fire and water."
"Zi Kun's words are quite insightful.
Among the younger generation, there are very few people with such clear minds and such grand ambitions.
I have a heartless request, and I hope you can agree."
Liang Qichao finally spoke. .
"Sir, you're welcome.
Zikun also has a grudge."
"Oh, you go ahead and say it."
Liang Qichao smiled.
"I want to become my teacher, sir."
Chen Zikun's eyes were bright and he was full of energy.
The showoff just now was actually for this purpose.
Liang Qichao looked up to the sky and laughed: "It coincides with each other":