flstandardbreds Chapter 114 The Symphony of Hongkou, The Eternal Businessman
Chapter 114 The Symphony of Hongkou, The Eternal Businessman
in the hall.
The farewell ceremony continued, with people occasionally entering with solemn expressions to pay their respects to the deceased.
The atmosphere was solemn and heavy.
Given his status and age, Shan Touman naturally did not need to stand in the position of a family member and receive the condolences from all the guests.
He simply knelt in a rather inconspicuous corner, occasionally expressing his gratitude to the important figures who knew him.
Abe Namihei also sat beside him.
The two spoke in hushed tones.
As for the topic, it naturally fell on Lin Yi, the mastermind behind the murder.
Revenge is one aspect.
The matter concerning the China Textile Federation should also continue.
"I will personally cut off his head."
“But Abe-kun, killing just him is far from enough.”
"We need to consider the long term more."
Shantouman is very familiar with the whole matter.
The Chinese have developed a new type of textile production line, which has greatly improved production efficiency and given them a huge advantage in production costs.
This point is already hard to accept.
What's even more infuriating is that they actually banned the sale of this new equipment to the empire's textile companies.
Now they're setting up an association, aiming for the overseas market for imperial textiles.
This behavior is not only unacceptable, but also a blatant act of hostility towards the empire, and a path to certain death.
Therefore, killing Lin Yi was not just for personal revenge.
It is also the justice of the imperial cause.
But simply killing the instigator is far from enough.
Shantouman has deeper considerations regarding this matter.
The reason why Changsun was sent to Shanghai to do this was not only because of his close friendship with Abe Namihei.
As the founder and spiritual leader of the Black Dragon Society.
No one understands better than Shan Touman why the Black Dragon Society has grown from a small group of a few dozen people to its current size, and even to the point of influencing government policy.
Besides the fact that heroes are made by the times, what he relied on even more was his consistent transmission of the belief that the Yamato people are the most superior people.
The most outstanding nation deserves the most outstanding resources.
It's not just about occupying a small, resource-poor island.
It is precisely because of this belief that he has influenced more and more people, leading to the current status of the Heilongjiang Association.
And it is clear that this guy named Lin Yi is now conveying a belief through his actions.
A belief that China could gain an industrial advantage over the empire.
Perhaps he himself did not realize this.
But the transmission of beliefs is a gradual and subtle process.
Wherever someone succeeds, others will inevitably follow suit.
That's why Shan Touman said at this point that simply killing Lin Yi was far from enough.
Abe Namihei, who shared the same ideals as him, naturally understood the meaning behind his words.
Upon hearing this, he nodded in deep agreement: "If we want to put a complete end to this matter, it's certainly not as simple as just killing one person."
"However, Yamatou-kun, this matter is not as troublesome as you think."
"You need to know that Lin Yi not only threatens our interests, but also the interests of many powerful and influential people in China."
"The most troublesome thing right now is his identity as a businessman, which makes it impossible for anyone to use their power to get rid of him."
“Using such power rashly will only invite criticism from the public.”
"But once he's dead, the rest will be very simple."
As he spoke, Abe Hirano couldn't suppress the corner of his mouth: "I forgot to tell you, the news that the Chinese are plotting to enter the overseas textile market was revealed to me by people from Nanjing."
"hehe."
He chuckled, but quickly suppressed the smile.
Laughter at a grandson's farewell ceremony is not appropriate.
Otherwise, he would definitely burst into laughter at this point.
He most enjoys seeing Chinese people fighting amongst themselves.
"The Third Fleet Commander, Vice Admiral Aokawa, has come to pay his respects!"
"Major General Uematsu, Commander of the Shanghai Special Marine Corps, came to pay his respects."
As the master of ceremonies announced the order twice, two Japanese officers, surrounded by several junior officers, entered the hall.
Seeing this, Mitsuru Yamato and Namihira Abe straightened their posture.
There's no need to get up.
The two generals were merely juniors in their eyes.
Especially for Shan Touman, whose organization had assassinated several former prime ministers and Black Dragon Society leaders, probably only the arrival of the Minister of Land and the Minister of Sea was worth him getting up to greet.
Aokawa and Uematsu bowed and walked straight toward the hilltop, ignoring the family members standing to one side.
But just as he approached, before he could even bend down, a shout suddenly rang out from the solemn hall.
Long live Goryeo!
This shout came without warning.
Before anyone could react, a figure appeared, trailing a puff of white smoke, and rushed towards Qingchuan and the others.
The two sides were only ten meters apart, and the figure rushed in front of the group in the blink of an eye.
He knocked a colonel away and landed directly on Aokawa.
"idiot!"
"Baga Yalu!"
Coming to their senses, they cursed and rushed forward, ready to pull the person away.
But before the group could even reach out, a burst of fire erupted directly from Qingchuan's center.
boom!
With a deafening roar, a shockwave carrying flames erupted.
The explosion was so massive that windows even thirty meters away were blown out...
Looking at the thick smoke rising from the dojo, Kinpachi, wearing a woolen overcoat, stood on the street with his fists clenched, his face filled with grief and indignation.
Two more explosions rang out, and the tears I had been trying to hold back finally spilled out.
Jinba turned around, biting his coat collar tightly, and strode away into the distance with his head down.
All sacrifices were made for the great cause of national restoration!
All sacrifices were made for the great cause of national restoration!
All sacrifices were made for the great cause of national restoration!
Screaming inwardly, Kinpachi raised his head again with a resolute expression.
Looking at the Japanese on the street, they were screaming in panic, yet smiles bloomed on their tear-streaked faces.
This is just the beginning.
Today in Hongkou, the continuous explosions will form a stirring symphony.
Once this piece is completed, the long-struggling government-in-exile will finally have a stable source of funding.
Purchase weapons, build an army, and tread upon the filthy blood of the Japanese to restore our nation!
……
Martial law was declared in Hongkou, the International Settlement, and subsequently the entire city of Shanghai.
Within an hour, more than 20 explosions occurred in Hongkou District, putting the entire city of Shanghai on high alert.
However, such martial law could not stop the spread of the news.
The telephone operators were extremely busy, and radios of all sizes were constantly ringing in various places.
At important transportation hubs like Pier 3, a British army unit was stationed and blockaded the pier.
Lin Yi, trapped in the office, was holding a telephone in his hand, watching several Indians wearing headscarves strolling back and forth downstairs while listening to the voices on the phone.
It was Sheng Aiyi calling.
Tell him about the series of explosions that happened in Hongkou.
"There are reports that a lieutenant general and a major general were killed in the bombing at the Hongkou Dojo. The Japanese are going crazy now."
On the phone, Sheng Aiyi's tone was very serious.
"Is there still this matter?"
Lin Yi's eyes widened instantly.
This is so unexpected! I never thought I could catch such a big fish!
Sheng Aiyi didn't answer his question, her tone suddenly softening: "When are you going to the United States?"
"What do you mean, go to the United States? Miss Seven, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."
"If you hadn't called, I wouldn't have known about this. How could I have done it?"
Lin Yi's tone was very serious.
He really didn't do it.
Even the start-up funds given to the Koreans were provided by Chen Hua.
As for him... he's just a businessman, and always will be.