The war of words between the Sichuan Progress Party and the "National Socialist Party of China" has finally begun!
One side uses "Progress" as its base, and the other side uses "Sichuan Daily" as its base, each advocating their own ideas, and the war of words is in full swing.
The leader of the Progressive Party is Gu Mengzhen, a disciple of Liang Qichao. This person is one of Liang Qichao's most proud disciples. He constantly criticizes Wang Hengyue in newspapers, saying that he is just a Sichuan dictatorial warlord and the main culprit hindering Sichuan's progress.
So and so on, the meaning is that only the Progressive Party can save China and improve society.
In fact, it is nothing more than letting the power of the Progressive Party enter Sichuan.
Liang Qichao's pen is one of the best in the world, and the so-called "wonderful pen produces huā" cannot describe the exquisiteness of his articles. And this Gu Mengzhen got the essence of his teacher, and wrote beautiful articles with good hand, which made people scold him.
His words are sharp and sharp, and every article he writes will make people in the National Socialist Party want to eat his flesh raw.
As for the imperial literati of the National Socialist Party, the situation was much worse. The National Socialist Party had only been established recently, and most of them were composed of young military officers. The few pen holders hired temporarily were mostly former elite scholars who wanted to be kings.
The military governor sang a hymn, but he kept repeating the same old sayings over and over again, and the two sides compared their articles to make a judgment.
A few days passed, and under the attack of Gu Mengzhen's pen, the National Socialist Party retreated steadily.
Since Wang Hengyue formed the army, he has not suffered a single defeat, but in the debate, he is about to suffer a complete defeat.
Gu Mengzhen's articles were also sent to Yu Lei. Yu Lei's pen is also famous in Wang Hengyue Group. The articles signed by "Lei Gong" at that time were all exquisite.
But he read Gu Mengzhen's article carefully, threw the newspaper on the table, and sighed: "I can't scold you!"
The first pen of Wang Hengyue Group said such a thing, who else can criticize Gu Meng Zhen?
"You can't scold me, but you can win this war of words!" Yu Lei suddenly said.
Sap, the subordinate who took over the original position of Black Iron, was startled for a moment, not really understanding. He couldn't even scold him, so how could he win this verbal battle?
Yu Lei smiled slightly: "War of words is just a game. What really depends on it is the army and guns. Do you know why Hengshuai started this war of words? It is to let the National Socialist Party gain a foothold politically and stand on its own.
Stand still! Fighting is important, but the future will not be all about fighting."
"Brother Qingding, do it!"
"Feng, do it!"
Inside the building, this table seemed particularly lively. Seven or eight young people in their 20s and 30s were sitting together in a lively atmosphere. They all raised their glasses and paid respect to the ancient dream pillows sitting on the table.
Gu Mengzhen had a smile on his face, and everyone drank one by one, a little drunk: "Brother Huang Yang was so complimentary, and I just scribbled a few articles afterwards."
"Brother Huang Yang" gave a thumbs up: "Why should Qingding be so polite? Your graffiti is such a masterpiece that even Mr. Ren Gong, my master, was full of praise after seeing it."
There were cheers all around, and Gu Mengzhen waved his hands and said with a smile: "Teacher, that's just to encourage me. But then again, no matter how angry I am, I can't even fight those soldiers of the National Socialist Party with guns.
I can’t even write, I really can’t see anyone. How can they hold a pen even if they can hold a gun?” There was a burst of laughter. Although there were three soldiers sitting next to them, they had already glared at each other, but these people didn’t care.
, the man named Huang Yang said with a smile: "I'm afraid the pens picked up by those soldiers are very heavy, or some of them have never even seen a fountain pen."
There was another round of laughter, and the soldiers nearby couldn't bear it anymore. One of the corporals slammed the table: "You bitch, who are you scolding?" Gu Mengzhen looked sideways, not afraid at all: "I didn't say anything.
One step, one step, why should you be so sentimental?"
His companions laughed even louder: "Can they understand Brother Qingding's sentimental words?"
"What a bastard!" the corporal was furious: "I fought and shed blood for the country, but you scholars can only whine and do what else you can do besides being imprisoned!"
Gu Mengzhen also drank too much, and suddenly he was not afraid. He stood up and said loudly: "The country was messed up by you people. An emperor died in Beijing. Will Sichuan still come up with an emperor? Wang Dujun? He will sooner or later
You have to end up with Yuan Shikai!"
The corporal was startled for a moment, and suddenly realized that this was scolding Hengshuai: "He is scolding the warlord for being a bastard, and beating him for being a bastard!"
He picked up a stool and threw it at it, almost hitting the ancient dream pillow.
Three soldiers immediately rushed over and each of them grabbed the other and beat him.
When it comes to fighting, these people are no match for soldiers, but fortunately there are many of them. Although they were beaten with bruises and bruises, they were still able to persevere.
Suddenly, the corporal grunted and stumbled back from the crowd. His hands were stained on his abdomen. One hand was full of blood. There was a short knife stuck in his abdomen!
This situation changed drastically, and everyone was stunned.
"Squad leader! Squad leader!" Two soldiers rushed over, one on the left and the other on the right to support their squad leader.
Gu Mengzhen and his companions were also so frightened that they lost their lives during the fight!
"He, he will kill me." The corporal pointed at the ancient dream pillow, and then fell to the ground with a crash.
"No, no, it's not me, it's not me!" Gu Mengzhen looked pale and waved his hands repeatedly.
At this moment, more than a dozen [police] officers rushed into the restaurant. The leader glanced at the corporal on the ground: "Send him to the hospital quickly!"
After carrying the corporal out, the leading police officer looked at Gu Mengzhen with a gloomy face. Gu Mengzhen said repeatedly: "It's not me, it's really not me, and I don't know what's going on!"
"No matter who it is, the person who killed is a soldier. This matter is serious." The policeman who led the team did not say much to him: "Come to the police station with me.",,
Gu Mengzhen sat in a completely enclosed room with fear. Several hours had passed since the accident. He had been brought here, but no one had ever come to ask questions.
There are terrible instruments of torture everywhere, and some ancient dream pillows have never been seen before.
I called a few times before, but no one paid attention to me.
How is the soldier doing? Will he die? If he dies, the trouble will be big! But he really didn’t kill that man by himself. Where did he get the dagger?
Thinking of this, I felt a little more at ease.
The door was finally pushed open, and a short man with a green complexion walked in. When he saw Gu Mengzhenxiang standing, he waved his hand: "No need.,...
He sat down opposite Gu Mengzhen and said politely: "Hello, my name is Yu Lei."
Seeing that this man spoke politely, Gu Mengzhen felt a little relieved: "Mr. Yu, that soldier is really..." Yu Lei waved his hand again and opened the file he brought with him: "Gu Mengzhen
Zhen, whose original name was Gu Tiande, whose character name was Yang, whose pseudonym was Qingding, whose pen name was Mengzhen, studied under Liang Qichao, and was twenty-seven years old.
This man knew everything about him, and he recognized his teacher, Mr. Liang Qichao, after all. Then he would be fine. Thinking of this, Gu Mengzhen felt a little relieved.
"There was a fight in the restaurant and an officer was seriously injured." Yu Lei said and glanced at Gu Mengzhen: "Do you have any last words to say?" "What's the plan?" Gu Mengzhen opened his eyes wide.
, wondering if I heard it wrong.
"Then it's gone." Yu Lei stood up: "The sentence is death!"
"What!" Gu Mengzhen stood up with a roar: "Why do you sentence me to death?"
I have said, I did not kill that person, how could I kill someone? I am Mr. Liang Qichao's disciple, how could I do such a thing? Besides, even if it was really me who did it, you have to go through interrogation first.
Then let the court convict me!" "That's another place you mentioned, but this is my territory." Yu Lei said calmly: "Killing you is like killing a dog and cutting off your head.
Then he took the body and fed it to wild dogs, but there were no traces at all.
"You, you!" Gu Mengzhen pointed at Yu Lei, so angry that he could not speak.
"I am lawless, lawless, and I kill innocent people indiscriminately." Yu Lei helped him to say it: "But so what? Where can you go to sue me?" Gu Mengzhen was stunned, he had never seen it before.
Having experienced such a person, Yu Lei said calmly: "However, there is another way to keep Cheng alive." "How?"
Yu Lei nodded and sat down again: "I heard that your article was well written. Our Socialist Party is really looking for opportunities to employ people. If you are willing to leave the Progressive Party and join the National Socialist Party, I will not only take your life away from you, but I will also kill you."
I will give you endless wealth." Gu Mengzhen suddenly understood and sneered again and again: "So you are Wang Hengyue's lackey! Okay, you kill me, you kill me, my deeds will one day be known to the whole country.
Even though I am dead, I am still alive, but you and Wang Hengyue are still alive even though you are alive!"
"It makes sense, it makes sense, I am Hengshuai's lackey, you are not afraid of death, that's good,
This is good, what should I do?" Yu Lei patted his head and thought hard, and suddenly said: "Ah, I have it." He clapped his hands, the door was pushed open, and several burly men walked in, one holding a cup in his hand.
A large plate of well-sealed ocean.
Yu Lei tapped the ocean with his hand, and then tapped the torture instrument behind the ancient dream pillow with his hand: "Either help me do something, these oceans are all yours, and you can have as much as you want in the future. Or you don't agree to it, and I will do it for the time being.
If I don’t kill you, I will torture you severely until you feel that life is worse than death!”
Gu Mengzhen was panicked and took a step back involuntarily, but gritted his teeth and insisted: "Come on, Lou is not afraid of you, the world is clear, I..." "Then the rest is nonsense." Yu Lei did not get angry and took it.
Take up a roll of ocean and unwrap it,
He dropped Dayang onto the plate with a clatter, "Dayang, what a good thing, but some people don't want it." His expression suddenly changed: "Come on, Mr. Hou Gu!"!