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Chapter 11 Despair, the power of power.

After killing Jixun and Wigans and eliminating the Shahe Gang, Yu Chunqiu gained more than 1,800 public opinion points.

Yu Chunqiu's public opinion value has now exceeded 3,000.

The money cannot give Yu Chunqiu much sense of security, and only public opinion can give Yu Chunqiu confidence.

Yu Chunqiu had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sudden.

Yu Chunqiu had a flash of inspiration.

I know where the danger comes from.

As his physical fitness becomes stronger and more energetic, Yu Chunqiu's premonition becomes stronger and stronger.

This is commonly known as the "sixth sense".

"The headmaster in Foshan can't do it anymore. I have to pack up and prepare to run away!"

Yu Chunqiu packed up his personal belongings, put on silver notes, and came to the Admiral's Mansion.

"Admiral." Yu Chunqiu said, "You and I want to leave quickly. The imperial edicts and documents for arresting you and me will probably be in Foshan."

The admiral was stunned and asked, "Why? Didn't the Shahe Gang eliminate it? The people who were arrested and trafficked were also rescued. I gave a note to the capital..."

Yu Chunqiu pushed all his sins to the Shahe Gang, and the plan was really perfect.

The admiral was still fantasizing about the rewards from the Qing court to promote himself.

Yu Chunqiu said anxiously: "Admiral, your memorial is faster than the telegram from the British Empire. Wigans reported you and me in advance, and the Qing court arrested us for questioning, or even chopped his head. Your memorial may have just arrived in the capital. At that time, even if the Qing court posthumously named the Admiral as a Duke, what's the point?"

When a person dies, he will be rehabilitated and posthumously sealed. It is just a show for the living.

It means nothing to those who have been executed.

Yu Chunqiu is still too immature and has not considered the timing of information transmission before.

In the late Qing Dynasty, officials of the Qing court also reported the news to the court in the form of memorials, but the great powers used telegrams to pass on the news.

In terms of efficiency and speed, it was more than 100,800 miles stronger than the Qing court.

The admiral's face turned pale. He finally got his current official position and status, but in order to greed for some money, he boarded Yu Chunqiu's pirate ship.

I really regret not being the first one.

Yu Chunqiu said, "Sir, go. Stay green mountains and don't worry about burning firewood. If you don't leave, I will leave."

The admiral said with hatred, "Even if I want to leave, I will not follow you to die. Yu Chunqiu, you are a plague god and a madman. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."

The Admiral had thought of capturing Yu Chunqiu and making a contribution to the court. After all, everything was done by Yu Chunqiu, and it was Yu Chunqiu who led it.

But thinking of Yu Chunqiu's excellent martial arts skills and cruelty, the Admiral extinguished this thought.

You know, Yu Chunqiu is a tough character who even foreigners kill. If he is forced to force him to kill the admiral, it is hard to say whether he will kill the admiral.

Yu Chunqiu smiled and said, "Since that's the case, the Admiral should take care of himself. Yu is going to die and say goodbye."

Yu Chunqiu had just left the Admiral less than a quarter of an hour.

Then a second-rank military officer led his troops into the Admiral's Mansion.

When the admiral saw this second-rank military officer, his face changed: "Nalan Yuanshu? How could it be you?"

Nalan Yuanshu sneered: "The consul of the British Empire sent a telegram to hold the Queen Mother of Empress Dowager accountable. The Lord of Lafayette was furious and ordered my official to come and rectify you, Yu Chunqiu and others on the spot. Also, after you die, I, Nalan Yuanshu, will be the Admiral of Guangdong."

kill!

The admiral was killed by Nalan Yuanshu with one knife.

With just one official document, you can decide the life and death of the Admiral and Yu Chunqiu. This is to control the power and power of me.

Nalan Yuanshu said: "The entire city of Foshan is blocked for me, and I have to find Yu Chunqiu when I dig three feet of the ground!"

Nalan Yuanshu was a bannerman, proficient in English and Westernization. He was not only skilled in martial arts, but also quite wise.

Unlike other bannermen who were busy waiting to die, Nalan Yuanshu had great ambitions and was even more ruthless than Yu Chunqiu.

...

Nalan Yuanshu stood in the yard of the Admiral's Mansion, waiting for his subordinates to report the news.

The adjutant came to Nalan Yuanshu, shook his head and said, "I didn't find Yu Chunqiu. Admiral, Yu Chunqiu is probably no longer in the city. Yu Chunqiu didn't go to the yamen today."

Nalan Yuanshu sighed and said, "I'm still one step late. Yu Chunqiu, a slave, is quite smart and runs fast."

The adjutant hesitated for a moment and said, "Some people in the yamen say that the Shahe Gang, the rescue of the trafficked women and young men, and the profits of the vegetable vendors... are all the contributions of Yu Chunqiu."

Nalan Yuan said: "The consuls of the British Empire may have wronged Yu Chunqiu and others. However... foreigners are not good things, but Han people are even more unreliable!"

The Qing court was more guarded against the Han people than against the foreigners.

Many bannermen and officials felt that foreigners only wanted money, but once the Han people gained power, the Qing Dynasty of the bannermen would be lost.

Manchu and Han family?

The Qing court was just saying it, and it could not be taken seriously.

Nalan Yuanshu was ordered to come to Guangdong this time, and it was just a matter of getting rid of the Admiral and Yu Chunqiu. He had more important tasks.

Revolutionaries such as Sun Yixian were having a big fuss in the south.

There are also the remnants of Yihequan, which formed the White Lotus Sect's red and red lights, making it messy everywhere.

Nalan Yuanshu went south to capture all the revolutionary party and the White Lotus Sect bandits in one place to maintain the rule of the Qing court.

The adjutant said: "Sir, what should I do next? Continue to search for Yu Chunqiu?"

Nalan Yuan said, "No need. Yu Chunqiu fled for fear of crime and was not in the city. We continued to pursue it, which is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Get ready and we will return to Guangzhou tomorrow."

The adjutant said respectfully: "Yes, sir."

...

What should I do if the martial arts center is not doing well?

Of course it's a kid.

Increase the popularity of your martial arts school!

In fact, Yan Zhendong killed the head of the Yue Family Dao, and the Yan Family Martial Arts Hall became very well-known in Foshan. At least the entire Foshan martial arts industry knew about Yan Zhendong.

Unfortunately, Yan Zhendong took action too ruthlessly, and the locals were xenophobic, so there were very few disciples who came to Yan Zhendong to learn boxing.

If there are no more students, the Yan Family Martial Arts Hall will not receive enough tuition and cannot afford the rent, and the martial arts hall may be forced to close next month.

At that time, Yan Zhendong will be left on the street again, living a life of hunger and cold and dying.

When he arrived at Baozhilin, Yan Zhendong said to Huang Feihong: "Huang Feihong, I heard that you are the best person in Foshan. Nanquan and Wuyingjiao are superb. I, Yan Zhendong, came to challenge and compete today to make friends through martial arts. I want the Foshan villagers to know that the Yan family's martial arts are better than your Nanquan!"

Huang Feihong was treating people and said, "Master Yan, let's just go through martial arts competitions. There are so many patients now, and I'm busy."

Yan Zhendong sneered: "Huang Feihong, do you dare not? If you are afraid, just say: Bao Zhilin's martial arts are not as good as the Yan Family Martial Arts Hall. I will turn around and leave."

Huang Feihong frowned and was displeased.

People who practice martial arts will have a breath in their hearts. With this breath, only warriors will have energy and spirit.

Huang Feihong can suffer losses, but he cannot let his martial arts be humiliated.

Huang Feihong said: "Master Yan is actually aggressive, so I will accompany you for a few moves. I hope we will stop there."

Yan Zhendong and Huang Feihong have both good mentality and are considered to be extraordinary.

The two of them fought back and forth for more than ten rounds, no winner was decided.

Huang Feihong clasped his fists and said, "The Yan family's martial arts are indeed well-known. Master Yan's iron shirt and hard qigong are incomparable. Master Yan, let's stop here. If you continue to fight, you and I will not compete in martial arts, but fight with our lives."

Yan Zhendong said: "Huang Feihong, since I have opened a martial arts school, I must be the number one in Foshan. Today's martial arts competition does not count. Sooner or later, I will beat you."

Yan Zhendong felt that if he did not become the best in Foshan, he would not be able to succeed in opening a martial arts school.

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Only by becoming the number one in Foshan can the Yan Family Martial Arts Hall prosper and be prosperous and you can enjoy yourself.

...

Of course, Yu Chunqiu didn’t know about the competition between Yan Zhendong and Huang Feihong. He was already dormant in Guangzhou at this moment.

These days.

Yu Chunqiu is summarizing the gains and losses.

Yu Chunqiu felt that he was doing well, and that he was for the country and the people who were trafficked.

But now looking back, Yu Chunqiu still feels that his method is too simple and crude.

"But, I don't regret it."

Yu Chunqiu said in his heart: "It doesn't matter if he loses the position of the captain. When I come to Guangzhou, as long as I have money, I can find an opportunity to enter the yamen again."

Yu Chunqiu learned some rules of the officialdom in the late Qing Dynasty in Foshan Yamen and accumulated some experience.

Next time.

Yu Chunqiu will definitely not make the same mistake again.

"I have to first understand the ways and interpersonal relationships in the Guangzhou yamen. If you want to work in the yamen, no one will introduce you."

No one was able to thread the needle, and even if Yu Chunqiu had silver on him, he would have no place to use it.

After a few days of open and secret investigation, I continued to collect information and analyze intelligence.

Yu Chunqiu finally set his sights on a suitable candidate.
Chapter completed!
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