He stood at a high place and raised his hand. Chen Shanhe vigilantly blocked him. He reached out and pressed the two German autograph pistols around his waist. Yuchen shouted: "Dear elders! Brothers are the new governor of Shanghai Yuchen! This governor is just a name. In fact, brothers are the public servants of two million compatriots in Shanghai! The rule of the Qing Dynasty in Shanghai is over to this day!"

Listening to the crowd cheering, shouting and applauding, Yuchen was slightly satisfied: "Shanghai has just been liberation, and I have to be busy with many things. I can't chat with you more. In the afternoon, in Zhangyuan, a celebration of the resurrection success will be held. Let's talk to you carefully. The streets are not very quiet now. Let's go back first! There will be more places to borrow from in the future!"

The new governor was indeed very kind and humble in his speech, although his soldiers were a little fierce. The crowds on the street did not mean to disperse at all, and the firecrackers were getting more and more densely. Yuchen bowed to everyone and walked back to the manufacturing bureau.

This is the weather in early autumn. At 4:30 in the morning on October 28, 1911, the night was still dark. Under this night, I don’t know how many people are still running around for the changes in this Far East city. This night still has not passed.

Chen Qimei's bedroom was already full of people. The people shuttled and sent cigarettes, tea and snacks. Chen Qimei sat cross-legged on the bed, her complexion was deteriorating. Two girls behind him who were brought back from Japan were helping him beat his shoulders. He frowned and listened to his subordinates discussing there.

Yang Hu was still shouting there: "Our Qing Gang has 100,000 children. If we are in trouble, we will simply turn Shanghai upside down! Yuchen came from the Cross River Dragon. No matter how powerful it is, it is not as great as us local snakes!"

Fu Mozheng was also from the Qing Gang, and was also a general of the Huzhou Gang, a core group of Chen Qimei. He looked at Yang Hu coldly: "Forget it, Li Pingshu and Li Xiehe rushed to visit the Governor Yu. If they cooperated with him, the Governor Yu had soldiers and guns. The two Li represented the leading figures in Shanghai, and foreigners could also contact us. How big a wave can our Qing Gang make? It is said that it is 100,000 children, who can follow us with a loyal heart, but only a few thousand people and dozens of pistols, which is useless." He turned over the notices in his hand, all of which were torn off the street. "There are signs for Anmin, signs for recruitment, and signs for the Qing emperor to abdicate... There are all kinds of things, and the name is so certain, we are very embarrassed."

Chen Qimei was really speechless. He really had no choice but to think about it. He just made a heavy breathing sound. Jiang Zhiqing was the little brother brought back from Japan by Chen Qimei. Although he was not old, his behavior was very calm. He spoke Zhejiang Mandarin with a strong accent and asked in confusion: "Since the second Li can contact Yuchen, why can't we go? This is all about fast hands and slow hands."

When Chen Qimei heard his words, she was so angry that she slapped the bed: "I won't go! This guy issued a notice in the name of our Tongmenghui. I'm the host of Tongmenghui Shanghai! I have to see how he died!" The people below were talking, and many people agreed with Jiang Zhiqing's opinion. They thought they should join the newly released military government. Everyone was eager to be the governor, and it was important to seek a new government official position. They carried their heads to do the revolution, and weren't they just waiting for this? Chen Qimei was so angry that she rolled her eyes on the bed.

While he was talking, he followed Mr. Zhang Jizhi, the member of the Shanghai Advisory Bureau, and Shen Enfu rushed in with sweat. The person was still at the door, and his voice was so loud that the room could hear: "Yingshi, why are you sitting here? The new notice has come out again. Pingshu and Xiehe are both listed in the Shanghai Military Government, one is the Civil Affairs Minister and the other is the Finance Minister. You are still comfortable here! Mr. Ji and the Dukes of the Advisory Bureau have already decided to visit the Yu Governor! What are you waiting for here?"

Chen Qimei jumped out of the bed and grabbed Shen Enfu's hand: "What? Mr. Ji is going to visit that guy too? Didn't he agree with our Tongmenghui?"

Shen Enfu was sweating profusely: "Yingshi, why are you so stupid? Now it is clear that the military government is established. You can talk about the future. After all, Shanghai is our territory. But Governor Yu has some soldiers in his hands, so he can still be on our heads for a long time? Now that he has participated, he has a name, what can he do in the future? Pingshu is smart and has taken the finances into his hands. Mr. Ji also wants to continue to keep the Consultative Conference. Only you are still here as if nothing is wrong!"

He looked at Chen Qimei and said in a sincere tone: "You and my friends for more than ten years, I came here to promote my journey. Whether Yuchen is the real Tongmenghui or the fake Tongmenghui, we don't have to worry about him! Whether it is the big Shanghai, we still need ours. You should put down your airs and contact us too! I have something to do with the Consultation Bureau, and I will go back soon."

As he said that, he nodded in a hurry, stuffed the notice into Chen Qimei's hand, turned around and ran out quickly. Chen Qimei looked at the notice. Sure enough, there was a bright red seal from the Minister of Civil Affairs Li Xiehe, which comforted the Shangshen again, called for the city not to be closed, and at the same time warned Xiaoxiao not to take advantage of the situation. He kneaded the notice: "Damn the liberation meeting! We can't wait any longer. Go to the manufacturing bureau to see the rain governor!"

Yuchen was doing blackmail at this time. He was holding a bowl of tea in his bedroom, completely ignoring the boiling and unrest outside. He looked at a fat gentleman sitting there drinking tea with his head down. The gentleman was dressed in a very luxurious manner, with a piece of precious jade inlaid on the melon-skinned hat. But his clothes were rubbed like kimchi, his face was pale and his braids were messy. Although he was so calm, his hands were still trembling slightly, and the tea cup in his hand kept making a collision sound. Lu Fengqiao stood behind him with two guards, looking at him coldly, with the Jilai De pistol in his hand wide open with his nose and gestured behind him.

This fat gentleman is a second-ranked gentleman. He is the second-ranked alternative. He is the chief executive of the Shanghai Qing Bank. He was assigned by Yuchen to be tied up from the concession. It is so chaotic tonight, who knows where he is going.

Yuchen smiled and said, "Mr. Song, haven't considered it yet? This governor's request is not excessive."

Song Hanzhang raised his head and looked at Yuchen, then lowered his head. He said in a subtle voice: "You are all people from the Democratic Party, how can you be kidnappers like this? If the Revolution really does this, it would be better to be bandits."

This guy was quite tough. Yuchen sneered: "I was going to train the Imperial Guards for the Manchu Court. You were running back and forth. You raised 800,000 from the Manufacturing Bureau, 400,000 from the Shanghai Guandao, 500,000 from the Nanjing Qiu Jie Jingfu, and 370,000 from the salt tax guarantee. With this, this governor can take your life! This is nothing more than the people's wealth and ointment of the Han people! Now as long as you return this amount to the Han people, you will be very polite to you. If you push back three times and four times, I, the governor of the Shanghai Military Government, can't I kill a high-ranking official of the Qing Dynasty?"

Song Hanzhang suddenly softened: "I was kidnapped in the concession! You have violated the laws of the concession. If you touch me, foreigners will not let you go!"

When Yuchen heard this guy threatening him in turn, Yuchen was nothing, but Lu Fengqiao changed his face and slammed his head with a gun. Song Hanzhang screamed in pain and fell to the ground. The tea bowl in his hand fell to the ground, breaking crisply. Blood immediately flowed down from his head. Song Hanzhang wailed and sneered on the ground and screamed.

Yuchen said coldly: "Feng Qiao, there is no need to do this. After all, he is a well-known figure. Since he has no intention of redeeming himself, he will be knocked down if he kills him. I want to see which foreigner is going to find the governor to settle the score? Now in Shanghai, the governor is me!"

Lu Fengqiao agreed and reached out to pull Song Hanzhang. He screamed like a pig, and he threw a little bit of backbone into Java: "I give it! I give it! But the amount of about two million is too large. The bank cannot be counted out for a while. I have about 300,000 in my personal life, all of which were accumulated by a half-life official bag, and I gave it all to the governor, just to win the revolution. I am also a Han Chinese!"

Seeing Lu Fengqiao pulling Song Hanzhang up like a dead pig, Yuchen said disgustedly: "You know you are a Han person! The summer tax collected by each province, and the fertile land in the southeast is deported through your Shanghai Qing Bank? I dare not say that there is more at this time. There are always six or seven million, and it can't even be worth two million? Do you want to keep it for the Qing Dynasty to prolong your life? Fengqiao, don't say much, pull it out and die, so I won't be upset when I look at it!"

At this time, Song Hanzhang was truly convinced. He was tied here without knowing it. Now it was a time of chaos. The two-bar governor killed himself, and he was really as if he had killed a chicken. He didn't even dare to wipe the blood on his head, and sat up and really discussed this substantial problem with Yuchen. Because the Qing government used troops in Wuchang, the urge for salary was as urgent as sparks. The Qing banks almost always collected and resolved at any time, but only had two million yuan in deposits. Yuchen negotiated with him to set aside 1.9 million Guanpingliang. In the morning, he sent someone to take the note from General Song to get the check and ask General Song to sign and seal the letter. He transferred the money to the account opened by Mr. Chen San and his friends at the British Concession HSBC Bank, and the money was released. He could take his apartment with his far more than 300,000 yuan to enjoy the blessing.

After finishing this matter, Yuchen breathed a sigh of relief, and fatigue hit his heart. He asked someone to wash his face with cold water and cheer up his spirits. The night was almost over. The things he wanted to do in advance were basically completed smoothly. What should he do next? Or to say to the big picture, what is his pursuit? Become a Shanghai governor, enjoy a fortune, and then go overseas to be an apartment? Or do your best to change the history of China's blood, fire, tears and tears in the next few decades?......... This may be too heavy.

He walked out of the bedroom, stood in front of the steps, and watched the officers and soldiers who had been busy all night but were always full of energy coming and going. There was only the simplest joy and the warmest yearning for the future in their eyes. Chen Shanhe was singing the Huang clan song loudly in the queue, directing the soldiers to carry weapons.

This was the darkest time before dawn. Yuchen sighed silently. Since he had been deeply involved in history, he had also slightly changed the direction of history. For the purpose of being a Chinese, for the blood of the ancestors of Yanhuang who had been passed down for thousands of years, and for the lovely young people in front of him, he had no choice but to continue and try to turn history in the direction he thought was good.
Chapter completed!