Chapter 191 A great man in the cultural world!

Take a boat from Anqing to Wuhu, from Wuhu to Jinling, from Jinling to Changzhou and then go directly to Shanghai. It took more than half a month to get there. During this period, Wang Jin followed the smuggling boat from the Shandong Gang to open his eyes.

That’s right, he was riding on the Shandong Gang’s smuggling steamer, and he was surrounded by Shan Bei and three other good-looking brothers. After all, it’s not as good as Anqing outside, so it’s the best to be low-key and not cause trouble!

But despite all this, along the way, they still followed the brothers of the Shandong Gang and the local snakes along the way and even fought with the Zhejiang Jiang Defense Battalion. In order to show their strength, the desperate people of the Shandong Gang dared not tamper with the account books. Wang Jin showed his might and shot his two revolvers from left to right. Not only that, Shan Bei and the other four were also extremely brave. They were desperate to fight, and anyone who encountered them would have a headache.

Sure enough, the Shandong sailors who fought side by side were inexplicably shocked. They were extremely respectful to Wang Jin and the five "guests" who suddenly boarded a smuggling boat, and did not dare to have any neglect.

Standing at the junction of Shanghai and China, watching all kinds of people coming and going, there were Chinese, blonde and blue-eyed foreigners, and 'killing gifts' with a genital Danhu, and Indian Asan with a head wrapped like a rice dumpling. As for the short guys who were as thin as monkeys, Wang Jin sighed for a moment...

He has never been to Shanghai, whether in this life or in his previous life. When he joined the local team in Shanghai, a strong modern atmosphere came to his face, unlike the modern atmosphere of Anqing. There were crowds of people, cars and horses, and shops on the street. Look at the layouts inside, all of which are today's "high-end goods". The roadside stalls were crowded with shouts and shouts, and this kind of prosperity was far from comparable to the Xicheng Market where he was located.

Although the prosperity and liveliness of Shanghai were far beyond his imagination, and even the "local buns" of Shan Bei and others were lingering, and they were almost out of their eyes, one thing made him extremely unhappy.

Those foreign "friends" don't care about their lofty expressions, but why do they seem to be two different worlds between the two streets? Most of the people in the areas controlled by the Qing Dynasty were pale and thin, with numb eyes, and a few of them were dressed neatly and fully energetic, which was obvious at first glance, "a home for successful people to have a prosperous life"; while the concession across the street was a prosperous scene of singing and dancing. Although there were pale and thin clothes and ragged clothes, the proportion of the abortion was only 50% or 50% of them.

This gap is too big, right? I rubbed my eyes hard, really wondering if I had come to the wrong place?

In fact, he didn't know that the concession was the most eye-catching place among Chinese cities with sluggish development in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Because it was not regulated by Chinese laws, the concession was found everywhere in the concession that did not match the traditional Chinese thinking.

Especially the Opium Pavilion, in the eyes of many Chinese at that time, the concession allowed this cancer that destroyed the Chinese consciousness to be publicly seen in the concession, which was the best portrayal of foreigners' contempt and hostility towards China. Therefore, conflicts broke out frequently outside the concession tobacco halls.

Speaking of which, it is a great irony that harmed the prosperity of the concession, which was entirely based on the continuous loss of the economy in the mainland of the Qing Dynasty and became the economic center of the nearby area.

He sighed that he was not here for a trip this time, so he hurriedly woke up Dan Bei and the others, and he kept asking for directions along the way. He entered the public concession and had no intention of seeing the scenery of Shanghai in the late Qing Dynasty, and went straight to the security guards on Sanma Road, which Wang Siliang gave him.

On November 29, 1845, the Qing government Su Song Taibing Preparation Gong Mujiu and British Consul Georgebalfour jointly announced the Shanghai British Concession (theshanghailand regulations) and established the Shanghai British Concession. Since then, the US Concession and the French Concession have been established one after another. In July 1854, the United Concession of Britain, France and the United States established the Joint Concession. In 1862, the French Concession was independent from the Joint Concession; in 1863, the British Concession of Britain and the United States was officially merged into the public concession. In the concession, foreigners invested in public utilities and started a newspaper. The concession authorities were responsible for municipal construction and promulgated a series of administrative regulations for concession management. The concession also became a window for the Chinese to understand and learn Western culture.

In May 1899, the Shanghai Public Concession expanded on a large scale, with an area of ​​33,503 mu (22 square kilometers), and expanded to Zhoujiazui on the east (now the corner of the military road of Pingliang Road); the border on the north reaches the junction of Shanghai and Baoshan counties; the west extends to Jing'an Temple. The entire concession is divided into four districts: middle, north, east and west.

Wang Jin and the others did not work much, and soon found the place. As soon as they entered the door, they met the contact person at the headquarters in Anqing. He was very happy to see Wang Jin coming, and he exchanged a few greetings and hurriedly led the guests who came from afar to find Cai Yuanpei who was working.

Cai Yuanpei was thinking about something frowningly. When he saw a guest coming, he hurriedly stood up and greeted him. After a brief introduction, he looked at Wang Jin and his party with his eyes shining, nodding to signal that he understood. After the comrade who led the way left, he couldn't wait to ask about everything about the Anqing Revolution.

Wang Jin was a little nervous. When he first met Xu Xilin, although the other party was an old revolutionary senior, he was not very famous in later generations, and he could handle it easily and pretend to be a ghost when interacting with him. But the person in front of him is different, the president of Peking University. Faced with the real senior intellectuals of this era, how could he, a self-proclaimed pseudo-high intellectual, not nervous to sweat and feel weak in his heart?

He stammered and answered Cai Yuanpei's question. Except for some things that really cannot be revealed, he did not hide any other matters about the Anqing Revolution, and seemed extremely honest and obedient.

Cai Yuanpei smiled and observed Wang Jin, who was nervous, quietly nodded, feeling that the young man in front of him had a little tender face, but he was a capable talent!

After understanding the entire process of the failure of Anqing Revolution, he remained silent for a long time before finally shouting with grief, "Bo Sun, how magnificent my brother."
Chapter completed!