Old Movies of the Republic of China II

The red armor and the black armor faced each other far away, and tens of thousands of troops spread out on the endless plain, scaring away all birds and animals within a ten-mile radius with murderous aura.

The general of the black army slowly pointed to the sky with one hand.

Behind him, an arrow shining with thick light "咻", pierced through the ocean-like black armor, and rushed towards the red army without hesitation.

Behind one arrow are countless branches.

The general of the black army suddenly swung his arm down, holding a long sword with a strange shape, and rushed towards the enemy with a long roar.

Thousands of black armors followed him forward!

The sound of fighting spread out on the plain!

Qinghe watched red and black blend, blood stained the earth and sky red, generals in black rushed into the enemy's formation, he was not immersed in the endless killing.Hundreds of armored cavalry were like spears pointed at the heart, and they were drawn into the enemy's formation like a storm, rushing towards the red general!

Qing He's pupils shrank suddenly.

Although there are thousands of people, I will go too!

What a boldness this is.

He was even more nervous, he didn't know who the general in black was, and who the general in red was. He was nervous about such a grand battle, and also... nervous about the black general.

Tens of thousands of people fought in melee, but he led a mere few hundred people into the enemy's hinterland. He was brave and brave, but did he really think it through?Among the red-clothed army hundreds of times larger than himself, he might still survive.

Qinghe thinks it can't.

With such a huge disparity in strength, how could he survive?

Even though he thought so, he still watched without blinking. He saw the blood-soaked black general slashing down the banner beside the red general with a sword, and saw him wrestling with the red general, while other black armored cavalry surrounded him. Don't let any red soldier approach.

The red generals crashed down!

If it wasn't for the fact that there was no movement in his body, Qinghe really wanted to cheer for him.

The black armored cavalry took the captives and tried to break out of the encirclement of the red army and join the black army. However, the red army became more and more fearless, and rushed to the iron cavalry, which now had only a hundred men.The black armor is like an isolated island in the red armor, and the red armor is the ocean that will drown them.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...!"

Someone in the black armor let out a roar that resounded throughout the world, and the morale of the black army was greatly boosted. Thousands of elite cavalry broke into the red army, and went straight to kill the black general.

The black general and the soldiers around him were refreshed, and they also rushed towards them.

The two armies meet!

The general's black armor was stained red with blood, and his face was also covered in blood, making his features blurry.And the enemy doesn't need to see his face clearly, just see his eyes clearly and his heart will be torn apart!

He is like a god of killing.

The black general brought the captives back to his army, and in the distance, most of the black armored elite who went to rescue him were killed or injured. The red-clothed soldiers bit the last cavalry viciously and ate them up!

Hei Jiang roared angrily, his eyes tearing open.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill! ! ! ! ! !

His eyes crossed the flames and the blood reflecting the red sky, and looked into the void——

Qinghe was startled, and suddenly woke up, sweating profusely, and the pajamas were so soaked that water could come out.

He pressed his heart, sat on the bed, gasping for breath.

Is this a dream?

It wasn't a dream, how could he "wake up"?But if it's a dream... Qing He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, if it was a dream, it would be too real.

Black armor, red armor, arrows, fighting...and those bloodshot eyes.

"Yinger! Yinger!"

Ying'er came over in a hurry: "Master, what's wrong?" She was startled: "Did you have a nightmare? Why are you sweating so much?"

Qinghe shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and said, "Go, get the letter from the young master."

The letter was not far away, it was on the desk, and he read it over and over countless times before going to bed, cherishing it and reading it word by word.Although it was not far away, Qinghe didn't have the strength to get out of bed, and then walked to the desk. The dream made him collapse, and he didn't have any strength in his body.

Yinger quickly took the letter over.

Qing He clutched the letter as if clutching a life-saving straw.

Ying'er wanted to make him happy: "Young Master is really amazing. In just three months, the Japanese suffered two major defeats. I have never seen a handsome man so happy. He kept saying that Father Tiger was innocent. dog."

Qinghe silently stared at Zhang Yang's handwriting on the letter paper. In the letter to him, Zhang Zheng never mentioned how the battlefield was or what the war was like.His letter was very short and the content was very simple, but he said a few trivial things encountered, and there was a simpler sentence "eat well".

Three months, a letter of less than a hundred words.

Qinghe folded the letter and put it under the pillow.

Ying'er mixed a glass of warm honey water and whispered, "Drink some water."

After drinking water, Qinghe lay on the bed tiredly, Yinger went out, he didn't want to close his eyes.

Zhang Yishan seldom talked about wars at home, and Susie didn't have to know her son's movements all the time to be at ease. She and Zhang Yishan had learned not to listen, ask, or watch for many years.

Of course Qinghe couldn't ask Zhang Yishan how the war was going and how Zhang Zheng was doing.In the past three months, he has put all his energy on his business. The war has made some businesses very difficult to do, but correspondingly, there are always some other businesses that are developing well.

This letter, which he had waited for too long, caused great waves in his heart.

But he will not change his decision because of this, Zhang Zheng has his battlefield, and he also has his own things to do.

No matter what age, as long as war breaks out, people's demand for food tends to become sick.The national war came so suddenly that no one could have foreseen it, so that even the most foresighted merchants did not have time to hoard grain.

Some people believe that the war will not break out, because once it breaks out, the country will be truly exterminated; others believe that the war will not come so early, and the peace in the Northeast and the whole country can be maintained for at least ten years.

Even Zhang Yishan did not expect Japan to be so crazy.

Even when he was a soldier, he knew that wars were not fought like this, but they actually slaughtered a city alive!

When Zhang Yishan heard the news, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he shouted, "Did you read it right?"

Under the bloody enmity of hundreds of thousands of compatriots, even the most cunning warlord would not stand idly by at this time, but no one with a little blood will remain indifferent to it.Hundreds of thousands of millions of people who swallowed their anger poured into the barracks, fighting to defend the lives of themselves and their loved ones!

Under such an endless war situation, merchants with a little foresight began to hoard food.

The chairman of the Northeast Chamber of Commerce, Liu Yao's father, Liu Qingshan, held a meeting to warn everyone not to drive up food prices, to be a businessman, to be conscientious, and not to make money in national calamity.

Qinghe was in his position, watching the performance of members of the chamber of commerce with cold eyes.

There are fewer responders, but more silence.

Liu Qingshan's face was heavy. He knew that in the face of huge interests, very few people would restrain themselves because of the word "morality".The fundamental reason for the establishment of the chamber of commerce back then was to ensure that the merchants who joined the association could do better business. Now they are doing the opposite. He knows how these people who need to squeeze three catties of oil per catty of beans will react to this.

"Everyone, some of us were born and grew up in the Northeast, and some of us couldn't survive in the pass and came to the east of the pass after untold hardships. This land has supported us, our wives and children, and we can Today, one is to rely on oneself to work hard, toil hard, and earn hard money; the other is to rely on the help of the fathers and villagers, who believe in us. Humans have to be conscientious."

Liu Qingshan tried his best, but no one responded.

It's not that they have no conscience, it's just that sometimes, conscience can't be eaten as food.

No one objected, because everyone knew Qinghe's identity, and said openly in front of him that he was going to hoard, wouldn't that be desperate? !

Qinghe moved his hand, which seemed to be unintentionally placed on the table. Behind him, Wang Yongze in military uniform suddenly pulled out his pistol and slapped it on the table!

Everyone trembled.

Liu Qingshan was silent.

Qinghe looked at the cold pistol on the table, smiled slightly, and said, "Ziran is a junior, there are some things that I shouldn't have to say, but today I have to say them."

He stood up leisurely, and said in a gentle voice: "Everyone, you are also seven-foot men, but you only think about how to make money in the country's crisis. Are you really a real man?"

Qing He was more gentle, but they felt uneasy.

Qing He left his position, he paced slowly, behind everyone.No matter where he went, the people in front of him felt chills in the back of their heads.

Qing He said unhurriedly: "Boss Song, I heard that your father was beaten to death by bullies on the way to the East, right?"

Boss Song clenched his fists, "I don't want to mention my late father."

"Of course you don't want to mention it. I heard that he died very badly. There was no good flesh on his body. He couldn't even utter a coherent sentence, and he kept crying for pain."

Boss Song's eyes were red, and he jumped up at the table: "Boss Zhang, you have to speak directly, don't involve my father!"

Qinghe met his resentful gaze, and said lightly: "Please think about it carefully, if you really want to hoard food and sell it at a high price, then what is the difference between you and the bully who killed your father?"

Boss Song said angrily: "I—"

"Is it more sinful to kill someone than starve to death?" Qing He asked.

Boss Song shut his mouth and sat down angrily.

The faces of the others were even uglier. They had already realized that this Zhang Ziran intended to use morality to make them bow their heads. However, unlike Liu Qingshan, Zhang Ziran probably knew more about each of their experiences, knew where their weaknesses were, and knew how to make them bow down. yield.

Sure enough, Qinghe turned behind another person.

"Boss Yang, I have always respected you, not only because you started from scratch and made the business big, but also because you are kind and generous. I heard that in your hometown, there are even people who have been favored by you set up longevity tablets for you?" Qing He praised: "Not everyone can have this honor. But if they know that you use this kind of money to do good deeds, will they praise you for making money wisely or be dumbfounded?"

Boss Yang showed a wry smile on his face.

He is a person with a good face. If a person has a bad face, it may be difficult for him to do so many thankless things.He enjoys the respect of others, especially the respect of those who once looked down on him. If he loses this respect, it is better to let him go back to the past.

Boss Yang knows that this person is not just talking.

In his capacity, with just one word, the county magistrate of their county will immediately notify the village chief and let him go door to door and tell everyone about it.

Boss Yang couldn't afford to gamble, nor did he want to gamble.

He sighed dejectedly.

The members of the Northeast Chamber of Commerce were not limited to those who were present today, and some of them didn't come at all, and Qing He didn't tell everyone what was on their minds.

Qinghe walked to the other end of the long table, facing Liu Qingshan, who was the first, calmly said: "I have said everything I need to say, I don't know what the bosses think. Think before you lose money to the country. After the war is won in the future, how will you deal with yourself? Will the common people let you go?"

The house was silent.

After a long time, an elderly businessman coughed twice, stood up tremblingly with the support of the table, and tremblingly said: "Zi Ran, don't worry, everyone here is a businessman who is responsible, and no one will go to those funerals." Good thing."

He has a high prestige among the crowd, and sometimes his words are more effective than Liu Qingshan, besides, Qinghe didn't mention him before, the old man is giving everyone present a step down.

"...Father!" His son called him hastily, his face full of annoyance, but as soon as the words came out, everything was a foregone conclusion.

The old man sat down and closed his eyes.

Someone responded one after another.

In the end, everyone made a promise that they would never take advantage of the war to hoard grain, and must stabilize grain prices in Northeast China.

The general situation is over, even if they are unwilling in their hearts, no one dares to blatantly sing the opposite. Humans are animals that seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. When danger comes, they know what to do to be better for themselves.

Liu Qingshan and Qinghe looked at each other and smiled.

Qinghe seemed calm, but he let out a heavy breath in his heart.

These people are not ordinary businessmen, but a group of people who have the most resources in the Northeast. In the eyes of ordinary people, they can be said to have good hands and eyes. In some respects, they are even faster than the government and Zhang Yishan.

Qing He was already satisfied that they could agree—even if it was only a verbal promise—not to hoard food.

Even though there must be many changes in the future, he is ready to solve them.

When Zhang Yishan's foundation was not stable at the beginning, he was supported by wealthy businessmen. A businessman with such ability does not need to pay too much attention to any chamber of commerce. Their patriarch did not attend, and only sent a junior over.

This junior was only one year older than Qing He, and had been silently watching the whole meeting. He deliberately stayed there until everyone was almost gone, and patted his palms lightly a few times.

Qinghe smiled wryly: "Fortunately, don't laugh at me."

Qiao Xingzhi bent his lips and smiled: "I'm celebrating for you."

Qiao Xingzhi wore a moon-white silk shirt, and his facial features were ordinary, but they were unforgettable.What people remember is not his appearance, but his temperament, like the bright moon in the sky, makes people fascinated, like the drunk spring breeze.

He is not like the son of a merchant, but more like the heir of a scholarly family.

However, as far as Qing He knew, the Qiao family was different from ordinary merchant families. Their ancestors had two prime ministers, six top scholars, and countless second place candidates.

Qinghe said: "I wanted to tell you earlier, but who knew there would be no chance."

"Tell me what? That gun?" Qiao Xingzhi said indifferently: "I am indeed a little surprised, but I can understand it. In this troubled world, the means are not serious, and orders are not allowed."

Qinghe stood up: "Let's not talk about this, it's rare for you to come to Fengtian, come back to the commander's mansion with me? Madam hasn't seen you for so long, I miss you very much."

Qiao Xingzhi said: "Do you dare to disobey your orders?"

Speaking of which, if a master in Harbin hadn't judged that Qiao Xingzhi couldn't marry someone who was too murderous, Zhang Yishan's godson would not be the only one in Qinghe.

Qiao Xingzhi's life experience is completely opposite to Qinghe's. He was born in a wealthy merchant family. His father is a well-known merchant, his mother is a lady from a famous family, and his grandfather is an important minister of the Qing court. He is praised by even foreigners. A powerful minister, and even a great loyal minister who died for the country when the Qing court fell.

He is the true pride of heaven.

In the troubled times, his family was the target of various forces vying to win him over, and he himself grew up under everyone's attention.

However, Qiao Xingzhi himself has never been arrogant.

He is humble, peaceful, kind, intelligent and compassionate.

The longer the contact, the more self-ashamed Qinghe becomes.

His hands will be stained with more and more blood, and Qiao Xingzhi will always be the glorious Qiao Xingzhi.