Rebirth of the Northern Giants

The answer did not keep him waiting for a long time. After hundreds of people had gathered around, the scribe spoke again: "Everyone, sign your signature and express your support for a democratic republic. Each person will receive four big steamed buns. You say it’s not worth it.”

"Little boy, quickly bring a pen and paper, I'm hungry after walking for a long time." The person below yelled.

"Yeah, little boy, don't talk nonsense, I will sign"

"That's right, steamed buns don't taste good after being left for a long time."

How do these people know about a republic and democracy? Seeing that there is a small advantage to take advantage of, signing a bird name is not a big deal.

The scribe said with a smile: "Everyone, don't worry, I guarantee that everyone will have a share."

The four of Wu Peifu stared at all this in a daze. When did the capital become so lively.

Liu Shipei's face on the high platform changed. He ran into those democratic republicans and greeted them so obscenely, he couldn't help being furious.

Turning around and yelling, he walked over with seven or eight constitutionalists behind him, ready to argue with them.

The four of Wu Peifu also quietly followed.

Liu Shipei and his party were so angry that the crowd consciously gave way to a passage.

"Wu that kid, who told you to confuse the crowd here?" Liu Shipei asked unceremoniously pointing fingers.

"Yo, I thought who it was, it turned out to be those old people. Why, you are only allowed to publicize, not us. Don't forget, we were also invited by your master, Cotyledon, to come to Beijing to discuss state affairs."

The literati replied angrily, since the military government issued a notice not to be punished with words, some literati and poets have become arrogant, and they have swollen to the point of forgetting who they are, so they are so open-mouthed.

Liu Shipei didn't expect this person to be so bold that he got carried away, became short of breath, his chest heaved and he couldn't speak.

Just because he can't speak, doesn't mean others can't, no.

"You are not allowed to speak ill of our principal." The two young ladies said crisply in unison.

The scribe curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "Puppy, go home and drink milk, don't make noise here, you little brats can't take care of such important national affairs."

Wu Peifu was even more furious when he heard the words, and said: "Presumptuous, you can easily call the principal's name, and apologize immediately."

"Hey, yo, it seems that Ye Zhikui has a lot of slaves. China is hopeless, and everyone is a slave voluntarily. He still talks about freedom of speech, and everyone is equal. It seems that Ye Zhikui is also a person for fame. There is a trace of admiration for him." That scribe didn't know what was wrong today, and wantonly provoked public anger. .

Volume Two

The scribe spoke so bluntly and viciously, directly attacking Ye Zhikui, this time, even the ordinary civilians who originally asked for signatures for steamed buns were also angry.

"You bastard, if I eat your **** steamed buns, you're going to die soon."

"Dare to insult the Grand Marshal, everyone can't spare him lightly."

"Looking at his wicked looks, you know he's not a good guy. He must be a treacherous official like Qin Hui."

"Straight mother thief, take a punch from me."

The crowd was furious, and those who had not eaten the steamed buns threw the steamed buns at the scribes one after another.

While protecting his face with his hands, the scribe yelled: "Look, this is the mob under Ye Zhikui's rule, and they can't hear a word of the truth."

Wu Peifu and Chen Tianhua saw that this person dared to be so arrogant and domineering, they roared and rushed forward.

"Look, Ye Zhikui's soldiers are attacking people. Ye Zhikui will only bully the common people, betray the interests of the country, and cede Nerchinsk."

The scribe winked at the dozen or so big men next to him, and shouted loudly.

Wu Peifu is wearing military school uniforms, which are similar to military uniforms.

For more than ten days, they suddenly shouted loudly.

"Ye Zhikui is a butcher, bloody suppression, violent rule"

"The junta has disregarded public opinion and played tricks on the people."

"The military government doesn't allow people to speak up, so they talk about it."

The crowd was completely enraged, and began to commotion, rushing forward, following Wu Peifu and others, and was about to encircle the scribes and his party.

The scribe snorted secretly, and told the big man next to him: "Enough, let's go!"

A dozen burly men guarded several scribes, fighting a bloody path and breaking out of the encirclement.

Wu Peifu was one step ahead, and soon ran to the side of the big man, raised his fist, and hit him forward.

"It's not that easy to leave." Wu Peifu was completely irritated.

The big man showed a strange smile, but turned around, holding a dagger in his hand, stabbing back at his chest and heart, and said in a low voice: "I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, I want to die myself."

Wu Peifu was startled. He didn't expect that the big man was actually a Lianjiazi, and he was carrying a murder weapon. His moves were old. Fortunately, he trained hard on weekdays, and his body was slightly turned to the left.

The dagger was stabbed in his stomach, the big man didn't dare to stay, he pulled it back and turned around and ran.

"Ziyu" Chen Tianhua was furious, the accident happened in the blink of an eye, no one expected that those people would be so ruthless in their actions.

"Leave me alone, catch a murderer, they planned it in advance." Wu Peifu yelled in pain, with a delicate mind.

Chen Tianhua's face was cloudy and uncertain, and finally followed Wu Peifu's instructions, and chased after him wildly.

The scribes and the big man were all practicing family members, and even Wu Peifu was recruited, not to mention the people who had no training at all. Before long, more than a dozen ordinary people lay on the ground, and the scribes and the big man walked away.

"Brother Ziyu" Cai E and Jiang Baili did not follow the crowd to pursue, but supported Wu Peifu from left to right.

"Brother Ziyu was seriously injured. Let's send him to the hospital." Seeing Wu Peifu's pale face and bleeding profusely, Jiang Baili hurriedly tore off his clothes and covered his wound.

Tick, tick, the police battalion finally arrived late.

"Quick, save people," the inspector saw that the situation was serious, and there were more than a dozen people on the ground who were breathing more than breathing, and hurried to Wu Peifu's side first, and ordered the patrol.

Who dares to be so daring, to injure people with a knife in broad daylight in the capital.

Wu Peifu raised his arm vigorously, pointed to the front, and said in a low voice: "Catch the murderer"

"Brother Ziyu, don't talk." Cai E cried and said.

"I," Wu Peifu fainted before finishing speaking.

Chief of Police Zhao Bingjun is looking at all kinds of documents in the Office of the Police Department with a headache. Since Ye Zhikui reprimanded him last time, he has been cleaning up the patrol team and investigating those patrol officers who are not clean and have complicated relationships. Once it is discovered that they have contacts with gang members, they will be severely punished. Fortunately, after a period of rectification, some results have finally been achieved, and the patrol team has cleared them up.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but God didn't seem to like him very much.

The door of Zhao Bingjun's office is open at any time, and he can directly see from the inside whether the other patrol officers are lazy.

This time, one of his confidantes was sweating and hurried in.