The entertainment tycoon of the Republic of China

"funeral?"

Looking at Mrs. Wen's gray face, Wen Jiulou felt sore in his heart.

"It's not a real funeral. It's just an announcement to the outside world that Heng'er's body has been found. I'm taking this opportunity to invite guests and solve some people secretly."

After listening to Wen Jiulou's explanation, Mrs. Wen's expression did not recover, "I heard people say that when a person is about to die, his soul will float in the yin and yang world, and the soul with no one to take care of his funeral will become a lonely ghost , what if there is a funeral... what if Heng'er really can't come back?"

"You never believed that before."

"That was... when the letter didn't arrive."

If it wasn't for manpower and no fruit, how could we pin our hopes on gods and Buddhas?

Wen Jiulou couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen Mrs. Wen so fragile. As the business of the Wen family grew bigger and bigger, there were fewer and fewer things that really made them feel helpless, and the husband and wife hadn't talked for a long time. pass.

Wen Jiulou looked at Xie Yan as if asking for help.

Xie Yan lowered her head, and sighed after a while, "Madam is not in good health, and there are other things to be busy with. If you can trust me, leave the funeral arrangements to me."

"Ayan, you..." Mrs. Wen didn't know what to say. Arranging the funeral of a loved one by herself is cruel to Xie Yan.

"I don't believe in ghosts and gods." Xie Yan smiled, "Even if there are ghosts and gods in the world, I still believe that man will conquer heaven."

Just like his time travel, although the timing of the time travel cannot be controlled, every step after the time travel is made by him, not by praying to God or Buddha.

"If Wen Heng's soul is really still wandering in the world, let me call him home."

Madam Wen looked at Xie Yan's calm but firm eyes, and finally felt relieved, "I'm really old, and the future will be handed over to you children."

"Ma'am is still in her prime."

"Okay, don't make me happy... Xilian, go and get the personnel booklet and account book from the mansion."

"lady?"

"Sitting in the back of the town for more than ten years, I have almost forgotten how I used to live the days of licking blood with the tip of a knife. People, you should not be too relaxed." Mrs. Wen handed the things in Xilian's hands to Xie Yan's hands .

"Yujing is a girl's house, and I haven't passed the door yet, Ayan, I'll leave the family affairs to you first."

"Madam, then you—"

"Just say that I am sick and rest at home."

Xie Yan and An Yujing didn't react, Wen Jiulou had already heard what Mrs. Wen meant, "Shuang Xia, you should take a good rest."

"I know my body well. If I don't fight while I can still hold a gun, will I regret it when I am too old to walk? Besides, I may not live until then."

Mrs. Wen looked at Wen Jiulou, "Don't think that you are hiding it from me. I don't know. There is sand in Wen's house, and some of them are old people who have been with him for seven or eight years. If I don't go down, they won't show up. Clean up As for the door, I will do it myself."

Wen Jiulou's lips moved, but in the end he didn't continue to persuade. He knew Yan Shuangxia better than anyone else.

He untied the gun from his waist, took Mrs. Wen's hand and put it in his palm, "I know, you've always blamed me in your heart, but if you're dead, I won't live alone."

"..."

Mrs. Wen did not answer him, but she did not return the gun either.

"Change clothes in a hurry, the collar is wet from the snow."

……

Three days later, when all kinds of gossip in Hankou became more and more intense, the Wen family compound and the wharf workshop were hung up with Bai Po in the early morning.

The members of Wen's family were dressed in sackcloth, with mournful expressions, and they went through the city of Hankou to report the funerals to those who were close to them.

After a while, most people knew that the Wen family was doing funeral affairs for Wen Ershao, Wen Heng.

For the people of Hankou, the Wen family is undoubtedly a very important existence, and they are the guardians they admire. Although Wen Ershao and Wen Heng are not as famous as Wen Dashao, they are also rumored to be rare young talents.

Wen Heng's death, Wen's family held a funeral, all kinds of incidents were directed at the Japanese, and the resentment in the hearts of the people reached an unprecedented height.

For the perpetrators, this is also beyond expectations.

In their original expectation, the people of Hankou would fall into panic and uneasiness because of such a deterrent of disparity in strength, and then lose the courage to fight.

However, they underestimated the resilience of the Chinese nation and the backbone forged for thousands of years.Under the influence of the stories told by Xie Yan in the name of the presenter, and with the efforts of many pioneers such as Mr. Wen, Guan Cheng, An Yujing, etc., the souls in the bones of Hankou people have quietly awakened.

Although the awakening has only just sprouted, and the spirit of resistance is still weak, but it is rooted in the land where our ancestors lived for generations, and it is bound to teach the arrogant invaders a painful lesson.

As a result, in the city of Hankou, the resistance of the Chinese factories that had been oppressed for a long time intensified. The businessmen who insisted on not signing unequal contracts with foreigners straightened their backs. The students who returned from studying abroad published articles in newspapers and shouted , Even ordinary people are even more displeased when they see those foreigners who are rampant in Hankou.

If foreigners hold grudges and want revenge?I'm sorry, it's also a natural skill of the Chinese to strike the east and attack the west slowly. After fighting with foreigners in Hankou for so many years, you want to catch their tails in a short time?Arabian Nights!

As a result, under the secret promotion of Fang Xunxuan, the situation in Hankou was only chaotic for a few days, and then stabilized, even more united and cohesive than before.

An Yujing made friends with progressive young people in Hankou, and was the first to experience these changes most intuitively. She was quite surprised to tell these things to Xie Yan, and Xie Yan expected this.

"A nation without integrity will never understand what kind of power will erupt when a nation with a fire buried deep in its soul meets the spark that ignites them, and when they are forced to the edge of a cliff and cannot retreat."

"Huaxia people have never been lambs to be slaughtered. They watched their compatriots being killed in front of their eyes, and they still put their heads on the guillotine obediently."

"The so-called mourning soldiers must win, what they are talking about is this kind of integrity."

……

Xie Yan put down the stack of posts in his hand. In the past few days, the Wen family has received many invitations from Chinese forces, not only from Hankou, but also from surrounding cities such as Changsha and Nanchang, and even from Shanghai. It was delivered in a hurry all the way, and the content was all about asking if there was any need for help after mourning.

Xie Yan asked Mrs. Wen about these posts, and compared them with the list left by Xiang Yanlin. Except for a very few who were suspicious, most of them really wanted to help.

He was a bit impatient, and when he heard that something happened to the Wen family's cargo ship, he couldn't make enough money, so he directly attached the bank note to the post, and he would pay it back when he got through the difficulties.

Holding a heavy greeting card in his hand, it seems to be holding the sincere soul of the whole nation.

It is true that there are scum like Wednesday and the Li family among Huaxia people; it is true that when encountering conflicts of interest, everyone will make different choices out of their own interests.But when the nation is in danger, this common hatred is enough to make people cry.

This is the soul of the Huaxia people, and it is also the root of the Huaxia land that will survive the catastrophe and thrive no matter in which time and space, no matter how many times history repeats itself.

Xie Yan took a deep breath, even if Wen Heng really won't come back, he is extremely grateful that he has come to this era, and all that he is going through, although it is difficult, can bring a ray of light created by himself to future generations.

……

Now the theater, there is no water sign for the performances at the entrance of the theater today, nor is there a group of guys standing at the door to greet people like in the past.

The cold door was only half opened, and shopkeeper Liu was standing alone at the door in plain clothes.

Some viewers who wanted to listen to the little song or buy tickets early in the morning were full of doubts when they saw this scene.

"Customers, I'm really sorry. The theater is closed today. Please forgive me for those who have already bought tickets. You can reschedule or get a refund. Those who haven't bought tickets, please go back first."

At this time, it was the time for ticketing at the present theater, and a large group of people gathered around the entrance of the theater. After listening to Shopkeeper Liu's words, the crowd immediately started discussing.

"Shopkeeper Liu, I asked for leave today, just to hear Aunt Mu's drumbeat, why didn't I notify you in advance when the business closed?"

"That's right, I've been waiting in line for so many days just to grab the tickets for Yulong Ji, why can't I just act if I don't want to act?"

"Shopkeeper, could it be that something happened to the theater?"

"It's really not peaceful recently..."

……

Amidst the doubts of the crowd, shopkeeper Liu once again handed over his hand and confessed.

"Hey, everyone also noticed that I wore plain clothes on purpose today. To tell you the truth, this was specially ordered by my boss."

"Mr. Xiao Xie? Did something happen to him too?" Someone thought of the young and legendary owner of the modern theater.

"Mr. Xie and the second young master of the Wen family have always been friends. The second young master Wen died in a foreign land. The news was sent back the day before yesterday and the body was found. After hearing the news, Mrs. Wen fell ill. The Wen family was in short supply, so I had to ask my boss for help. The funeral. Before he left, the boss specifically told me that the theater will be closed for three days to mourn for Young Master Wen. If you want to listen to the music, come back after these three days."

When Shopkeeper Liu mentioned Wen Heng, the crowd outside the theater fell silent immediately, even those who originally wanted to listen to books and watch a play were not in the mood now.

"Second Young Master is really... gone?"

Shopkeeper Liu smiled wryly, "The Wen family is already making arrangements for the funeral, and the second young master's body is also on the way. How dare I talk nonsense about such things."

"How could it be... My grandfather kept talking about it, saying that the Wen family are gods who came to save the world, and the second young master is protected by the Dragon King when he travels.

"God damn foreigners, why didn't they die!"

"Good people don't get rewarded..."

……

As everyone talked and talked, their emotions became more and more agitated, some with shallow eyes even shed tears, and shopkeeper Liu's eye sockets were also red.

Yes, Er Shao is such a good person, why did he leave so early!

Shopkeeper Liu sniffed, and turned his head to see that Mr. Shun squeezed beside him at some point, crying harder than him.

"Shopkeeper, didn't you say that the business will be closed for three days? Why is Mr. Shun still here?"

"Mr. Shun, don't you know about the bankruptcy?"

"Mr. Shun, when you talked about Yulong Ji last time, you said that whenever there is a catastrophe in the world, there will be gods who will come down to help the world to overcome the suffering. Where are our gods!"

……

Mr. Shun tidied up the shabby black coat that he wore especially today. This coat was first made when he was still a storyteller in Shanghai. Because the color was too dark to attract customers, he hadn't worn it for a long time.

But for the story to be told today, he feels that only this coat can hold it down.

In the eyes of many people, he is a guy who is so lucky that people are jealous. Just because of Xie Yan's blue eyes, he has transformed from an ordinary storyteller into a famous celebrity who has gained both fame and fortune.

Mr. Shun admits that he is indeed very lucky, but the luckiest thing is not how much money and fame he has gained in the eyes of others, but that his thoughts have been completely sublimated.

Before meeting Xie Yan, he was just an ordinary person with a bit of cleverness and a bit of kindness; but now, every communication with Xie Yan made him jump out of the previous limitations, and he began to think about the world independently Human nature, thinking about the meaning of everything you do.

And the more he thought about it, the more he admired Xie Yan who brought him change, admired his thoughts, and admired his foresight.It's not as simple as how much money you make or how many names you make. What Mr. Xie Yan wants to do is to wake up the numb people and change this country that is riddled with holes.

And he, fortunate enough to participate in it, is willing to do his best for this change.

"Don't be impatient, everyone. Shopkeeper Liu certainly didn't forget to inform me of the closure. I came to the theater to write a book."

"Storyteller, isn't it... out of business?"

"The theater is closed to mourn the dead. Storytelling is a high-level education, so why avoid it?"

Mr. Shun wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and temporarily suppressed his surging heart, "Everyone, during the three days in the theater, there is only my storytelling performance, and I only tell one story. I finish it in one day and repeat it for three days."

"The performance does not sell tickets. The theater, including the box, has been replaced with hard benches. When it is full, the door will be closed. If you want to listen, you can queue up now."

"What story can be told in one day? Is it a new story written by Mr. Discovery?"

"Of course." Mr. Shun straightened his back and said loudly, "Mr. Shower said that he used this story to see Er Shao Wen off."