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In the early morning of March 22, Shanghai-Nanjing Railway Hospital.

Despite rescue and surgery, Song Jiaoren's injuries have worsened sharply in the past two days, his hands are chilling, his eyes are tilted, and his consciousness is getting weaker and he murmured from time to time.

"All the officials can't do it for me... At this time... we must concentrate our efforts across the country to the outside world."

Over and over again, at this time he knew what his departure might lead to.

It was delayed until 4 o'clock in the morning, and Song Jiaoren, who was confused, could no longer speak at this time. He only looked around with his dim eyes, his expression was full of reluctance.

Huang Xing, Yu Youren, Chen Qimei, Fan Hexian and others surrounded the sickbed. Song Jiaoren murmured and wanted to say something, but could only make heavy breathing sounds.

"This...xian...xian..."

Song Jiaoren, who made a slight voice with difficulty, tried to comfort his comrades, finally could make a sound in the future, while Huang Xing leaned over and said loudly in front of Song Jiao's ear.

"Dunchu, we will take care of everything about you, don't worry."

Huang Xing's words made Song Jiaoren open his eyes hard, tears rolling in his eyes, and a hint of unwillingness was in his dull eyes. He raised his left hand slightly, but his fingers were only lifted for a few centimeters.

"Huh...xian..."

Although he struggled to make a sound, he was unable to make a complete sentence in the end, and slowly he died with endless regrets.

"Dunchu..."

Huang Xing, Yu Youren and others immediately buried their bodies and cried bitterly, and Chen Qimei, beside them, also started crying loudly. While crying, he beat the edge of the bed with his fists and shouted.

"I will never be willing to accept this matter, and I will never be a human being."

"If you don't take this revenge, I will not be a human being."

He wiped his tears hard, and Chen Qi, who had tears on his face, said with a hideous face.

"It must be Yuan Shikai who sent someone to assassinate Dunchu. His heart can be seen from this that we should raise the banner of righteousness and conduct the second time. One is to avenge Brother Dunchu, and the other is to recreate the republic."

"Ying Shi, the murderer has not been captured, how can he be determined to stop him rashly? Do not use it for others"

Huang Xing, who was originally crying in a corpse, quickly stood up to persuade Chen Qimei. Chen Qimei, who was originally covered in ferocious and angry face, immediately calmed down and said.

"Well, for the sake of this, I should ask my husband to return to China to take charge of the overall situation."

When the others heard this, they naturally said quickly.

"That's right, it's right, I'll ask my husband to return to China immediately..."

During this echo, no one noticed that a little glow flashed in the angry Chen Qimei's eyes.

"The matter should be sent immediately to the President"

At this time, Fan Hexian suddenly said with a slight in his mouth.

At 4:00 p.m. that day, Yuan Shikai's nap habits have not changed for many years. When the nap first started, his secretary and others immediately reported to him that the news of Song Jiaoren's death.

Yuan Shikai, who had just woken up, heard that Song Jiaoren was dead. Although he had made up his mind two days ago, he heard that Song Jiaoren was really dead and said in surprise:

"Is there such a thing? Come with the telegram."

The secretary brought the telegram and it was Chen Yifan, Huang Keqiang, Jiang Kongyin.

Looking at the content on the telegram, Yuan Shikai was silent for a moment, and it was not until dozens of seconds before he looked extremely regretful.

"How is this good? The Kuomintang lost Song Chunchu and lacked a leader who understood the truth, making it harder to speak in the future."

It was not just a difficult speech, but Yuan Shikai, who knew that the nature of the people, knew that the next thing might be the "speak" from the gun to the gun.

No matter

Suddenly sighing, Yuan Shikai, who had his eyes closed, looked up at the secretary and said.

"Send a telegram to Shanghai... Song Jun died, and He Shenghao lamented that the key point is now, so he can re-support the reward and quickly arrest the real murderer, and thoroughly investigate it. Song Jun is outstanding in his talent and knowledge, and has made many achievements in serving the Republic of China. He is sad for both knowledge and not knowledge. All matters after his death are expected to be properly prepared with Zhong Wenyao, the general manager of the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway. The funeral expenses should be paid immediately to commend the reward."

After reading the telegram, Yuan Shikai, who had closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and finally sighed again.

"It's time to fight"

In the surprise of the secretary, Yuan Shikai opened his eyes slightly.

"Please come here now"

More than half an hour later, as soon as Zhou Xuexi entered the presidential office of the Welcoming Hotel, Yuan Shikai looked at him and spoke directly.

"Song Dunchu is dead"

"ah"

When Zhou Xuexi was surprised, Yuan Shikai frowned and asked.

"How much money does the Ministry of Finance have now?"

"this……"

Zhou Xuexi said in his heart for a moment.

"More than 16.7 million taels..."

As the Chief Finance Minister, Zhou Xuexi mentioned the treasury Yin Yu and Li Zhiyuan were somewhat grateful. These silvers were all Li Zhiyuan's silver. Without his silver, the government would have long...

“Not enough, not enough”

Sitting on the chair and after spitting out two in one after another, Yuan Shikai looked directly at Zhou Xuexi.

"It's time to fight"

"this……"

"How was the talk with the five-country bank group?"

"condition……"

"They gave up their financial power and military power?"

"I've given up, but..."

Although the president's meaning has not been expressed yet, Zhou Xuexi vaguely guessed what he meant, he was...

"Take the conditions for the opening of the five-country bank group and strive for... some things should be prepared early."

Yuan Shikai stood up and left the office, and walked directly to the military staff next door. There, he had already invited Duan Qirui and Duan Zhigui over.

"Sun Yixian...Sun Yixian..."

Speaking the name of "Old Guy", Yuan Shikai sneered, leaving only Zhou Xuexi, who had a changing expression, standing there alone.

In February 2nd year of the Republic of China, in order to investigate the conditions of Japan's industrial and railways, Sun Yat-sen and Ma Junwu, He Tianjiji, Dai Jitao and his group visited Japan and arrived in Nagasaki, Monji, Shimoguan, Tokyo, Yokohama, Nagoya, Kyoto, Osaka, Kobe and other places.

On March 22, Sun Yat-sen and his party visited Nagasaki in high spirits. They arrived at the coastal city in the northwest of Kyushu Island yesterday. At this time, they had just visited the Nagasaki Shipyard of Mitsubishi Company and were preparing to attend the dinner of the mayor of Nagasaki.

This time, Sun Yat-sen's visit to Japan was completely different from the past. In the past, he was an exiled man, but now he came to Japan as the nominal leader of the Kuomintang and the former interim president. When he was in Tokyo, he had intimate talks with Prime Minister Kanetaro. Whenever he went to a Japanese city, senior officials from those cities always held a reception dinner to entertain the leader of the East.

Sun Yat-sen, who was strolling in the park in front of the city government's welcome hotel, sometimes lowered his head to admire the green trees and red flowers in the park, sometimes raised his eyes to the red sails bathed in the rays of rays on the sea, smiling comfortably.

"husband"

Ma Junwu held up myopic glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with a smile.

"This time I accompanied you and walked in many places in Japan. I found that your friends are everywhere in Japan."

"Yes, since I formed the ** Party, I have been in exile in Japan for more than ten times."

At this time, Sun Yat-sen was full of deep feelings.

"But this time it was just upright. Yuan Shikai only gave China Railway Corporation 30,000 yuan in funding in a month. You came to Japan for inspection as the General Office of the Railway. The Japanese government respects you as a state guest and is very generous, haha..."

He Tianjiong noticed that her husband seemed to be in a better mood today than before and seemed very happy, so he said something jokingly.

"Sunrise and sunrise, another day passed,"

Dai Jitao, who had not said anything, looked at the sunset in the sea and said with emotion.

"Our inspection on this trip has been almost a month and a half."

Hearing this, Sun Yat-sen couldn't help but feel moved, quickly restrained the smile on his face, and pulled back his eyes to the direction of China with affectionate feelings.

"The stars are changing, and the years pass by, and in the blink of an eye, I will resign as the interim president and it will be almost the first anniversary."

Ma Junwu said with a smile.

"In the past year, husband, you have changed a lot. People say that my grandfather used to be indifferent to the words, but now I always talk about the railway. Your mind is all on those two railway tracks haha..."

"It's right"

After hearing this, Sun Yat-sen raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up, and he smiled knowingly.

Just as they entered the city government's welcome hotel while talking and laughing, a postman took out a telegram, held it in his hands and handed it to Sun Yat-sen. Sun Yat-sen glanced at the cover of the telegram and said with a smile on his face.

"It's Huang Xing's call, there will be good news"

After saying that, with a "scream", he tore open the seal of the telegram envelope and pulled out the telegram and started to read it. Suddenly, Sun Yat-sen's smile suddenly became gloomy, and his hand holding the telegram was trembling slightly. He looked straight and lowered his hands, and walked out the door with heavy steps.

Ma Junwu, who was more anxious, quickly followed out and asked in a low voice.

"Husband, what happened?"
To be continued...