Subtitle of this chapter: Talk about revolution before falling in love

"Eight hundred and eighty dollars, the first time... the second time... the third time!"

"Bang!"

"Then this Qing Qianlong pastel plum vase belongs to Mr. Li Jie, director of the Anliang Chamber of Commerce."

The auctioneer who played the guest appearance of Luo Jiaxiang as a first-class secretary was quite good, but the fifth brother of Hongqi bowed to a short fat man in a long robe and jacket not far away and said, "President Zhu, Chengrang Chengrang."

The President Zhu, who looked very eccentric at first glance, was the leader of the New York Branch of Xiesheng Federation.... He twitched his face unnaturally after failing to bid, but in the end he reluctantly replied: "Old Wu, be polite."

This round of competition is naturally that Anliangtang, among the two Hongmen branches, beat Xieshengyuan. Although they are both Hongmen, the old saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Xieshengyuan was a veteran of the Great Mountain Gate in North America in the middle of the 19th century, while Anliangtang was a cross-river of the river dragon who was only recruiting disciples in New York more than ten years ago. There is inevitably a bit of conflict between the two.

On the original timeline, there is still such a tragic battle between the two. In a few years, they will fight and even use guns.

"The head of the family spent 880 US dollars just a broken porcelain vase. Isn't it a bit too expensive?" Jin Feng's fourth sister was not happy about her husband's victory at all. She looked at President Zhu worriedly and asked in a low voice.

Hongqi Laowu said: "It's a little more expensive, but today's auction proceeds will be donated to victims of severe drought in East China. Don't forget that our hometown has also suffered from disasters. I have done my best."

The so-called gold in troubled times and antiques in prosperous times. Chinese cultural relics are not very valuable these days.

However, this plum bottle is worth this price. You should know that this Qianlong pastel porcelain is easy to sell for 10 million soft sister coins in another hundred years. On November 11, 2010, at an auction at the Bainbridge Auction House in London, a Qing Qianlong pastel hollow porcelain bottle with an estimated price of between 800,000 and 1.2 million pounds was finally sold for 51.6 million pounds (about 550 million RMB), setting a new high price for Chinese cultural relics auctions at that time.

Now this plum vase is only less than 1,000 US dollars, which is only a few hundred thousand yuan in RMB in a hundred years. It’s just a two-year doctoral tuition fee for Master Yuan. It’s surprisingly cheap.

"Huilan, it's too stuffy here. I'll go out and take a breath!"

Miss Wei Mingzhu really couldn't get interested in this kind of auction, and she couldn't stop smoking indoors these days, so she couldn't stay any longer.

"Yeah!" Huang Huilan nodded gently. She was actually not very interested, but as the wife of the ambassador to the United States, she might not necessarily leave halfway.

Miss Wei was together like this, which naturally alarmed the men around her who focused all their attention on her.

"Miss Wei, where are you going, I'll accompany you."

She glanced at Lu Jifeng and said lightly: "I want to put on makeup, so I won't work on Mr. Lu."

"Well..." The dick also knew that makeup was synonymous with going to the bathroom, so he had to smile embarrassedly, "Then please."

As she said that, Wei Mingzhu went up the stairs, but she did not go back to the lounge, but walked around the stairs behind to the door on the side of the first floor to walk out of the New York Consulate General from here.

"Miss, don't catch a cold."

The maids with her quickly put on her thin but warm golden wister frost coat and stuffed a stove on her hands. Wei Mingzhu then came to the garden.

There was no scenery in this small garden, let alone a cold night in the winter. All the plants were covered with snow, and they could not see what they were originally. The white snow falling from the sky became thicker and thicker, as if they wanted to cover everything under a thick white quilt.

Even though there was snow in the sky, even if it was in such a quiet place in the cold garden, even if the surrounding temperature was nearly ten degrees below zero, Miss Wei Mingzhu still felt depressed and hot.

Although she was born in a wealthy family in Southeast Asia like Huang Huilan, the Wei family is a big deal compared to the Huang family, the richest man in Southeast Asia. She is not as popular as Huang Huilan. Her father is a traditional Chinese master and pays more attention to the sons who can pass on the family line. So her situation is really a bit embarrassing than the wife of the minister who is favored by Huang Zhonghan.

Fortunately, because the Wei family's whole family believed in Christianity, she followed her elder sister Wei Mingniang to Europa to open her eyes. This was naturally a good opportunity for Miss Wei to get rid of the feudal family that made her feel depressed, and she really wanted to find a good man with similar interests.

No matter how much Miss Wei Mingzhu yearns for revolution, she cannot escape the dual influence of traditional Chinese education and Christian church she has received since childhood. In her heart, she still takes it for granted that women always want to get married, and she is already twenty-three this year. In this year, no matter how East and West, she is considered an unmarried young woman.

Why can’t I marry a great hero and revolutionary like Mr. Jingwei like Sister Bingru?

She was upset and couldn't help but chant: "Is it safe after parting? Then we met, everything was desolate and we couldn't bear to look back. The country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and we could not bear to suffer this life! It added to the sorrow of separation. The heart was like yesterday, and I always joined hands every night. I had blood to tell you..."

Suddenly, a clear and thick baritone continued: "Tear marks are stained with clouds and papers. I lean on the cold quilt and read them carefully. The remaining lamp is like beans. I will leave this life to the end of my life, and I will make my old friend feel ashamed of wearing it but my head is as old as before. I know it is not easy to travel through the river. I hope that the lonely soul will harbor the front and back of the car. My intestines are broken, and it is difficult to sing again!"

I heard the male voice say slowly: "When it comes to poetry, Wang Zhaoming has also been to everyone in this world. This lame "He Xinlang" is really well written, but unfortunately..."

Wei Mingzhu was inevitably a little angry when she heard this, so she turned around and looked at the person who spoke with anger. She saw a tall figure walking through the snow, step by step from the deep darkness.

The light near the man first hit the man's feet. It was a pair of high-end leather shoes with high quality. Although there was some snow on it, it was still visible to people. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary product.

Then there were exquisitely crafted dresses and coats, and a high top hat. The shadow on the edge of the top hat just covered the man's face.

Somehow, Miss Wei, who had only heard the sound and didn't even see the other person, was beating her heart, as if she was about to jump out of her throat the next moment, and that scolding was frozen in her mouth.

She also felt a little strange in her heart. Why did I conclude that this person was a handsome guy without even seeing his face?

Of course, she would not notice that the two maids behind her were in a strange state like her.

Oh, the charm value of 18 points is still too high. This girl and the two Servants behind her were so impressed by herself?

Our Master Yuan smiled bitterly and adjusted his charm value back to 16 points.

Because he was late, there was no parking space at the main entrance, so Zhuang Kunlun had to park his car next to the garden. Yuan Yanshu had followed Luo Puxiang to the Consulate General several times before and knew there was a side gate. So he walked through the garden to take a shortcut. Unexpectedly, he met a tall and graceful woman chanting poems in the snow.

With such an opportunity to show off, he would have let down the Master Ball System if he didn't pretend.

"Well..." Miss Wei Mingzhu came to her senses and blurted out in a hurry, speaking quickly and in a hurry: "What a pity? What a pity for a hero like Mr. Jingwei? And..."

"You are so rude, how can you call someone by your name?!"

As soon as she said that, she regretted it. Now she saw the true face of this man, and there is only one word to describe this man's face, that is "handsome"!

She couldn't help but feel ashamed and anxious. Should she act like a real lady in front of such a handsome guy?

Yuan Yan suddenly thought to himself, am I rude? Other time travelers can't even tell the difference between the names and names. When they see Xiao Liuzi, they call him Young Marshal. However... this girl is quite beautiful. And the clothes she wears look like she knows whether it is rich or noble.

He couldn't help but feel aroused in his heart. Could it be that this woman is the Mingzhu of Wei?

Well, this name seems to have no fate with me. How can a neoclassical liberal master like me be related to Mingzhu? It's not right. I don't necessarily marry a woman named Persimmon Oil as my wife.

Since this girl is stupid in her faith in religion, she even regards the useless man like Wang Jingwei who often gets into her mind as her idol, then she is not polite.

"Haha..." He chuckled and said indifferently: "What's wrong with calling him Wang Zhaoming? What about my old man Sun Wen?"

"You..." Wei Mingzhu was really angry when she heard this. She admired Wang Jingwei, so she naturally admired his "old man" even more... Well, the revolutionary mentor Iron Fist is invincible.

Even if you are so handsome, you can't look down on revolutionaries so much.

She couldn't help but say, "Can you call Mr. Zhongshan's name? Are you... a royalist who follows Mr. Nanhai?"

Not to mention, Miss Wei Mingzhu's experience is extensive, and she can actually know that there are still remnants of the Qing Dynasty in the United States. That is, the Imperial Constitutional Council established by Kang Youwei in New York in 1907, and it is called the Constitutional Council of the Chinese Empire. Article 3 of the organization's constitution clearly states: "This association is to respect the imperial family."

Of course, after a gunshot was heard in front of the Yellow Crane Tower, the Democratic Party and President Yuan overthrew the Qing Dynasty like a joke, almost all American overseas Chinese defected to the invincible Tongmenghui.

Master Yuan sneered: "Miss, you really love to joke. What is the old fan of Kang Youwei worth following? I have never had the chance to meet him. After seeing him, I have to scold him."

He smiled and said, "There are also Sun Wen, Wang Zhaoming, besides cheating money and talking big, what other major things have he done that benefit the country and the people, which is worthy of my respect?"

For the first time in his life, Wei Mingzhu heard that someone didn't take these three people seriously. Overseas Chinese living in Nanyang, who have been using these names since childhood, and regard them as real heroes.

She couldn't help but look at the man in front of her carefully again to confirm whether this person was crazy.

Well... he really doesn't look like a madman. Even if he is a madman, he is so handsome, so handsome, so handsome.

She turned her head with a red face, but she kept saying unyieldingly: "You are really unreasonable. Mr. Nanhai's thoughts are a little old, but he was also passionate about reform and reform..."

"Hahaha..." Yuan Yan laughed loudly when she heard this, "All of passion? He is not 'I'm laughing at the sky, staying with my liver and gallbladder'. Tan Fusheng, when he encounters something, he runs into the Japanese embassy and sheds blood, what else can he shed? Aunt...well, does he have nosebleed?"

"Hahaha..." He continued to sneer, "Reform and Reform? Without their reformists' instigation, they might not be able to fight in the 18894-1895. What's more, if they want to reform and reform, it is also to prolong the lives of the alien races of the Qing Dynasty. What's the law to change? Which is the new law to maintain?"

Miss Wei Mingzhu didn't know why she really wanted to debate with the other party. Anyway, she couldn't help but retort: ​​"Mr. Nanhai won't say it for now. Then Mr. Zhongshan, Mr. Jingwei and others, as well as members of the Tongmenghui like my father, sacrificed their lives to overthrow the rule of aliens. Do you also don't like this?"

This question happened to touch Yuan Yanshu's itchy point. He said with his hands behind his back: "This lady, as far as we look at it, Sun Tanxiang is a man who does big things and cherishes his own life, and dies of small profits. He talks about big things and does not understand the current affairs. He only calls his leader and has no real achievements. He is just a handover party, colluding with Japan, squandering funds, and cultivating Luo... Cough cough cough cough that kind of tricks, Liang Qichao once said that this generation is a long-distance revolutionary."

"Huang Changsha is indeed kind and courage is commendable. But he claims to be proficient in military affairs, but in fact he is a mess. He is so reckless that he misses others and himself and wastes his comrades. He knows that he is fighting the revolution in the Manchus, and those who don't know think he is clearing out the chaos before helping him. After all these years, he has not died. It can only be said that he is not exhausted."

Huang Changsha is naturally Huang Xing.

"Song Changde's character is quite commendable, but this person does not know the dangers of the world. In the chaotic world, people's hearts are in danger. It is the time when the yellow bell destroys the tiled pot and thunder roar. A gentleman's way of saying goes, the more square the villain is, the more miserable the end. He can't even protect himself, so why are he talking about revolution?"

Song Changde was Song Jiaoren. As for whether he was assassinated by President Yuan or the revolutionary Sun, it is hard to say.

After talking about the three giants of Tongmenghui, Yuan Yan suddenly looked at the angrily little face of the beautiful woman in front of her and decided to leave some room for the other party, so she chuckled: "As for Wang Foshan... Hahaha, it's better not to say it. Anyway, people's hearts will be seen over time."

"Hmph!" Miss Wei Mingzhu had confirmed that this person was a crazy person who was good at making big talk, so she asked angrily: "What about you sir? Who are you?"
Chapter completed!