Yang Yongtai really got angry, Wang Zhenyu smiled and said: "I know Brother Chang's character, but I have a few words to say directly, I don't know if Brother Chang is willing to listen."

  Yang Yongtai only then remembered that he had a task at hand this time, and just now was actually provoked by this young man who was more than ten years younger than himself. It seems that his ability to cultivate his temperament is still lacking. He made an effort to control his emotions and forced out a smile that was even uglier than crying: "I will listen carefully to Commander Yu, please speak freely."

  Wang Zhenyu said in a low voice, "Although Brother Changqing is young, but in my opinion, China's next ten years will be chaotic and confusing. Whether it's the approach of Mr. Yuan or that of Mr. Sun, neither can change the current situation. If we really want to achieve something, we must take a different path."

  Yang Yongtai heard such a view for the first time, and he curiously asked: "Why can't Mr. Yuan and Mr. Sun's set of things work? Please ask Commander Yu to explain, I don't quite understand."

  "Hehe, the law is not transmitted to six ears. Let's go down to the guest room and discuss it in detail. Yu Ting ah, give me and Director Yang a cup of Pu'er tea each." After finishing speaking, he pulled Yang Yongtai downstairs.

  Wang Zhenyu and Yang Yongtai sat down in the spacious room, much larger than the others. Wang Zhenyu smiled and said, "Before we talk, I have a request for you, Brother Chang."

  "Can you say" Yang Yongtai is a good temper

  "Brother Chang's abilities I have seen, it's just that the people he met were not right and he couldn't achieve his ambitions. As for Wang Mou, there are no other requirements, only what Wang Mou said today, if in the future there is no mistake, please Brother Chang put aside other things and come to help me, Wang Mou will definitely treat him as a national scholar and absolutely keep his word. I hope Brother Chang won't decline." Wang Zhenyu said very sincerely.

  Yang Yongtai thought for half a day and didn't expect Wang Zhenyu to make such a request. As a Guangdong native, although he was from the same hometown as Mr. Sun, he had not been reused within the Kuomintang and was unknown in this Republican political arena. However, looking at Wang Zhenyu's appearance, he seemed sincere in his invitation. Yang Yongtai felt a surge of emotion in his heart and naturally agreed: "Thank you for your kindness, General Yu. If we are indeed destined to meet, I, Yang, will do my best to repay your kindness today."

  "Haha, I've said too much. Let's just say that in the future, Wen will definitely be looking for you. But anyway, let's talk about China's situation."

  Yang Yongtai nodded seriously and leaned forward slightly, with an expression of rapt attention.

  "Let's talk about our President Yuan first. You see, Old Yuan has won the war against Mr. Sun and with my help and that of Old Cai from Yunnan, he has entered Beijing, seemingly completing national unification. But it's precisely at this moment when his power is at its peak that I dare say the good days of the Beiyang government are coming to an end."

  At this time, Zhao Yuting brought in the freshly brewed Pu'er tea and Wang Zhenyu didn't have much to say. He picked up one of the cups, took a sip, and continued: "The Beiyang government is doomed to perish. They don't have lofty political beliefs or clear development goals, nor do they have organizational discipline. What they have are clichés about getting rich and powerful, small calculations for personal gain, and remnants of the old Qing dynasty's bureaucratic system. The Qing dynasty was a huge feudal empire that relied on dependent relationships. Now that the emperor is gone, Yuan Shikai can no longer maintain these dependent relationships. Look at how Feng Guozhang and others behaved in Nanjing towards Old Yuan - they were secretly disobedient while pretending to obey. And look at Old Yuan himself - what political goals or ideas can he come up with to rectify the entire Beiyang government? All he can do is sacrifice national and ethnic interests to appease foreign powers in exchange for their support; domestically, he resorts to tricks like bribery, assassination, and division. The result is only superficial unity and stability. In my opinion, their current strength is just the last remnants of the Qing dynasty's power. Their ultimate fate in China will be to disappear from the political stage. Why do you think Japan is betting on both sides? On one hand, they lend money to Yuan Shikai to suppress revolution; on the other hand, they accept Sun Yat-sen through the Black Dragon Society and provide him with funds and weapons for revolution. This actually represents the attitude of foreign powers - all they want is for China to maintain relative stability that benefits their interests in China, rather than allowing China to become rich and unified. So, our President Yuan can try whatever he wants, but under these circumstances, it's hard to achieve anything. The only outcome left for Beiyang is one word: death."

  Yang Yongtai was stunned. If at first, when he received this task, Wang Zhenyu's impression in his mind was still a rough and unrefined martial artist, now he is an extraordinary great figure with both bravery and strategy, with a profound vision, rarely seen in the world.

  "Yu Shuai, what you said is quite right. As for Beiyang, roughly how long can it hold on? Have you ever thought about it?"

  Wang Zhenyu smiled and said, "Brother Chang, this is a major dead end. President Yuan will find that his former subordinates are becoming more and more disobedient, so he must reform the current political situation. Either the military will be nationalized and thoroughly follow the constitutional path, expanding the Beijing government's foundation of governance, thereby slowly reversing the unfavorable situation from an institutional perspective. However, playing it this way is essentially no different from being eliminated by the Beiyang clique. I estimate that Old Yuan won't take this road. So, he can only choose another new path. If the new path doesn't work, he can only go back to the old path. Let's see if it's the restoration of the Qing emperor or Old Yuan himself becoming the emperor. Once he takes this path, I can guarantee that Old Yuan's death is near. And once Old Yuan dies, the Beiyang clique will thoroughly disperse. Next comes what we Chinese people are best at - internal strife. After the Beiyang clique exhausts its power and loses the hearts of the people, new forces will rise to take their place."

  Jian Wang Zhenyu still wanted to save face and didn't dare say too much, but this was already enough to shock Yang Yongtai to his core.

  "Will Mr. Sun and the KMT be the emerging forces?"

  "Haha, Brother Chang, our Mr. Sun is playing with the idea of rebellion, but what's his concept of rebellion? It's just those eight characters we shouted during the Hubei uprising against the Qing army: 'Expel the Tartars and restore China.' If you put it in Western terms, that's nationalism, or even the narrowest kind of Manchu-ism. But all these have become history, outdated. That's why this time's second revolution failed so quickly. How many southern gentry, rich men, and famous people supported the anti-Yuan army with money and effort? I can say basically none. Why is the Nationalist Party unqualified as a political party? Like the Beiyang government, it lacks attractive political ideals, clear development goals, organizational discipline, and even central authority. The only difference is that they don't have a central figure to rally around. At this time, relying on just two slogans - 'Protect the provisional constitution' and 'Oppose dictatorship' - won't be enough to mobilize people to rebel against the Beiyang government. Except for those who are not clever or have no property, nobody will follow you. The times are progressing, if Mr. Sun continues to stick to his old anti-Manchu ideas, he might still be drinking sake in Japan's Black Dragon Society, counting down the days until President Yuan dies."

  Yang Yongtai seemed to have heard a different meaning: "Then if President Yuan dies, can Mr. Sun become the number one political figure in our China?"

  Wang Zhenyu thought that in fact, Sun Yat-sen never became the real No. 1 throughout history. At most, he was a spiritual leader of the people, and this was still based on the fact that he had not been in power. If this old man were to come into power, perhaps his name would be ahead of Yuan Shikai's on the list of national traitors. Haha, Wang Zhenyu himself became too extreme again. He quickly turned his thoughts around and clarified his current goal, which was not to boast but to deceive. He had to work hard to deceive this living fossil, Kong Ming, into joining his revolutionary camp. After that, his life would probably become easier.

  "I still admire Mr. Chang's character, after all, he has been through life and death for the revolution for over a decade, which is not something we can compare to. However, I have some unpleasant words to say, if you don't acknowledge them, just pretend I didn't say anything."

  Yang Yongtai's eyes changed as he looked at Wang Zhenyu, and he nodded without hesitation.

  "Mr. Sun and the Nationalist Party's biggest weakness is that they don't have a revolutionary armed force with fighting power and discipline, or to put it another way, the armed forces under his name are not as loyal to him as the Northern warlords were to Yuan Shikai. In this situation, Mr. Sun being called 'Sun the Big Cannon' by Northerners is only natural. As far as I know, this time's reorganization of the Nationalist Party in Japan was also unsuccessful, even our Hunanese Peng Pai disagreed and left after refusing to sign his name. In reality, playing politics with methods like those of the Black Dragon Society is a failure in itself. So currently, such a Nationalist Party cannot shoulder the responsibility of overthrowing the Northern warlord forces led by Yuan Shikai. I can even say that if the Nationalist Party does not reform, it will be unable to put forward a political ideology and goals that conform to the current changes and needs of Chinese society, so in the future, the new rising force that replaces the Northern warlords will definitely not be them."

  "By the way, Brother Changqing, I have established a National Socialist Party in Anjiang and we have already started trying out some things. If you're interested, we can exchange ideas." Looking at Yang Yongtai's daze, Wang Zhenyu added another sentence, then picked up his teacup and took a big gulp.

  Yang Yongtai was apparently stunned by Wang Zhenyu's analysis and didn't notice the sentence behind.

  After a long time, Yang Yongtai finally came back to his senses: "So, General Yu, what is the direction of our country's social change and what is needed now?"

  "Land" Wang Zhenyu replied without hesitation