But anyway, it's indeed a good place to take action, because this jìguǎn called Qingyun Pavilion is actually Fat Master Rong's own business. After Ma San and others carefully observed, whenever Fat Master Rong entered the Qingyun Pavilion, his brothers who followed him would also go drink flower wine. After all, they were members of a gang, and their discipline was only so strong. And Fat Master Rong was very generous, covering all the expenses for these brothers, which was also one of his ways to win people over.

  But none of that matters, what's important is that at this time, Fei Lao Rong's defense power is almost zero. What else is there to hesitate about, let's do it.

  It's worth mentioning that although the concession rules stipulated that China's armed forces were not allowed to carry weapons into the concession, Zhao Dongsheng and others brought guns in because they weren't wearing military uniforms.

  That day, the sky had already darkened, and Fei Zuo Rong's group arrived at Qingyun Pavilion. Fei Zuo Rong was a coarse man, he wasn't interested in listening to music or drinking tea, so he directly called for two fat girls and went upstairs. In the flower hall, Ma San was sipping his tea mouthful by mouthful, staring intently at Fei Zuo Rong who was fondling the fat girl's body up and down until they entered the room.

  After a while, Zhao Dongsheng brought four people in, Ma San hurriedly stood up: "Zhao Ge is here, mom, my expected guest has arrived, why not arrange for the girl to go upstairs and serve?"

  Ma San's arranged room was also on the second floor, and it just so happened that he had to pass by the door of the room where Fei Laorong entered. It could be said that Fei Laorong himself was to blame for his own death, as there wasn't even a guard at the door. For someone like this, killing him wouldn't bring any sense of accomplishment, thought Zhao Dongsheng with no malice.

  The girls were sent ahead to wait in their rooms. Ma San and the others deliberately drank a cup of wine downstairs before going upstairs.

  Before leaving, Wang Zhenyu found Zhao Dongsheng and only told him that for the sake of the Ninth Brigade's tomorrow, today's action must be successful.

  Zhao Dongsheng's brain is not working well, no matter, the most important thing is not here, but in his absolute obedience and worship to Wang Zhenyu. In his opinion, whatever General says must be right, don't ask or think, just resolutely execute it.

  Six people soon arrived at the door of Fei Zongrong's room, where the sounds of men and women laughing and playing together were already clearly audible. Everyone's footsteps slowed down, and at this moment, Zhao Dongsheng suddenly lifted one leg and kicked open the door of the room.

  Six people rushed in all at once, and almost simultaneously, they pulled out shotguns from their bosoms.

  Fat Rong was exerting himself on a fat girl when the door was kicked open and a group of people rushed in, he immediately knew something was wrong.

  "After all, he's an old hand, and he knows that today's events can't end well. He makes an effort to calm himself down: 'Brother, where are you from? What do you want? Just say it, don't mess around.'"

  "What a pity."

  Then came the sound of gunfire, a full five bullets, all hitting Fei Lao Rong's chest. The two stupidly sat on the bed, Fei Niang saw Fei Lao Rong's blood splattering everywhere and was suddenly frightened, screaming loudly. Zhao Dongsheng didn't care about that, he wasn't interested in indiscriminate killing, he just walked to the bedside, expressionless, and shot another bullet at Fei Lao Rong's head, who was still struggling to breathe. This time Fei Lao Rong was thoroughly dead, Ma San standing beside him was frightened into stupidity by this terrifying bloody scene.

  Zhao Dongsheng didn't care about all that, kicked him and said: "Leave".

  With the weapon in hand, two insolent thugs were shot dead, and six people successfully escaped under Ma San's lead.

  Fei Lao Rong died, and he died on the bed of Qingyun Pavilion, adding a beautiful color to that exciting history of Shanghai; also giving people another topic to talk about after dinner.

  Next, at Huang Gongguan, Du Yuesheng reported the matter of Jin Yongtai's dock to Huang Jinyong. He basically told the truth, but omitted Wang Zhenyu's identity. As expected, Huang Jinyong scolded Du Yuesheng a few times, but did not blame him and even said with satisfaction: "Fei Laorong has been arrogant for a lifetime, I didn't expect to be killed so easily, haha, so it's better to be low-key when doing things. Yuesheng, don't do this in the future, Jianghu has its own rules, don't kill people at will. This time Fei Laorong broke the rules first, so I won't blame you. As for that arms deal you mentioned, I won't participate either, just give a share to the gang as usual."

  Du Yuesheng finally let out a sigh of relief. Since Old Man Huang was willing to make things easy for him, the matter could be considered settled. He hastily nodded in agreement.

  The Jin Yongtai Wharf incident was thus resolved, and Du Yuesheng's power began to take shape. In any case, with the financial support of his sworn brother Wang Zhenyu, Du Yuesheng now had money, people, and a foothold. At this point in Shanghai, the name Du Yuesheng had truly risen to prominence, and when people mentioned him, they no longer called him Mr. Du, but rather Boss Du.

  The last stop of the Shanghai trip was the Public Concession, where Du Yuesheng and Liu Hongsheng accompanied Wang Zhenyu, Ye Zuwen and others to take a tram ride. Even Ma Xicheng, who had been silent all along, got on the car and said three nice words, not to mention how excited Zhao Dongsheng was.

  The arms deal, Wang Zhenyu told Du Yueshang to wait for news, but in fact, he had been busy for half a day and still hadn't met the owner Huang Xingda. And that batch of arms he planned to sell was still in the hands of the so-called 300,000-strong army in Nanjing!

  Finally, Du Yuesheng specially invited Wang Zhenyu and others to have a dinner of Shanghai's famous hairy crabs. Although everyone was very happy eating them, to be honest, Wang Zhenyu, who was having hairy crab for the first time, felt that it tasted ordinary, not living up to its reputation.

  "It's all right, big brother, don't see me off any further. Besides, we are brothers, lifelong brothers. There's no need to say thanks." Wang Zhenyu was seen off by Du Yuesheng all the way to the train station and still didn't forget to crack a joke.

  After bidding farewell to Du Yuesheng and others, Wang Zhenyu decided to return to Nanjing. After completing the transfer of 2 million yuan, Ye Zuowen also returned to Wuhan to continue managing the business of Ye's Trade.

  Time flew to the beginning of March, and the Nanjing temporary government's army department directly became a garrison command. Huang Xing also changed from being the head of the army department to being the garrison commander. He finally found time to meet with Wang Zhenyu, who had been waiting for almost a month.

  Huang Xing had long lost the vigor and momentum he had when he was first appointed as the Minister of the Army, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe him as being at his wit's end.

  Looking back, the Xinhai Revolution was a completely unplanned revolution for the Tongmenghui. The initiators were peripheral organizations of the Tongmenghui, and their sudden launch and rapid victory did not give the entire Tongmenghui any time to make any preparations.

  But tens of thousands of troops and half of China's financial needs require a lot of real gold and silver to support.

  Sun Yat-sen, known as Sun the Big Gun by northerners, ultimately failed to borrow a single cent from foreigners who were said to be enthusiastic about democracy, so all he could bring back was revolutionary spirit.

  The wealthy elite in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces inherited the good tradition of the Donglin Party at the end of the Ming Dynasty. They were unwilling to take out their own huge sums of money to support so-called revolutions. Grand theories are all empty to them, from the time of the Ming Dynasty they and the Jews have been the most qualified unscrupulous businessmen in this world, always thinking about getting the greatest returns with the smallest investment without taking on any social responsibility. If it can be said that the Jews still had some justification because they did not get corresponding political status, then the Jiangsu and Zhejiang groups who relied on imperial examinations to monopolize the scholar-official class of the Ming Dynasty were truly despicable. Now their despicable bloodline has been passed down, after getting all sorts of promises from Yuan Shikai, they unhesitatingly abandoned the Nanjing Provisional Government.

  After all, using their own property to fill the huge bottomless pit in Nanjing was against their family's ancestral teachings. But it is unknown whether they regretted what they did in the first year of the Republic when various warlords saw them as ATMs, repeatedly extorting and blackmailing them, forcing them to flee to the Shanghai Concession. Perhaps they would think that if they had known today, they would have spent a bit more money to help Sun's big gun overthrow Yuan Shikai's Beiyang "Nèi Yī Zǔ Tè" (Shanghai dialect: get rid of) and it would have been fine. Anyway, the people from Zhejiang paid the bills, those from Guangdong staged revolutions, and those from Hunan fought battles; paying with money was better than shedding blood.

  History is so ironic. The higher the social status, the more wealth one has, the greater the likelihood of being nearsighted. The reason is simple: because they wear shoes.

  If the betrayal of the Jiangsu-Zhejiang financial group was only one factor in the ultimate failure of the Xinhai Revolution, then what was even more fatal was the wait-and-see attitude of various provinces. After some comrades from individual provinces got their hands on power, they even had the idea of dividing up the territory, and when you asked them to hand over money to the Nanjing Central Government, they would immediately send a stack of begging documents, crying and shouting.

  One shot of the cannon, ten thousand taels of gold. The Nanjing provisional government, which had already gone bankrupt financially, could not possibly organize the Northern Expedition, and they could only agree to let Yuan Shikai, who was able to borrow money from the foreign powers, take over as the provisional president.

  In this way, although in Hankou, because Wang Zhenyu launched a surprise attack and turned the tide of battle. However, since military affairs are ultimately serving politics, and politics is determined by economics. Therefore, the inertia of history played a huge role at this time, and everything returned to its predetermined track.

  Putting all these aside, Wang Zhenyu finally met Huang Xing, who had a frown on his face and was feeling depressed.

  Although what is now most distressing to Huang Xing is the revolutionary army that was originally used for the Northern Expedition, he is still very pleased that Wang Zhenyu can come and obey his orders, running thousands of miles from Hubei to Nanjing.

  After motivating Wang Zhenyu with a few simple words, Huang Xing told Wang Zhenyu that he would go to Shanghai for fundraising immediately. The 9th Brigade was temporarily assigned to the Nanjing Garrison Command, and material allocation took priority, while military pay could only be delayed again.

  The entire meeting lasted less than five minutes, and Wang Zhenyu retreated. The time was so short that the various departments were dismissed, and the matter of selling military supplies naturally had no way to be mentioned, and his mood was somewhat depressed.

  Just as I was about to go back and watch the latest field combat tactics training and scout selection assessment, I heard an angry roar as soon as I walked to the first floor.