Chapter 7 remembers you

"Lao San, stop it..." Huang Lao approached with a gloomy expression.

After speaking, he ignored Huang Yihua, continuing to walk towards Chinatown. The others hurriedly followed suit, leaving Huang Yishan behind to hold back Huang Yihua, urging him not to confront his grandfather any further.

As Yan Guang was touching his short hair, Zhang Xingfeng suddenly recalled something.

Subsequently, several other young individuals approached quickly from behind. Among them were both the younger generation of Elder Huang and the younger generation of other elders. However, it was evident that these young people, like Elder Huang's grandson, were quite displeased with Elder Huang's decision to give money to Yan Guang

Certainly, there are sales. Over the years, many people have gone abroad, and some, due to discrimination from foreigners, have cut off their braids. However, braids are not needed abroad, but when they return, they require them. Thus, Shanghai has established specialized shops selling fake braids

Huang Lao stopped upon hearing these words and let out a heavy grunt. "They are going back to their country to open factories and engage in industry. You say I am not giving it to them; then who should this money be given to?" By the time he spoke of who it should be given to, Huang Lao's face was already filled with anger.

"Revolution must always go through failures," Huang Yihua insisted stubbornly

No one understands the prowess of his father, Huang Sheng, better than Huang Yishan. When Huang Yihua and his grandfather called out just now, Huang Yishan's expression changed, fearing that his father would discipline his son.

As he spoke, Huang Yihua walked from beside Huang Lao to face him. "Grandfather, you know I returned from Hong Kong this time to raise funds, to fund the uprising, to support the revolution." Huang Yihua's face even turned red. "When I came back, you told me there was no money, yet just now you gave thirty thousand US dollars to a stranger you have only known for a few months." At this point, he even shouted at Huang Sheng. "Thirty thousand US dollars, one hundred thousand taels! Do you know how many guns this money can buy, how many uprisings it can initiate? Do you know?" "When I came back, you told me there was no money, yet just now you gave thirty thousand US dollars to a stranger you have only known for a few months." At this point, he even shouted at Huang Sheng. "Thirty thousand US dollars, one hundred thousand taels! Do you know how many guns this money can buy, how many uprisings it can initiate? Do you know?"

"I ask you, how many uprisings has the so-called Tongmenghui launched in total?" Just as Huang Yihua was about to answer, Huang Sheng asked another question. "Among the uprisings initiated by the Tongmenghui, how many have been successful?"

Only Huang Yihua and Huang Yishan were unaware that Huang Yihua was not released by Huang Sheng until just before the Railway Protection Movement began. However, it was precisely because of this that Huang Yihua did not sacrifice himself during the Huanghuagang Uprising, becoming one of the seventy-two martyrs. Instead, he collaborated in San Francisco with the subsequently established San Francisco branch of the Tongmenghui, along with Li Shinan, Wen Xiongfei, and others, to conduct fundraising activities. It was only after receiving the news of the failure of the Huanghuagang Uprising that he returned to China

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At the dock, Huang Lao and others, like the Americans who came to see them off, waited until the passenger ship had departed from the port before leaving

However

Thus, Zhang Xingfeng lost the opportunity to ask Yan Guang for an autograph

Father. Huang Yishan responded and stood up.

Looking at the somewhat dazed expression of Yan Guang before me

After speaking, Huang Lao sternly addressed his son behind him. "Third one."

"Yes, Father." Huang Yishan respectfully returned to stand behind Old Huang after retracting his raised leg

Yan Guang also has his unspoken hardships. He had only seen braids in braid performances in his past life, and usually sports a head of short hair. Although he has been in this world for several months, apart from a few Chinese people in Chinatown, the rest are all blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigners. He often thinks about how to make money, so at this moment, how could he possibly remember something like braids

Upon seeing Huang Lao and others gather thirty thousand US dollars to present to Yan Guang, some individuals appeared to disagree, and they also wished to express their dissatisfaction, just as is the case now

After returning behind Huang Lao, Huang Yishan first shot a few fierce glances at Huang Yihua, then signaled with his eyes for Huang Yihua to stop confronting his grandfather.

After returning, lock Yi Hua up and do not allow him to step out of the room, let alone return to Hong Kong to continue participating in that so-called alliance meeting!" He then sternly addressed several young people around him, "You are also not allowed to have any contact with Li Shi-nan, Wen Xiong-fei, and their group, understood?

"Damn it! How do you speak to your grandfather!" Before Huang Lao could respond, Huang Yihua's father, Huang Yishan, rushed in from behind and slapped Huang Yihua hard, knocking him to the ground

Unfortunately, Huang Yihua did not understand his father's heartfelt intentions, still standing there with his neck stiff and face covered, showing no signs of yielding in the slightest

Seeing his father so enraged, Huang Yihua's father quickly signaled to his son. The other young men, sensing the awkward atmosphere, also took a few steps back. However, Huang Yihua seemed oblivious to this and defiantly exclaimed, "It can be donated to the Alliance to support the revolution"

Is that so ... " Yan Guang touched his short hair. " It seems I need to shave my head.

Pfft, it can't possibly be that Yan Guang; it must just be a coincidence that their names are the same. After a chuckle, Zhang Xingfeng continued to imagine the tall and imposing figure of Yan Guang, full of righteousness in his mind

"Could it be? You didn't prepare any braids this time, did you?" Zhang Xingfeng asked in disbelief, and upon seeing Yan Guang's expression of 'you guessed it right,' he couldn't help but smile wryly. "Although the authority of the court has diminished over the years, and the respect for books has declined, some matters still need to be maintained on the surface. You can't just go back like this without any preparation..."

As Huang Yihua stood up, covering his face and stubbornly staring at him, Huang Yishan was about to kick him again, but was stopped by Old Huang.

At this moment, Yan Guang was in a dazed state, and even the chess piece he was about to play as a surprise move fell onto the chessboard.

I remember you, Mr. Yan

At this moment, Yan Guang on the passenger ship was certainly unaware that his involvement had caused internal strife within the Huang family, and that there was even someone he did not know who held a grudge against him

Rest assured, once your grandfather calms down, everything will be fine. Although Huang Yishan does not wish for his son to engage in any revolutionary activities, he still advised Huang Yihua upon seeing his expression. There was no other choice; after all, Huang Yishan only had this one son. If he had more sons, he might have already kicked him out. Sigh, had I known, I wouldn't have spoiled this child so much. How dare he confront his grandfather face to face in public? I can only imagine what hardships he will face next.

"Sigh, you..." Zhang Xingfeng said, pointing at Yan Guang, while continuously sighing. "Well, it's fortunate that the court's control over Shanghai is weak; it doesn't matter much even without a queue. However, if one wishes to venture deeper into the interior, it is still necessary to buy a fake queue to wear."

It is merely ...

"Grandpa Book, why did you give so much money to that person with the surname Yan?" On the way back, a very robust young man hurriedly caught up from behind and expressed his dissatisfaction beside Huang Lao.

However

Uncertain of what his father was thinking, Huang Yihua merely took a breath and nodded

His greatest contribution was to extract some donations from Huang Sheng and Huang Yishan through persistent persuasion, while also bringing back many young Chinese from San Francisco's Chinatown to participate in the revolution.

Speaking of which, could the Yan Guang mentioned in the newspaper be the very person in front of us? When they were in school, Zhang Xingfeng and his classmates held a great admiration for Yan Guang, who had been featured in the newspaper for inventing something every day. Some Chinese students even regarded Yan Guang as an idol, as the pace of inventing something new every day was unmatched even by Edison

"Is there a place in Shanghai that sells fake braids?" Yan Guang quickly asked. This time, he had plans to establish a factory in the mainland upon returning home. If he could only linger in Shanghai, then what was the purpose of his return?

"Unfortunately, from the Guangzhou Uprising until the recent Hekou Uprising, your so-called Tongmenghui has never succeeded. " Huang Lao struck the ground heavily with his cane. "I would rather invest my money in tangible factories than throw it into some revolution to go to waste."