"Criticizing, throwing dirty water, leading ignorant people, and smearing a person's reputation."

This method is really very familiar.

Yang Lin smiled instead of getting angry.

"Let them go, I don't rely on fame anyway.

Could it be that smearing my image can cover up the shame of being defeated by me and beaten to the point where I dare not show my face?

The more this happens, the more afraid they are."

That's what it says.

He still felt very uncomfortable.

Who doesn’t want to be a great hero?

It took so much effort, it took so much energy, it was both a challenger and a disciple...

As a result, he became the biggest demon in Shanghai. Speaking of which, he didn’t even know who to complain to.

"That won't work. I'm going to ask and find out who is behind it?"

Nong Jinsun was the first to express that he couldn't bear it.

When the Jingwu Sports Association was first established to promote Huo Yuanjia, there were certainly people behind it to build momentum.

Otherwise, a martial artist, no matter how good he is in fighting, has little relevance to ordinary people.

They don't even have enough to eat and are busy trying to make ends meet every day.

Naturally, what I care about is firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Who cares about the defeat of foreigners and the rise of the Chinese and the rise and fall of these nations?

Therefore, this result occurred because Nong Jinsun and the forces behind him were working hard to create an image of a national hero to inspire people.

Although there was some resistance, with compromise from all parties, it was finally done.

Now, the situation is somewhat different.

Yang Lin, the new Grand Master, does not have such a deep relationship network.

The connection with Tongxinhui is also not very close.

At first, there was not full support.

When the news spread after the competition, it was just spread by the disciples of Jingwu Sect spontaneously and following the old rules.

When encountering irresistible resistance, the situation will suddenly change.

From the newspapers to the public, to the common people, to the teahouses and taverns, everything has changed. It is impossible for just one family to be behind the scenes.

Shanghai newspapers are very complicated.

Some are run by the British, some are run by the French, and some are run by private patriotic businessmen.

As long as the Japanese or the top leaders of Britain and France are slightly biased, they can only see whatever news they want to see for the people.

What makes Nong Jinsun angry is...

Chen Zimei, or the senior officials of the Tongxing Association, did not inform him of such a big matter in advance.

Just let something so ridiculous happen.

Among them, there must be unknown compromises and exchanges.

It's very chilling.

"By the way, is your uncle also a high-ranking member of the Qing Gang?"

Yang Lin suddenly spoke and looked at Chen Feiyan.

"Yes, but unlike Zhang Yulin and others, he basically does not participate in any business that is harmful to nature.

We just contact various chambers of commerce, balance the relationship between all walks of life, fully support Mr. Sun’s great cause, and increase the chance of winning the uprising.”

The Qing Gang has a long history, lasting for more than a hundred years. It was originally from the lowest level of society and involved in all walks of life.

Especially those who are bitter, most of them will join gangs in order to protect themselves.

Moreover, a few years ago, they still had beliefs and were inseparable from the Wenxiang religion.

Such a complex gang cannot be controlled by one or two people, and there are many factions within it.

There were those who were pure and sincere and had good intentions for their family and country, while there were also those who rebelled against the Qing government and wanted to stand on their own feet.

Of course, the most common ones are the evil gangs who harm the people and suck blood to enrich themselves.

"I see."

Yang Lin roughly sorted out his thinking and knew why this situation happened.

The Qing Gang, or the faction controlled by Zhang Yulin, has truly gained the upper hand.

There are too many people under his command, and when they are mobilized, it is like Mount Tai overwhelming them.

Only they can have such great energy and quickly control the lower class people in Shanghai.

Those local snakes are not good at anything else, but they are good at bullying ordinary people.

What they want the storyteller to say is what the other party must say.

No one can ignore the threat of killing the entire family.

After all, Yang Lin is just a newly rising martial arts hero, and there is no problem in just passing the time with gossip.

No one else would dare risk his own life for this invincible martial arts hero.

They may be under pressure from the Japanese, or they may be acting on their own initiative and want to take revenge on themselves.

It is more likely that it was under the instigation of Britain and France.

No matter what the reason is.

The goal you want to achieve is actually very simple.

The first is to smear the reputation, and then to split internally.

Let yourself be a loner.

Reputation is important even if it is important. Of course it is not worth mentioning if it is not important.

But, isn't there a saying that says, "If you are in good faith, you will get many help, but if you are in bad faith, there will be little help."

What if you were alone in Shanghai, with no one to help you and no one to use?

Whether it is yourself or your family, it will be much easier to deal with.

If this happens, the other party may take action next.

…

In the middle of silence.

There was an exclamation from the gate.

"Seventh Junior Sister, Eighth Junior Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"Who did it? Are the Japanese coming again?"

"Fifth Senior Brother, why are you back?"

With a crash, a large group of disciples surrounded him.

Yang Lin turned around and looked, his heart skipping a beat.

The person who was carried in by several disciples was none other than her fourth sister, Yang Ying.

Not far from her, Xiao Hui also had a pale face, dripping with sweat all over her body, and there was still unwiped blood at the corner of her mouth.

He was being supported by a female disciple and walked in.

Behind them was a muscular young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a short haircut, wearing a close-fitting student uniform, and carrying a box.

I have never seen this man before, but he walks with the pace of a dragon and a tiger, very impressive.

As soon as he entered the Jingwu Sect, he hurriedly said hello: "Where is the master? Is the master okay? I heard that he was plotted by that treacherous villain Yang Lin, and was injured and bedridden. He even took away his position as the leader of the Jingwu Sect.

Go, I rushed back overnight."

On his left arm, a delicate girl in a kimono held her arm timidly, fearing that someone would hit her.

"Chen Zhen, what are you talking about? Master Yang will be your mentor from now on, so respect him."

But it was Huo Yuanjia who heard the noise and came out.

His face looked much better now.

Although it still looks a little sallow, it has some color, and I don't have to cough every step of the way when I walk.

The biological poison of the Japanese is indeed powerful, but that is only because Huo Yuanjia is unprepared.

In fact, due to the need to secretly administer the poison, control the dose, and control the time of onset of the poison, the poison in his body was not very violent.
To be continued...