A passenger ship with black smoke was docked at Fuzhou Port, and a group of guests got off the boat with salutes.

There was a man wearing a black coat and a top hat on his head, walking at the end of the crowd.

"Mr. Wu, you have been waiting for you." On the edge of the dock, several people quickly met and shook hands with the man heavily.

"Go to your residence first, there are so many people here." The man nodded, then got on the rickshaw that had been prepared long ago with everyone and disappeared at the dock.

The man poked his head out of his bicycle and looked at both sides of the street.

To be honest, Fuzhou was a city that entered modernization earlier in the Qing Dynasty. Since the Opium War, it has officially opened to the public as one of the five people. There are many towering churches in the distance, because religion was an indispensable part of the city when Western civilization settled in this city.

However, under those tall Western-style churches, there are continuous and low houses that look unplanned and have chaotic structures. Moreover, they have not been repaired all year round and are almost unable to accommodate them.

This is a very contradictory city.

A city where poverty and wealth are mixed together.

Most of the shops around are not open, the signs are dilapidated, and they have long lost their popularity.

But only the opium opium restaurant is still lively.

The neatly dressed man stood at the door. When he saw an old customer coming, he quickly opened the curtain and welcomed the person in. There were also some people who were dressed in a shabby manner, so they had to verify the copper plate in their pockets first. If it was okay to pay for the money, they would change to a smile.

If you have no money, you will immediately turn your back and call the thug to blow the person out.

Near almost every tobacco restaurant, you can see many people with pale faces and thin skin and haggard appearances lying in the corner.

Along the way, it was almost shocking.

"Oh, this foreign cigarette is banned, and the local cigarette has started again. When will this end?" On the rickshaw side, a middle-aged man in a jacket sighed and shook his head slightly.

"Does the government care about this?" Mr. Wu looked around and couldn't help frowning.

"Official government? Where do you think these big smokes come from? The government has taken the majority of the profits made by these big smokes." The middle-aged man in the jacket shook his head. Although he was angry, he still couldn't help but lower his voice.

In fact, although the court has shouted the slogan of banning smoking for so many years, the banned foreign cigarettes are all foreign cigarettes, and their attitude towards local cigarettes is relatively ambiguous.

The same is true for the Humen cigarette removal back then.

For the imperial court, compared to the heavy smoke harming the physical fitness of the Chinese people, the more serious behavior is the outflow of silver caused by the invasion of foreign smoke.

Over the years, the imperial court's finances have become increasingly difficult, and government agencies in various places have to find ways to generate income.

Things like Big Smoke that are easy to grow and make and extremely profitable will naturally not be forgotten.

The rickshaw drove along the street, crossing half of Fuzhou City before stopping in front of a mansion.

Under the arrangement of everyone, Mr. Wu entered the mansion.

"Mr. Wu, you asked us to wait. I went to Guangzhou last year to visit you, but I heard that you went abroad and I was not able to meet you." After entering the mansion, everyone felt relaxed and spoke much more casually.

"Guangzhou is not very safe, I went to Japan to avoid the limelight." Mr. Wu took off his hat and took off his coat.

Now Fuzhou is the hottest time. He doesn't feel it at sea, but he gets sweat all over when he gets off the boat.

Mr. Wu is about 34 or 35 years old. He is neither tall nor short. It can be seen that his facial features are pretty good, but his face is a bit round.

With golden silk eyes on the bridge of his nose, he looked a bit like a scholarly literati.

"What are your plans for you to come this time?" asked the middle-aged man in the jacket.

The middle-aged man's surname is Huang and his name is Huang Weixian. He is a local businessman in Fuzhou and is now a member of the Fuzhou Advisory Bureau.

"I heard that Bo Xun founded the Minhu Daily and Minhu Daily in Shanghai, criticizing current affairs and awakening the wisdom of the people. He wanted to follow the example and founded a newspaper in Fuzhou to undertake the two places of Shanghai and Guangzhou." Mr. Wu pushed his glasses and spoke.

"Just founding a magazine?" Huang Weixian asked tentatively.

Mr. Wu nodded and expressed his affirmation.

Huang Weixian couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

...

Mr. Wu, whose name is Wu Tai and whose courtesy name is Shuang'an, is one of the elders of the Tongmenghui.

However, his status in the Tongmenghui is also quite special.

This special thing is not how noble his identity is, but that he is on the verge of various factions.

The Tongmenghui was originally composed of groups such as Huaxinghui and Xingzhonghui. These people were all maintained by the villagers. Wu Tai was neither the Hunanese group of Huang Xing's faction nor the Guangdong team where Sun Sheng was. The people of these two factions were not far from him, and he himself had no idea which faction to join.

In fact, he disagrees with many of these people's ideas.

For example, these people have launched uprisings in various places in recent years, but have not specified a detailed one, two, and three plans. They have only contacted the associations in various places and gathered a group of people, so they directly launched the uprising.

You should know that most of the sects in various places are businessmen and gangs.

These people have too many limitations and too much selfishness. The uprising may be very powerful, but as long as the Qing soldiers recover, they will be quickly extinguished.

Moreover, one of the big drawbacks of these situations is: Who controls the gun?

Although the uprising was led by the Tongmenghui in name, the actual troops were led by the locals, and the army was also full of locals. Even if it was successful by luck, who should control the fruits of victory?

In this case, only local military leaders and warlords will be cultivated.

What he has always insisted on is to train an army that belongs to the party, and to deflate the characteristics of the township party in the soldiers, strengthen the concept of alliances, and then hire foreign instructors to train, so that a strong enough army can be trained.

Only in this way can their speech be powerful and revolution be thorough.

Otherwise, all their actions will completely drag this surviving country into a deadlock of war on all sides, and the sufferings suffered by the people will be infinitely extended.

Unfortunately, there are very few people who respond to his statement.

It’s not that others do not have the foresight in this regard. It’s because the Tongmenghui lacks funds. Even receiving funding from Japan back then, it caused a lot of internal turmoil.

The domestic situation is unexpectedly bad.

The situation of Tongmenghui is far more complicated than that outsiders think.
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