“That’s right, that’s what I admire most about you. How many people can truly achieve the simple word ‘persistence’?” Huang Feihong turned his head and glared at Liang Kuan: “I’m talking about you. You should learn more from your third senior brother.”
Liang Kuan scratched his head and quickly changed the subject, saying, "Why didn't Senior Brother come?"
Huang Feihong explained, "He and Master Yan Zhendong stayed in Foshan to oversee things; they couldn't all come to Guangzhou, the provincial capital."
"Alright, alright, let's catch up when we get back. This area is so lively, Fei Hong, let's go for a stroll."
Aunt Thirteen, holding her camera which was as tall as herself, looked around, clearly choosing a spot to take pictures.
"Alright, it's been a long time since I've been to Guangzhou, let's go shopping together."
Huang Feihong was also quite interested, but Li Boyang could tell that the relationship between Aunt Thirteen and Huang Feihong was much closer than it had been six months ago. It seemed that Aunt Thirteen's plan to soften her was progressing quite well. Poor Liang Kuan still had his heart set on Aunt Thirteen, and it seemed that he had no chance.
Li Boyang led the way, with Huang Feihong, Aunt Thirteen, and Liang Kuan following behind. The group wandered aimlessly through Guangzhou.
"Here it comes! A soup dumpling with meat filling!"
"Ah Niu, bring me a pot of Pu'er tea."
"Old Li, when are you going to pay off that loan?"
"If you don't pay back the money, you'll have to pay back the gambling debts with gambling."
The streets of Guangzhou are very lively; you can hear the sounds of teahouses and restaurants as you walk down the street.
While they were strolling around, Aunt Thirteen suddenly grabbed Wong Fei-hung's arm.
"Feihong, look! It's so lively over there! There are so many people parading through the streets. Look at the signs they're holding—what do they say?"
Huang Feihong's eyes narrowed: "That's not a parade. Come on, Boyang, let's go take a look."
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Chapter 22 The White Lotus Sect in Guangzhou (Part 1)
"Tsarist Russia will return Ili."
"Oppose the court's weakness towards Russia."
"Oppose Japan's occupation of Ryukyu."
"Immediately send troops to teach Japan a lesson."
It was shocking to see young students marching through the streets in protest, holding up a long banner with words written in blood, accompanied by an angry roar every two steps.
"Fourth brother, where is Ryukyu? Is it our territory?"
"Ryukyu, you can tell from the name that it's by the sea."
"Then why would Japan need our help to attack them?"
"How would I know?"
"The provincial capital is in chaos right now, how can it possibly care about other places?"
"Let's go have some tea, let's go have some tea, how boring."
The onlookers followed the protesting students closely, discussing the blood-written message on the banner.
"snort."
Huang Feihong stared at the blood-stained characters on the banner, his jaw clenched, and his grip on the bamboo fan tightened.
"Click".
"Look, look, this kind of court is simply heartbreaking."
The bamboo fan couldn't withstand Huang Feihong's grip and broke in two, scattering across the ground. Huang Feihong angrily said:
"This is utterly a disgrace to the nation. The officials in the court are all useless. Every inch of this beautiful land was won by our ancestors through bloody battles. Now we have won the war but can't get Yili back. The Ryukyu Kingdom has been our vassal state since ancient times, and now even a small country like Japan dares to bully us."
Li Boyang could only respond with a wry smile. Hadn't the Qing court done this kind of thing countless times? Ultimately, it was the gentry class that was short-sighted, only knowing how to focus on the domestic market, but not how to look at the world.
"Listen up, everyone! The White Lotus Sect is holding a ceremony in front of the telegraph office. Come and take a look!"
"Oh dear, go and light some incense for good luck."
"Niu Li, watch the shop, I need to go and burn incense."
Just as I was thinking of what to say, the crowd that had been watching the students protesting in the streets suddenly scattered and ran towards the Guangzhou Telegraph Office, which was not far away.
"Feihong, hurry up, let's go and take a look too."
Seeing everyone rushing towards the telegraph office, Aunt Thirteen grabbed her camera and followed, reminding Wong Fei-hung, but she didn't notice that Li Boyang's face turned ugly after hearing the words "White Lotus Sect."
Huang Feihong looked at Li Boyang with confusion, and seeing that Aunt Thirteen was running far away, he said, "Let's go and see what's going on."
The group arrived at the telegraph office and saw dozens of government constables blocking the entrance, each armed with a musket, protecting the office. However, their muskets did not intimidate them; instead, fear was written all over their eyes, and they kept shouting:
"spread."
"Scatter for us."
“The telegraph office is a restricted area; gatherings and disturbances are strictly prohibited.”
Meanwhile, outside the telegraph office, followers of the White Lotus sect, carrying baskets filled with stones, hurled them at the office, completely disregarding the muskets in the hands of the constables, while continuing to hurl insults.
“The officers and soldiers are the lackeys of the foreigners, let’s throw them to their deaths.”