The journey starts from the Titanic

"Well, they escaped from Russia. You know that Russia is now in chaos. A large number of Belarusians are pouring into Shanghai, Harbin and other cities. Some of them are Jews. They want to go to a peaceful and safe place."

Little Kadoorie looked at Lin Yimin expectantly, and a trace of sorrow suddenly surged in his heart. The Chinese in South China established their own country and were no longer bullied, and the fate of the Jews who wandered for thousands of years continued.

The Belarusians who can escape should be the property-owning class or intellectuals, and should be able to bring the scarce capital and technology to South China.

"I think Xintangshan will welcome them, and they will have a bright future." Lin Yimin nodded and exhorted, "But you still have to be cautious. I will be a little worried about people from Russia."

"Yeah. I'll make an idea." Xiao Ka said logically. "By the way, someone seemed to be interested in us a few days ago, and he said that there are things to talk to us."

"Oh? Who?" Lin Yimin couldn't help being interested when he saw Xiao Ka Daoli's serious appearance.

"An old man named Fu Tian seems to be a survivor from the former dynasty." Xiao Jia said reason.

Lin Yimin was a little strange. They had never gotten into a relationship with the bereaved family of the previous dynasty, and wondered why the man named Fu Tian sought Nanhua.

"It's okay to see him." Lin Yimin nodded....

"Sure enough, it's an old widow!" Lin Yimin looked at Fu Tian, ​​who was holding a long braid in front of him, a mandarin jacket and a melon hat, and reacted immediately.

The other party is really old, his back is slightly rickety, his eye sockets are deep, his face is full of wrinkles, as if he is filled with lifelessness.

What surprised Lin Yimin secretly was that the other party's eyes were very calm, as if deep fatigue was hidden. When he closed his eyes, he fell asleep forever, and seemed to see through the world, and then waited comfortably for the last moment of his life.

The old and the young just sat quietly and watched.

After a while, Fu Tian spoke: "Before, I was a little curious about how Han immigrants can create a new world in Nanyang. Now, it seems that I see some answers in you."

"How do you say this?" Lin Yimin asked with a smile.

"Confident and positive, it seems that amazing energy can burst at any time." Fu Tian said lightly.Lin Yimin's self-confidence and calmness are not possessed by many young people now. He has been paying attention to Meihua Company for a long time. The great changes that have taken place in Nanyang in the past year have changed his views on the past.

"Old sir, I wonder if you are looking for us?" Lin Yimin said directly.

Fu Tian pondered for a while and asked, "I heard that you are not good to the Japanese?"

"The Chinese are not good to them." Lin Yimin said, with some doubts in his heart. Why does this old man want to ask?Does he have enemies with the Japanese?

"Oh!" Fu Tian replied, silent, his thoughts seemed to sink again.

Lin Yimin felt impatient, and Fu Tian's misty voice came from his ear: Great chaos and great governance, 500 years of reincarnation.This country is going to be chaotic, and maybe it will be cured, but I can't see it anymore, but I have some regrets in my heart. If you don't talk about it, I will take it to the coffin."

"Old sir, if you have something to say straight." Lin Yimin said sternly, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully to the old man who seemed to be slow in everything.

"I participated in the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895. A lot of people died at the time, but I survived. I was a nobleman and was later entrusted with important tasks, but failed to save the Qing Dynasty.

The New Deal in the late Qing Dynasty, the royal cabinet, and then Xinhai came, Yuan Shikai also got up, struggled, and the last battle was empty. The general trend of the world really cannot be changed by manpower!"

Fu Tian sighed, closing his eyes inadvertently, as if he was caught in the memory of the past.There was a bitter smile on his mouth, I didn't know whether to laugh at others or myself. Doubt was a satire of this world.

It turned out to be the frustrated former dignitaries!Lin Yimin sneered inwardly.What is Fu Tian going to do?Lin Yimin was puzzled, restrained his temper and continued to listen.

"I want to make a deal with you."

"What deal?"

"I want you to help me kill the Japanese!" Fu Tian suddenly opened his eyes and shot a cold light, as if hatred was burning, making Lin Yimin's heart startle.

"Which Japanese? And, how much can you pay!" Lin Yimin asked, hearing that he was going to kill the Japanese, his attitude towards Fu Tian changed a little. He felt that this was a bloody man, at least unlike others. The widows hate the Han people, thinking that the Han people have rebelled and robbed them of their power.

"The more the better, it's best to kill them all!" Fu Tian gritted his teeth, "I will tell you a secret, the secret of the treasure."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in your secret." Lin Yimin refused.

To hate and hate the Japanese does not mean to take radical measures against the other party. Although in his heart he agrees with the idea of ​​this old madman named Fu Tian, ​​this idea is not practical.

"I know your concerns. I only need a promise from you. I hope that when the devil's butcher knife ravages this land in the future, you can make a difference. This is my last thought for this country."

There was a hint of hope in Fu Tian's eyes.

This old guy seemed to have met something, and suddenly confessed his funeral to himself, a stranger, which was really absurd.However, the other party's request is reasonable.

"Why me?" Lin Yimin asked.

"I can't find anyone else, and they are not enough to trust." Fu Tiandao, as if he had identified Lin Yimin.

"Okay! No one can guarantee the future. What is certain is that we will do some things without you." Lin Yimin said with a firm face.

Xindao: This old man might really find a lot of others, right?Perhaps this has something to do with Nanhua's transcendent status.

"Old gentleman, thank you for your trust in us. If you can, you hope to go to Nanyang, but your body..."

"It's okay! My heart is already dead, dead in the dark blue of the Yellow Sea. It's not bad to go and see, but I don't know if the water in the South China Sea is as blue as Dadonggou?"

Fu Tian smiled freely, chatted a few more words with Lin Yimin, and finally left happily.Since then, Lin Yimin never saw this old man again.

The next day, the teenager in school uniform came to find Lin Yimin and handed him a package.

Lin Yimin looked at it, and felt in his heart that if the information provided by Fu Tian was true, Nanhua would have made another huge sum of money.

"Does he have any more words?" Lin Yimin asked the boy.

The young man shook his head and nodded again: "He asked me to follow you and said..."

"What else?"

"You want me to beat the Japanese once at sea!" the boy said.

"Oh! You will have a chance." Lin Yimin looked at the young boy in front of him, "What is your name? Who is he?"

"Chou Tian! He adopted me!" Qiu Tian replied.

"What about him?"

"I don't know! It seems that I am going to the South, and I am told not to find him." Qiu Tian had some sadness in his eyes, as if he had lost the most precious thing.

Lin Yimin looked at Qiu Tian with sympathy, and said softly, "You can follow me for now!"

After a few days, Fu Tian's investigation came to a result. Basically, as the other party said, an old widow from a former dynasty lost all his relatives, and the court that fought for is gone, and only the bottom of his heart is left Hatred.

"Although I don't know why you found me, I won't let you down, and I won't be greedy for a single point, and every single point will be returned to this country in the future."

Lin Yimin set fire to burn the information left by Fu Tian.

The arrival of Fu Tian made Lin Yimin aware of a group of people, the elders of Beijing and Tianjin.They are a group of wealthy people with the funds that Nanhua needs.

Leaving the dirty and quaint Beijing city exuding a thick moldy atmosphere, Lin Yimin went to Tianjin.

"Yimin, I finally look forward to you." Kong Xiangxi pulled Lin Yimin enthusiastically.