The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 325 Major Events (7)
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Beijing time, nine o'clock in the morning.
Beijing, Prime Minister Hutong.
Located in the central part of Xuanwu District, Chengxiang Hutong stretches from Luomashi Street in the north to Nanheng West Street in the south. Its origins can be traced back to the Great Jin Dynasty, the self-proclaimed ancestor of the Qing Dynasty.
By the time of my great-grandfather, rope-weaving craftsmen from the capital gathered here, so it was called "Rope-weaving Hutong".
In order to get a good reputation, people spread the rumor and called it "Prime Minister Hutong". During the Republic of China period, it became the official place name.
Lu Xun, who was as famous as Hongjian, even wrote an article opposing the use of names to judge whether something is auspicious or ominous. He criticized the relevant authorities for changing Shengjiang Hutong to Chengxiang Hutong as frivolous.
It's no wonder that many famous people have lived here, such as Zeng Guofan, Zuo Zongtang, Li Dazhao, Qiu Jin, Gong Zizhen, Cai Yuanpei, etc.
Of course, the new China could not use the "feudal" name of Chengxiang Hutong, so it was renamed Caishikou Hutong. By the end of the 20th century, this place became Caishikou Street.
That’s right, this alley is close to Caishikou, where criminals were executed.
There is a newspaper company in Chengxiang Hutong today, which is the famous "Morning Post".
Li Dazhao, one of the founders of the Chinese Communist Party, founded the Morning In September 1918, it was shut down for publishing news about the government's loan to Japan, known as the "Nishihara Loan." In December of the same year, the newspaper was renamed the Morning Post and resumed publication.
This newspaper was one of the official newspapers of the "Research Faction", a political faction led by Liang Sicheng's father Liang Qichao, and was also the official newspaper of the Progressive Party founded by Liang Qichao.
The Morning Post Supplement was even more famous and was one of the "four major supplements" at the time.
By the way, the "Research Department" has magazines such as "Morning Post" and "National Gazette" in Beijing, and "Current Affairs News" and "Reform" in Shanghai.
The Morning Post not only made great contributions to the New Culture Movement, but also played a role in fueling the May Fourth Movement.
On May 2, 1919, Lin Huiyin's father, Lin Changmin, published an important article in the Morning Post revealing China's diplomatic crisis. Two days later, the May Fourth Movement broke out.
Therefore, one of the most important political movements in Serbia’s modern history was closely related to the Morning Post’s follow-up coverage of the Shandong issue.
Well, since our Master Yuan accepted Zhang Dongsun's invitation and became a professor of economics at China Public School, he now has a bit of a research background.
Of course, whether he can become a political member of the research department depends on whether the research department can accommodate him as a big Buddha.
A young man in his twenties hurried into the Morning Post newspaper office, rushed to the door of the editor-in-chief's office and began to bang on it impatiently with his fists.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Mr. Jae-jun, are you there?"
"Bang, bang, bang!"
I heard someone inside ask unhappily in southern Mandarin: "Who is it?"
"Mr. Zaijun, it's me, Sun Fuyuan."
Sun Fuyuan (1894-1966), if you know a little about the history of modern Chinese literature, this name should be quite familiar to you.
He and the Zhou brothers were from the same hometown of Shaoxing, and he was also one of Lu Xun's most famous students.
In 1918, introduced by Zhou Zuoren, he and his brother Sun Fuxi attended Peking University as auditors, and became a full student the following year.
In 1919, he became an editor of the supplement of the National Gazette. In the same year, after the National Gazette was closed down for publishing articles exposing the scandals of the Duan Qirui government, Sun Fuyuan switched to being a reporter for the Morning Post.
In 1920, he co-founded the famous literary group - the Literary Research Society with Mao Dun, Zheng Zhenduo and others.
In October of this year, he became the editor of the supplement of the Morning Post, and later became known as the "King of Supplements." Lu Xun's masterpiece "The True Story of Ah Q" was first published in this newspaper.
"Squeak."
The door was opened by a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties, with a handsome face and a small mustache.
This person is naturally Mr. Zaijun. He is also a famous person. His surname is Ding and his given name is Wenjiang. He is from Taixing, Jiangsu.
Ding Wenjiang (1887-1936) had a rich and varied career, so I won't go into detail here. However, he is best known as one of the founders of China's geological endeavors, having founded the country's first geological institution, the Geological Survey of China.
He was also an important member of the research department and one of the six attendants of Liang Qichao during his trip to Europe.
And who says that geologists can't be newspaper editors? Ding Wenjiang later founded two important magazines, one is "Effort Weekly" in 1922, and the other is "Independent Review" in 1932.
He is now in Beijing, establishing the China Geological Survey and serving as the acting editor-in-chief of the Morning Post.
"Yangquan (Sun Fuyuan's pen name), look at you, you're sweating all over. Why are you so anxious..."
Sun Fuyuan, who was dripping with sweat, wiped his sweat off his face and took out a damp piece of paper. He said, "Mr. Zaijun, big news! Big news! I just got the news from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"
"Oh, let me take a look..." Ding Wenjiang took it and looked at it with a horrified expression, "Is it true?!"
"Yes, yes. I couldn't believe it at first either." Sun Fuyuan nodded. "But my friends at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs said they will issue an official statement today at the request of the British government."
Ding Wenjiang immediately pressed the issue, "Yangquan, what official statement does the Ministry of Foreign Affairs want?"
Sun Fuyuan said gloomily, "Hey, isn't it just about distancing ourselves from these heroes and strongly condemning them?"
"Oh..." Ding Wenjiang sighed when he heard this.
From 1907 to 1911, he studied zoology and geology at the University of Glasgow, obtaining a double bachelor's degree.
So he is also a person who has studied abroad and naturally knows that international politics is not that simple. The Beijing government has no choice.
However, as a not-so-professional professional journalist, he certainly has a certain sense of news.
"Never mind, let's send out the special edition."
"Okay, I'll go write the manuscript now."
"Yangquan, go ahead... Wait, let's call this incident the Jiuri Incident."
"Mr. Zaijun, I understand!"
At the same time, in addition to the Morning Post, major newspapers in Beijing also received information deliberately leaked by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
On the morning of July 24, 1921, the sound of "extra editions" from newsboys could be heard throughout the city.
Thus, the capital of the Republic of China was immersed in a strange atmosphere of joy.
"Have you heard?"
"What did you hear ?"
"That's it."
"Oh, you're talking about that... I just listened to the storytellers in the teahouse finish reading the newspaper. What a bunch of real men they are."
"Yes, yes, these guys are so brave. They actually broke into the British Forbidden City and kidnapped two crown princes as hostages. Even theatrical plays wouldn't dare to perform like this."
"That's what I said! Who came up with this idea? The storyteller said it all, this gentleman is definitely not inferior to Zhuge Liang, he's even better than Liu Bowen!"
"Classmates, come and see!"
In schools across Beijing, various special editions were passed from one person to another, and young faces were filled with excitement.
Thunderous cries are about to resound throughout this ancient capital!
