"Criticism, 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 scared they are. "
That's what it says.
He still felt very uncomfortable.
Who doesn't want to be a great hero?
This is laborious and laborious, it took so much energy, both for the beaters and for the disciples...
As a result, he became the number one big devil 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 this?"
Nong Jinsun was the first to express that he couldn't bear it.
When the Jingwu Sports Association was first established and Huo Yuanjia was promoted, 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 daily necessities.
Who cares about the defeat of foreigners and the rise and fall of these nations among the Chinese?
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, things are a little different.
Yang Lin, the new Grand Master, does not have such a deep network of connections.
The connection with Tongxinhui is also not close.
At first, there was not full support.
When the news spread after the competition, it was just spread by the Jingwu Sect disciples 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 it.
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 this.
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.
Very chilling.
"By the way, is your uncle also a senior 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 some harmful business.
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 heritage, lasting for more than a hundred years. It originally came from the lowest level of society and involves 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 are those who are good at themselves and care about their family and country, and there are also those who rebel against the Qing government and want 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, really had 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 whole family.
After all, Yang Lin is just a newly rising martial arts hero, and there is no problem in passing the time with gossip.
No one else would dare risk his own life for this unbeatable 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.
First to discredit, then to divide 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.
However, isn't there a saying that says, "The right person will get a lot of help, but the wrong person will get little help."
What if I am alone in Shanghai, with no one to help me and no one to use.
Whether it is yourself or your family, it will be much easier to deal with.
In this way, 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, 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.
This person has never been seen before, but he walks with the pace of a dragon and a tiger, and he is very imposing.
As soon as he entered the Jingwu Sect, he hurriedly greeted him: "Where is Master? Is Master okay? I heard that he was plotted against 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 his 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 when walking, I don't have to cough every step of the way.
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 when the poison occurs, the poison in his body is not very violent.
After some time of detoxification and recuperation, my body gradually improved.
Although it is best not to fight with each other to avoid recurrence of old injuries.
In daily life, I can already take care of myself.
If you cultivate your moral character, you can continue to live without any problem.
"Master, are you okay?" Tears burst into Chen Zhen's eyes, and he knelt down and kowtowed on the spot, his face full of admiration.
Without waiting for Huo Yuanjia to speak again, he quickly got up again, pointed at Yang Ying and said: "I happened to meet the Seventh Junior Sister and the Eighth Junior Sister on the road...
They encountered a master who used Crane Fist and were in great danger.
Fortunately, I arrived in time and beat the man away, so they were not killed.
However, the Seventh Junior Sister was hit by a kick, which may have hurt her internal organs. The Eighth Junior Sister here is..."
Before Chen Zhen could explain clearly, Lin Yutang stepped forward, took a pulse, checked the injuries of the two women, and said solemnly: "It's the Dark Crane Fist, it should be the hand of Yan Zhengkuan from the Qing Gang..."
This person was so cruel that he destroyed the nerves in Yang Ying's hands and broke the nerves in her right leg and knee. "
"Let's go and send him to Anrentang quickly. Mr. Yang is more skilled at dealing with nerve and tendon injuries than I am.
If you don't ask for the girl's martial arts skills to be preserved, she will be lucky enough to be able to eat and walk by herself. "
"Girl Yun, nothing happened here, but her internal organs were severely shaken.
Vomit the congestion, take medicine and rest for a while and it will get better. Alas...this happened. "
Lin Yutang didn't bother to ask more questions about how Yang Ying was attacked and what kind of trick Xiao Hui got...
He just called for help from everyone, and first treated the injured.
