N-A-A Chapter 190 Aunt 3's sister is called Aunt 4
Chapter 190 Aunt 3's sister is called Aunt 4
Chapter 190 Aunt Thirteen's younger sister is called Aunt Fourteen.
Chen Wen immediately sat up straight, his brows furrowing slightly: "Something big? The Qing court has sent a large army to attack? That shouldn't be the case—"
Before leaving the provincial capital, he assessed the situation: the Qing court was corrupt at the central level, and local military preparedness was inadequate.
Organizing a large army capable of threatening the Blood Flag Army, which has already established a foothold, is by no means something that can be done in the short term.
With Huang Feihong's abilities, they should be more than capable of handling the harassment from small groups.
Huang Feihong quickly gave his reply, his voice revealing frustration and helplessness.
"It's not Qing soldiers! Those good-for-nothings, no matter how many come, we won't have enough! It's something else, troublesome! Too much trouble!"
He quickened his pace and began to complain: "Brother Chen, you have no idea! Ever since we captured Guangcheng, the news has been impossible to keep secret!"
"The Qing court can't hide it from them anymore. Now, not only in Lingnan, but the whole world knows about the Blood Flag Army!"
"And then?" Chen Wen had a vague idea of what was going on.
"And then?" Wong Fei-hung's voice suddenly rose, clearly showing signs of a headache. "And then my telegraph room was never quiet again!"
"Telegrams of all kinds arrived from all corners of the country like snowflakes!"
"And quite a few people, representatives of secret societies and factions from various places, simply came to Guangcheng in person!"
"These past two days, I haven't done anything else but receive these people and read those telegrams!"
"Some came to offer congratulations and flattery, their letters overflowing with compliments. Others wanted to ascertain the truth and see if cooperation was possible. And quite a few directly asked if they could join us, or requested our military assistance!"
"It's a complete mess, it has everything!"
"I barely have time to eat or sleep anymore!"
"Brother Chen, what are you doing? Leaving all this to me while you go off to have fun in Hong Kong! That's so disloyal!"
Hearing Huang Feihong's unusually uncharacteristic complaints on the radio, Chen Wen was first taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and chuckled: "I thought it was some earth-shattering event. It's nothing, you can handle it yourself."
"I'll handle it myself?" Huang Feihong's voice grew even more urgent. "Brother Chen, you're the commander-in-chief. These are important matters that you need to make decisions about! They're all coming for you!"
"I've said it before," Chen Wen said casually, "the Blood Flag Army doesn't belong to me alone. I'm just a temporary commander; it doesn't matter who's in charge."
"You, Huang Feihong, can do it! Yan Zhendong—cough, Master Yan might not be suitable for managing things, but anyway, whoever is capable should step up."
"I tell you every day, we don't need an emperor, we don't need an emperor, don't forget this principle."
"Haven't I already arranged the Blood Flag Army's daily procedures and contingency plans for various situations?"
"Just follow those rules and regulations, do what needs to be done, and refuse what needs to be refused. What's so difficult about that?"
Wong Fei-hung lamented on the other end of the radio: "Brother Chen, you make it sound so easy! I'm no good either. I'm just a doctor, at most a martial artist. How would I know anything about these things?!"
"If you don't understand, then learn." Chen Wen interrupted him, his tone becoming slightly more serious. "You not only have to learn how to handle matters concerning the Blood Flag Army, but you also have to learn to take responsibility."
"Not only for the Blood Flag Army, but also for Shao Yun, shouldn't you shoulder more responsibility?"
These words clearly struck a nerve with Wong Fei-hung.
A distinct gasp came from the radio, followed by Wong Fei-hung's stammering, incoherent voice: "Brother Chen! You, you're bringing this up again—this, this is different! I, I—"
Chen Wen could almost see Huang Feihong blushing and at a loss for what to do, so he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore."
"You hold the fort for now, I'll find some replacements as soon as possible."
"But Brother Huang, I sincerely hope that next time you urgently call me on the radio, it's to invite me back for your and Shaojun's wedding. That's all for now, I'll hang up now."
Before Huang Feihong could say anything more, Chen Wen decisively ended the call and signaled Liang Kuan to turn off the transmitter and put it away.
Liang Kuan silently stepped forward and quickly began to pack up the radio equipment.
But his brows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed to have something on his mind.
Chen Wen noticed and leaned back in his chair, asking, "Ah Kuan, what are you thinking about? You look so worried."
Liang Kuan paused, hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Chen Wen and said earnestly, "Sir, I—I still hope that you can continue to lead the Blood Flag Army and everyone else."
"I couldn't make a living in my hometown in the countryside, so I went to Foshan and joined an opera troupe. But I was bullied by the troupe leader and those scoundrels from the Shahe Gang. I almost lost my life."
"It was you, sir, who saved me, taught me real kung fu, and led me to do these great things to save the country and its people."
"I feel at peace now, and I have goals in my heart, all because I'm with my husband."
"I follow you, sir, not for any personal gain or official appointment. I simply want to repay you and work under your guidance."
"Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, I, Liang Kuan, will not flinch at your word!"
"But you don't want to be the commander-in-chief forever, so I'm a little uneasy."
Chen Wen looked at Liang Kuan, the joking expression on his face fading, and he sighed helplessly: "Kuan, I've said these things to you many times."
"China cannot have another emperor. It seems you've fallen behind in your studies lately; have you been focusing too much on martial arts practice and neglecting your reading?"
Liang Kuan, his thoughts exposed, showed a hint of embarrassment: "Studying—what's the use of studying compared to practicing martial arts? Only by mastering martial arts can I protect the people I want to protect and do the things I want to do."
"Foolish!" Chen Wen's voice grew sterner. "You don't read books, you don't understand reason!"
"They don't even know who their own ancestors are; they're being sold out and they're still helping the seller count the money!"
"Reading and writing, distinguishing right from wrong, and understanding the world—these are the most important foundations!"
"Don't even mention following me now. Even in the future, if you want to manage affairs on your own and lead more people, how can you command respect without reading and knowledge?"
"How can one make the right judgment? What qualifications do they have to take responsibility?"
Liang Kuan lowered his head after being scolded, but there was still some resentment in his eyes. He asked in a low voice, "Is studying really that important?"
Looking at him, Chen Wen suddenly remembered something, a meaningful smile appearing on his face, and his tone softened: "Of course it's important. I heard that Shaojun has a younger sister, who is Feihong's fourteenth aunt? She seems to really appreciate learned and sensible scholars."
Liang Kuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes lighting up: "R-really, sir?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Chen Wen laughed. "You should study hard and work diligently. I'll have Shao Yun send a telegram to invite her sister back for a visit."
Liang Kuan immediately became excited, his face flushed, and he rubbed his hands together, saying, "Sir! I... I will definitely study hard! I'll go right now!"
"Wait," Chen Wen called out to him, "There's no rush to study. There's something else I need you to do."
Upon hearing the order, Liang Kuan immediately stood up straight.
"What are your orders, sir?"
"Go follow Ma Rulong and see if he went to see a fat man. If so—" Chen Wen paused, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.
"After they've finished what they've done, bring me back what they've hidden."
Although Liang Kuan didn't understand the specifics, he nodded without hesitation: "Yes! Don't worry, sir, I will definitely handle it well!"