When he went to school, Chen Li naturally did not take a fancy to any young female teacher.
In this era, China was still in an era of gradual progress from feudalism. Even though there were indeed many girls 'schools in the country, not many graduates could truly step into the position of a teacher.
After graduating from a girls 'school, it was already good enough for them to be able to enter various industries. Most of them could only listen to their parents' orders, marry into their husbands 'families, and raise their children. The education from a girls' school was more like a gilding of their experience. After all, in this era, the families that could afford to attend girls 'schools were not ordinary families.
Although Wanping was only a county town, there were all kinds of schools. There were private schools run by the big clans, as well as old-fashioned schools. The one Chen Li had visited once was the famous Sanjiadian Primary School.
Sanjiadian Primary School had been promoting a new education system since Beiyang. In the 1920s, the curriculum was divided into: Language, Arithmetic, History, Society, Self-cultivation, Art, etc.
The purpose of Chen Li's visit was to invite a teacher.
It was impossible for the training in the army to be high-intensity every day. Even if they bought a big fat pig every day and killed it, it was still impossible to improve the physique of the long-term malnourished guards by too much.
Chen Li made some concessions to this. He used the class as a unit and carried out high-intensity training programs every other day.
Normal training would consume less physical energy, so Chen Li felt that he had to make use of the time at night.
It wasn't that urgent. After all, it was much more difficult to teach a group of illiterate people than to teach children.
However, ever since Chen Li saw the artillery training, he realized that there was a problem. Everyone, including Old Zhao, used estimation when aiming. To put it more bluntly, they relied on their feelings.
Even if he had never come into contact with artillery in his previous life, the only impression he had was seeing the scene of reporting parameters and firing in military programs. After all, compared to boring calculations, the audience preferred to watch explosions all over the mountains and plains.
However, it was only a little bit that made Chen Li realize the seriousness of the problem.
If it was just a close-range direct aim or a short-range curved fire cannon like a mortar, the problem would not be too big. The problem could be solved through test firing and correction.
However, if it was a large-caliber artillery, there was no way to aim directly. It was difficult to even observe the effect of the artillery. If a 150mm caliber artillery shell landed on their own position, it would be a big problem.
The only thing he could do was to catch up on the illiterate soldiers 'mathematics and geometry.
After all, the data of how far the muzzle could reach could be calculated.
As for whether it would work or not, Chen Li himself was not sure. He could only try his best. After all, time waited for no man.
Fortunately, the trip went smoothly. When Chen Li saw that the principal was listening carefully to him talk about the role of mathematics in military operations, he knew that there was hope.
Then, Chen Li began to talk nonsense.
Rifle shooting was affected by air resistance, coupled with the reduction of the power of the bullet during its operation and the gravity of the earth, aiming at targets at different distances would have different standards. This was the function of the ruler.
Under the effect of the weight of the bullet, the shell landed in a parabolic manner. The higher the elevation of the muzzle, the closer the shooting distance. In theory, it could even hit a close distance that was difficult to hit even with a flat shot. If the muzzle could be raised 90 degrees, it could even hit him.
The two troops were about to encounter each other. In theory, twenty bullets could destroy one enemy. Given that the enemy had a thousand people and our troops had five hundred people, we could calculate how many bullets we should bring with us using mathematics.
At first, what Chen Li said was a little reliable, but then he went further and further away. In the end, even the weight of the marching soldiers had to be calculated. In short, it was just one sentence: Mathematics is very important. My soldiers have to learn it!
There were some things that people with common sense would not agree with. If the battlefield was just a competition of numbers, the Japanese's slogan of destroying China in three months might really be realized.
However, Principal Wang listened with relish, so Chen Li could only brace himself and continue to brag.
In the end, Chen Li, who couldn't keep boasting, offered his benefits."As the saying goes, a hundred-year plan is based on education. I'm willing to sponsor the school with 50 yuan a month for the repair of the school buildings."
" What a great line,'Education is the foundation of a hundred-year plan.' Young Master Chen is indeed far-sighted. Since Young Master Chen is so passionate about education and has done so many things to worry about the country and the people, if I don't express my gratitude, it would be a pity for the patriots..." Principal Wang stood up and adjusted his glasses."From today onwards, every night at six o'clock, a teacher will come to the Chen residence to give a lecture."
"Then Chen Li will thank you here. I will definitely wait for you at home tonight!”Chen Li stood up and cupped his fists.
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With Chen Qingyue carefully following behind him, Chen Li felt like he was carrying a breeze as he walked on the road. He had completed another part of his plan.
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Shanghai, in a large house.
The incandescent lamp emitted a dim yellow light, but it also lit up the room that was decorated with a mix of Chinese and Western decorations. It was at least much brighter than three to five oil lamps.
A thin middle-aged man in his forties was sitting on an armchair at the side of the room. On a small wooden table not far behind him was a wooden box radio covered with a scarf (bigger than a desktop computer). At this moment, it was playing a song sung in the soft language of Wu Nong.
The middle-aged man lit a cigarette and took a puff. Then, he narrowed his eyes and hummed along with the familiar tune.
A series of steady but purposeful footsteps approached from afar.
Then, an old voice sounded,""Master!"
"What's the matter?" The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes and asked in a lazy tone.
"Someone just sent a name card. It's said that Miss Lucy from America invited you to attend tomorrow's book sale."
"What?" The middle-aged man was obviously shocked by this news."Since when did the American authors know about our Qing Gang?”
It was important to know one's own limits, and people like him knew their strengths and weaknesses very well.
If it was in the country, those people would do it for his face or for his convenience. It was understandable. Be it scholars or elegant guests, they would always want to eat and live.
However, he knew his own weight even better. Not to mention abroad, even in Shanghai, other than those foreigners who needed to mingle in the concession of Shanghai, few people in the western countries were willing to pay attention to him, let alone a female author who sold books.
" Show me the name card. If there's nothing else tomorrow, I'll go over," the middle-aged man said frankly. In this world, he naturally knew who he could offend and who he should leave an impression on. Although he wouldn't have much contact with the American literary world, at least he could let the domestic people see that he could get involved in the foreign literature.
At this time in Shanghai, there were only three Chinese people who had the greatest influence, and this middle-aged man was one of them. What was out of place with the other two was his personality.
To be able to say," I'm not afraid of gentlemen, but I won't provoke thieves.”A person who said such words was definitely not an ordinary person.
Naturally, the name card was in his hands. However, he could not see anything special at first glance. It was nothing more than Lucy in Chinese and the somewhat nondescript caption:
Mr. Du is knowledgeable and famous overseas. I've heard a lot about you. My work will be released in Shanghai tomorrow. I hope you can give me some help.
It was written in crooked Chinese with a nondescript caption. It looked very awkward, but considering that he was a 'writer' from America, it was already a great honor for him to be able to write in Chinese.
Du Yuesheng could be said to be the most special of the three mafia leaders in Shanghai during the Republic of China. He sold his teeth and birds, but he loved his country. The people he befriended did not matter what party they were from or what kind of people they were. He could befriend anyone he liked.
Another thing was that he knew how to be a good person. No matter what kind of natural or man-made disaster it was, he would be the first to stand up and contribute. Whether it was a down-and-out Manchu official or someone that everyone hated, he would welcome them with a smile and send them off. Both the host and the guest were happy.
He was good at coordinating the relationship between the various forces of the underworld, good at dealing with the relationship between the various warlords, good at accumulating wealth, and good at distributing wealth.
He had amassed a large amount of money through the sale of ivory bird films and the establishment of gambling tables. Then, he used these ill-gotten gains to win over all kinds of people in society, from political figures, literati, and the backbone of gangs.
Even to his subordinates, he was strict when he should be. Usually, he was still very respectful to them.
" Mr. Liu, the bookstore shouldn't be closed for now. Please go to the bookstore and see if there are any books by this Miss Lucy. Buy a few for me to take a look. It won't be a waste of time to talk about it. Besides, I'll get her to sign it tomorrow," Du Yuesheng said slowly as he fiddled with the name card.
"Master, I've already sent someone to inquire about it. This Miss Lucy didn't have any works in the past, and the books she's selling this time are also very expensive!”the butler said softly.
Du Yuesheng looked at the name card again, but he didn't reply. He just slowly smoked his cigarette.
For ordinary people, a book was considered expensive because it could be worth half a fat pig.
However, to him, even if it was five or ten dollars, he wouldn't care. And his butler was clearly aware of these habits.
People who could make decisions in the Du Mansion must have this kind of judgment. For example, when they were shopping and saw a watermelon seller on the street, they only needed to say, Just go and take a look.
A normal follower would buy the melon if the price was suitable. If it was not suitable, they would come back and report the situation.
As for the one from the Du Residence, he would report this when he returned: The melons here aren't too ripe. They're green, and the price is expensive. I looked around nearby and there's a shop with good melons. They only cost ten wen per catty. I bought two with my own money. Do you want to cut them and try them? If you don't think it's delicious, I'll bring it home. The few of us haven't eaten melons in a long time. Anyway, they can't taste anything.
This was what was called being considerate. Whatever he wanted to ask or say, he would help him think about it in advance and say it in advance. What he did was nothing more than a multiple-choice question. He had even thought of a backup plan. It was worry-free and impossible for him to fork out the money for those few melons. However, the things he did made him feel different.
In this situation, if the butler said it was expensive, then it was really expensive. It was definitely not something that could be solved with ten or twenty dollars.
'Why is a book from a Western woman so expensive? Why did the butler give me the name card?'This was the problem Du Yuesheng was considering.
The so-called management was always about things and people. If you made someone unhappy, it would be difficult to control him. Du Yuesheng was well versed in this.
He would not give his subordinates a decision before he was sure of the reason. This was because this decision, even if it was just a sentence, could very likely hurt others, but at the same time, it would also hurt himself.
"Master, that book is going to be sold for three thousand dollars!”the butler said in a hurried tone.
If it was an ordinary person, they would immediately curse when they heard this."A crappy book is selling for three thousand dollars. Why doesn't he just rob?”
There were only a few people who could survive in Shanghai for such a long time.
There were many differences, but the similarities were very similar. Their eyesight would not be bad.
What could be the reason for a book to be sold at such a high price, and even his butler did not know what to do with it?
It was very simple. If it was just nonsense or a gimmick, the butler could not even let this thing appear in front of him. This was a fact and a place to show his ability.
Otherwise, the Du Residence would receive hundreds of name cards every day. Would he have to deal with them one by one?
Even though Du Yuesheng was from a poor family and didn't have much artistic talent, he had an intuition that he didn't think a book could be sold for thousands of dollars.
Even in Shanghai, there were only a few people who could spend that much money, including himself. He wouldn't spend thousands of yuan on a book written by a foreign woman.
In this era, two or three dollars could buy a fat pig. In other words, one dollar could at least be worth a few hundred dollars in the future. Of course, this was due to the era. However, the purchasing power of one dollar was at least higher than that of a hundred dollars in the future.(This could not be compared to food. There was no hybrid rice in this era.)
Du Yuesheng didn't say anything because he was waiting for an answer that he could accept. He couldn't imagine what kind of book it would be if it was worth a few thousand yuan.
"Actually, we don't have to care about that book. What's important is that as long as we buy that book, we can get a cannon…" The butler spoke again with a helpless tone.
Although it was the first time he had encountered such a thing, it was still very meaningful.
Du Yuesheng was very clear that the Qing Gang did not have much foundation in this territory. This was also the reason why he made friends with warlords and dignitaries. What he had put on display was nothing more than something that could not be put on the table, and it was only to borrow the convenience of the foreign foreigner concession.
"I'll go take a look tomorrow!" Du Yuesheng said slowly.
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