In the capital.
Zhang Xun's residence.
It was already the 10th of January, four days after Zhang Xun's restoration. Zhang Xun was now locked up on death row, and the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty had been expelled from the palace.
Back then, Cai Hu had said that he would not kill them in order to make these Manchu nobles compromise and leave the palace quickly.
However, if Cai Hu did not make a move, how could Cai Hu's subordinates not make a move? Just like that, the last little emperor died.
"Beep, beep, beep. Congratulations to the host for completing the feat of following the name of China and breaking Zhang Xun's restoration. The system has rewarded you with 20000 Reputation Points!”
The system let out a pleasant buzz.
It turned out that according to the different reward points, the system's notification sound would be different. It was really too awesome and humane.
Now, Cai Hu's System Strength Points were close to 60,000. This was not even including the treasures in Zhang Xun's residence, Jiang Chaozong's residence, and the Imperial Palace.
According to Cai Hu's thoughts, if the treasures in the palace and even Summer Palace were antiques and had cultural value, they should be properly preserved for future generations to study and use. It would also be good to hold a museum for future generations to exhibit.
He couldn't kill the goose that laid the golden egg and sell it to foreigners for a temporary benefit. That was not worth it. Cai Hu was short of money, but he didn't lack this bad money. He didn't want to do something that would go down in history.
Cai Hu was prepared to exchange the jewelry and money that did not have the value of cultural relics into cash to do some good things for the country and the people.
From then on, China would quickly become one of the strongest countries in the world, allowing the people to become rich and powerful.
"Reporting, Major!"
Cai Hu was in his study, writing a message to the people of the country. Zhao Dashan was knocking on the door.
"Come in!"
Cai Hu put down the fountain pen in his hand and said.
To be honest, there weren't many mature manufacturers in China for this simple fountain pen. Even this small toy had been hit by the western fountain pen market. Chinese companies were immature and didn't have money. They were squeezed by the privileged foreigners and naturally declined.
Thinking of this, Cai Hu sighed.
In the past, during the Han and Tang Dynasties, the Chinese dragon looked up to the East. Whether it was the Western barbarians or the Japanese slaves, they were all in awe of the Han and Tang Dynasties. However, now, the sleeping dragon was being bullied by the Western devils…
"Reporting to the Major, I sent someone to calculate it!”
"Zhangxun's assets in the capital are a little smaller, but he has more in Xuzhou, totaling 15 million yuan!”
"Jiang Chaozong's mansion actually has a large number of palace treasures. Excluding these treasures, the gold, silver, and jewelry are worth a total of 30 million!”
"The jewelry and gold of the Imperial Palace's Internal Affairs Department, after taking out the antiques with historical value, is also worth 1.2 billion!”
…
When Cai Hu heard this, he felt as if his heart had been clicked. He was like a pauper who had won a hundred million yuan. He was so happy that his heart almost couldn't take it.
After more than ten minutes, Cai Hu took a deep breath and felt a little better. This was more than a billion yuan in cash, not RMB. At this time, even if it was Yuan Datou's lowest value, his purchasing power was still very high.
With such a sum of money, the System's strength points instantly soared to more than 200,000 strength points.
Cai Hu looked at the system store, his eyes burning with passion.
…
" I, Cai Hu, represent the First Brigade of the Southwest Sichuan Army to inform the entire country. From the 6th day onwards, the soldiers of the First Brigade will travel day and night to cross the Yangtze River, recover Xuzhou, and go north to the Grand Canal of Beijing and Hangzhou. They will catch the bandits thousands of miles away and finally destroy Zhang Xun's forces, forcing the Manchu interim government to disband…"
Cai Hu's words spread across the country, and the Chinese people clapped their hands in joy.
For a moment, be it the local entrepreneurs, the student workers, or even the enlightened landlord, they all praised Cai Hu.
In an instant, Cai Hu's system reputation points soared again!
Even those warlords from the old society who harbored ulterior motives all gave Cai Hu a thumbs up. They had thought that Cai Hu had overestimated himself and would definitely not be able to do anything. In the end, he would slap himself in the face.
He really didn't expect Cai Hu to succeed so quickly.
…
Northeast, Fengtian.
Marshal Manor.
Zhang Zuolin was having dinner with his concubine, Little Liuzi. The captain of the guards brought over Cai Hu's nationwide newspaper and handed it to Zhang Zuolin.
"This Southwestern Tiger is really extraordinary. A hero is born at a young age!”
"Pass on my words, congratulations to Cai Hu for defeating Zhang Xun and restoring the Republic of China!”
…
Zhang Zuolin was very shrewd. When he saw this, he said to the guard captain.
"Marshal, Zhang Xun said that he would be the governor of the three eastern provinces. Now that Zhang Xun is still here, although Cai Hu is strong, our northeast has hundreds of thousands of troops.”
Yang Yuting, who was also the director of the arsenal, said.
Zhang Zuolin thought for a moment, then waved his hand and asked the captain of the guards to send the message according to his instructions.
…
At the same time, Yan Xishan of the Jinsui Army, Duan Qirui, the leader of the Wan faction, Feng Zhang, Cao Kun, Sun Dapao from the south, and even Cai E all sent congratulatory messages.
The newspapers in the north and south of the country were spreading Cai Hu's merits. For a moment, Cai Hu was in the limelight, and his reputation was actually faintly surpassing that of the warlords.
Even the M Nation's presidential palace began to pay attention to Cai Hu. The newspapers in Britain and France also began to publish Cai Hu's short biography.
Some people even said that Cai Hu could be considered a famous figure in China in the past decade. He could be said to be a young hero that only appeared once in a hundred years.
…
After the restoration of Zhang Xun, Cai Hu was still in charge of the capital, and he had a vague feeling that he was doing something.
A man is innocent, but he is guilty of holding a treasure.
The largest city in the country, the political and economic center, was in the hands of a 20-year-old young man.
Would this make those old fogies who had been in the political world for decades feel good? Cai Hu could already feel the storm coming.
The capital is different from Xuzhou.
Political significance, economic prosperity, each of them could make those warlords take risks.
Even if it was a businessman, if there was something that was too profitable, he would do it even if he had to risk his life.
Not to mention these big shots who came from the battlefield. They were afraid of death, but they dared to challenge death.
This kind of person was the most terrifying!
At this time, the capital was a battleground.
To the east was Duan Qirui in Tianjin, to the west was Yan Xishan in Shanxi, and to the north was Zhang Zuolin outside the pass. Other than the capital, all the counties outside the capital and Hebei were still under the direct control of the direct line.
He was a young rising star in the military. Even if he had done a few big things in a row, his age and prestige were not enough to earn their recognition.
It was similar to the feeling of the 9,000-year-old Wei Zhongxian of the Ming Dynasty. He had no roots and did not dare to grasp the Son of Heaven's divine weapon. It was good to take things, but without enough foundation, it was equivalent to losing his life. Not only did he lose his life, but he would also die without a burial place.
Cai Hu was thinking about this now. Everything was so clear.
Whoever controlled the capital could become the president and gain a lot of wealth. In history, when Zhang Zuolin entered the capital, his hands reached out to Jiangsu. This was the support the capital gave him.
Although he was only the president in name, he controlled the entire country on some matters. His diplomatic skills were on a higher level.
Cai Hu was destined not to be the Grand President. So, should he just give away the fruits of his victory?
Cai Hu didn't want to spit out this big piece of fat meat. This wasn't his personality, so he hadn't been able to sleep well these few days.
Even if some of the big shots in Beiyang gave him a few Jiangnan beauties and white-skinned Russian beauties, Cai Hu was not in the mood to enjoy them.
He was in great danger, sitting on the throne of the capital. Although he was eating meat, it was like sitting on pins and needles. How could he be in the mood to pat himself?
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