China's First Election Was Won by a 31-Year-Old. Two Days Later He Was Dead | Ep.16 (Shorts)
《神州大地》第 16 集 · 語言：English · 時長：2:20
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He died on the very day he

had just won. March 20, 1913.

Ten forty-five at night.

Zhabei, Shanghai. The Shanghai station of the

Shanghai-Nanjing railway. The station building was four

years old, designed by the British,

four storeys, built for three hundred and

twenty-nine thousand silver dollars, one of the

most presentable railway stations in all of

China. Tonight the fast train for Nanjing

was taking tickets. A man had just

walked out of the assembly members' waiting

room inside the station.

He had just shaken hands with the

people who came to see him off.

He was still talking.

Thirty-one years old, in a long gown,

carrying so little luggage you would think

he was going on an errand across

town. Then a shot.

The bullet entered from the right side

of his back, drove slanting down into

his abdomen, and stopped not far from

his heart. He was taken to the

Shanghai-Nanjing Railway Hospital on Laobazi Road, a road

called Wujin Road today. Two German doctors operated

for more than an hour, took out

the bullet, and found it had been

poisoned. He held on for seventeen hours.

At four forty-eight in the morning of

March 22, he was gone.

His name was Song Jiaoren.

That year, he had just led his

party to win the first nationwide election

in the history of this country.

And that is exactly the question.

A man who has just won,

why does he die on his way

to work? Who needed him dead?

And who, holding ten cheaper ways to

stop him, chose the most expensive one,

the loudest one, the one that could

never be hidden? And here is the

detail that will not let go:

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