Spy War 1929

Chapter 226 His time is gone, your workers are on strike
Under Murata's gaze, Lin Zirong frowned and thought for a while, a look of regret flashed in his eyes, but he still shook his head decisively.

Although Lin Zirong is old, he is not old and foolish, just like what he said to Fourth Master, he can still figure out which is more important.

After the two coughs, fourth master remained silent and stopped talking.

He does things with measure.

It was Lin Zirong's intention to pass on the leader position to Anping, and he was also willing to help with this.

But if Lin Zirong wants to nod his head now to respond to Murata Zhai's matter, he will not stop him.

After all, he is just a master.

With that cough just now, he had already fulfilled his master's duty of reminding, if Lin Zirong still agreed, Fourth Master would never say anything more.

It's just that Anping will not intervene in the matter of becoming the gang leader.

Fortunately, Lin Zirong was born as a reckless man, maybe he has no other abilities, but Lin Zirong does not lack in courage, which is something that does not cost money.

Rejection also requires courage.

The moment Lin Zirong shook his head and refused, Murata Sai's face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His gaze became cold, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Your Cao Cao in China once said that an old man has a long-term ambition.

Why, could it be that Chief Lin has become a toothless tiger now, without even the ambition to dominate Shanghai Bund? "

Murata Sai's tone was blunt, and the content of his speech was even more sarcasm.

As for the way he looked at Lin Zirong, it was full of disappointment, a bit like "I look down on you".

Unfortunately, Lin Zirong is not so easily provoked.

It is said that sixty is easy to hear.

Lin Zirong is not only a big boss now, he is over sixty, and he can listen to everything calmly.

If Murata Zhai was stimulated by such a few words, how could he establish such a powerful force in the Axe Gang, how could he be able to sit firmly as the leader of the gang for so many years, and how could he be listed as the top three tycoons in Shanghai along with Feng Jingyao and Gu Zhufeng so long.

"Mr. Murata, I don't think we should talk about this matter anymore, let's drink tea, and you can also clear your anger."

Lin Zirong raised his teacup with a smile and raised his glass to Murata Zhai.

"Hehe, come, drink tea, drink tea..."

Murata Zhai looked at Lin Zirong coldly, but did not move.

Lin Zirong hadn't touched this cup of tea for so long, and now he said he was going to drink tea.

You fucking drink a shovel! !

Murata was full of anger, he stared, his face was cold, he wanted to yell.

He gave everything he could, but this was not what Lin Zirong wanted.

"Since Gang Leader Lin is unwilling, then I will take my leave first." Murata Zhai said coldly, his attitude was very different from when he entered this room.

"Oh, why don't Mr. Murata have tea together?"

Lin Zirong had a surprised tone.

Soon he showed enlightenment again.

"Haha, that's right, Mr. Murata is busy, how can he compare with idlers like us.

Then I won't give it away, Mr. Murata is gone. "

Lin Zirong didn't mind Murata Zhai's cold attitude, and he still had a smile on his face.

But when Murata Zhai saw him like this, he was even angrier.

"Hmph, goodbye!"

Murata Sai snorted coldly, turned his head and left without hesitation.

Lin Zirong's attitude made Murata Zhai very angry. Murata Zhai came here in high spirits and returned in disappointment. How can he not be angry.

This is not stingy to take off your pants, but she asks you to watch the small submarine column with her.

Muratasai has always been good at nourishing qi. Usually, even if he is unhappy with someone, he will not directly express his dissatisfaction on his face.

But today, he really made Lin Zirong, an old man, very angry.

The plan full of confidence turned out to be a crushing defeat at Lin Zirong's place. How could Murata Zhai, who had always been proud, bear it.

Seeing Murata Sai leaving, Yamamoto Hidezhong hastened to keep up with him.

He didn't want to be scolded.

After leaving the territory of the Axe Gang, the two got into the car. At this time, Murata Sai finally stopped suppressing his anger and started yelling in the car.

He vented all the anger Chen Ledao and Lin Zirong gave him.

As for Hidezhong Yamamoto, he sat in the passenger seat with his mouth tightly shut, watching his nose, nose and heart, honestly doing his own little transparency.

Seeing Murata Sai and Yamamoto Hidezhong leave, Fourth Master slowly put down the teacup in his hand, a gratified smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth.

The gang leader was not stupid at all.

"Does the leader feel pity?" Fourth master turned to look at Lin Zirong.

He always knew what Lin Zirong wanted to do most in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have coughed twice to remind Lin Zirong.

Lin Zirong's smiling expression just now disappeared after Murata Zhai left. At this moment, Lin Zirong even felt empty in his heart when fourth master asked him this question.

He suddenly found that he couldn't find the drive that made him persist in working hard in Shanghai for decades.

Lin Zirong got up slowly, and he turned around to look at the picture of a tiger descending the mountain that he had hung up himself.

When a tiger goes down the mountain, it must be looking for food, and when looking for food, it will see blood.

When he saw this picture at the beginning of the year, he only felt that the tiger in the picture had an intimidating aura, which made people daunting.

But looking at the picture of the tiger descending the mountain carefully now, Lin Zirong can no longer feel the intimidating aura that once made people daunting.

Lin Zirong looked at the picture in silence for a long time, and there seemed to be memories in his eyes.

Suddenly, he shook his head and smiled, with a trace of mockery that could not be expressed in words.

"Is it a pity?"

He muttered what fourth master said, but he didn't answer, but just shook his head.

"It's old."

The fourth master looked at Lin Zirong, and as he watched, he suddenly noticed that this gang leader who had dominated the scene in Shanghai for decades had a lot of gray hair on his head.

This Huafa did not appear suddenly, but he only discovered it at this time.

Although I always knew that the gang leader was old, but it seemed that I just said this in my mouth before, but I didn't have a corresponding opinion in my heart.

Looking at it, Fourth Master also stood up, stood behind Lin Zirong, and looked at the picture of a tiger descending the mountain in front of Lin Zirong.

Back then, when the Ax Gang was first established, Lin Zirong and the members of the gang stood here and hung up this picture himself.

"Everyone, our Ax Gang has an official name today.
Remember it all for me, what we, the Ax Gang, have to do is this downhill fierce tiger!
Whoever dares to block our way, we have to be torn to pieces like tigers, chewed to pieces, and then swallowed by him."

Lin Zirong was covered with tendons, and his hair was bundled on his head like steel needles, standing upright, as if nothing could bend them.

He stood in front of everyone, full of spirits, pointing to the picture of a tiger descending the mountain hanging behind his back, and said loudly, which seemed to be a bit of a reprimand to Fang Qiu, and he was better than the sky.

Back then, Fourth Master was also standing in this position, also wearing a long robe, holding a folding fan, watching the gang leader bragging.

At that time, the people in the gang were all excited by the words of the gang leader, and they wanted to fight on the spot.

Only he, with a slight smile, watched the gang leader bragging.

At this moment, fourth master seemed to see the scene from that year again.

But suddenly, the picture shattered, and the strong man with fleshy body and hair like steel needles suddenly turned into this old man with a somewhat stooped body, gray, white and black gathered on one head.

Fourth master sighed slightly in his heart.

Lin Zirong doesn't say anything in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, Lin Zirong fits the title of hero.

It's a pity that Xiongxiong is late!

Fourth master knew that after today, the era when Lin Zirong dominated Shanghai Bund was over.

"Fourth Master, you said Anping. Is he capable of taking my position?"

The French Concession Board of Directors, the office building where the Board of Directors is located has become a mess, and the general director Mena yelled at the secretary in the office, venting his anger.

Just now, he has answered countless calls, all of them asking him why he ran out of water, why he ran out of electricity, and why he ran out of gas.

He's not a charter woman, he doesn't know why there are no such things!
The Public Board of Directors, the highest municipal organization and leading body in the French Concession, is in charge of most matters in the French Concession.

For example, the establishment of tax rates in concessions, the approval of tax reductions and exemptions, the sale and purchase of public property, the construction of roads, the construction of public facilities, the planning of urban development, etc., are all in the charge of the Public Board of Directors. Anyway, it has a lot of power.

In the early years, even the patrol room was under the management of the Public Directorate Bureau, but later the police department became independent, and the patrol room was under the jurisdiction of the police department.

Today, the Board of Directors and the Police Department can be said to be the two major institutions under the consulate.

The general director of the public board of directors and the director of the police force are almost exclusively under the consul in terms of power.They belonged to the second and third figures in the concession.

As for which is two and which is three, it depends on the person.

The sudden changes in the French Concession today caused many people to call Director Dong Mena.

It's nothing more than asking what happened, and then complaining.

Although Mena, the general manager, has a lot of power, all the people who call him are from the upper echelon of the concession, and he can ignore one or two.

But if it is the vast majority, even as the general manager, he has to be careful.

After all, there are quite a few people staring at his position as the general manager. If he wants to sit firmly, he also needs the support of those people, especially the French among them.

But at this moment, after answering so many calls, he knew nothing except that the concession had lost water, electricity, and breath.

Up to now, he is still confused, and he doesn't even know what's going on.

What went wrong, why the water and electricity were cut off, he didn't know at all.

Just as Mena was yelling at the female secretary in front of her, the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

"Dinglingling~~Dinglingling~~!!"

The ringtone was very rapid, as if it was urging the soul.

Mena's scolding stopped abruptly. Looking at the vibrating phone, he frowned deeply, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He waved his hand at the secretary, and the secretary hurriedly left the office as if he had been pardoned.

After closing the office door, the secretary let out a long breath, patted his chest,

But it was calm.

Mena took a deep breath to suppress the annoyance in his heart.

He picks up the phone.

"Mr. Mena, something has happened, our workers have collectively gone on strike!!"

As soon as he brought the phone to his ear, there was a loud roar that caught people off guard, and the voice was full of hasty emotions.

Mena first frowned dissatisfiedly, and then instantly noticed what the other party said.

strike!

Workers strike collectively! ! !

No matter where the strike is happening, it's definitely not a good thing.

"Who are you, and where are you on strike?" Mena held the phone tightly, and hurriedly asked with an anxious expression on his face.

There have also been examples of worker strikes in the concession before, and every strike is troublesome.

"I'm Anderson. The workers in our company have all gone on strike, and they've shut down the factory. Now I can't direct them."

Anderson spoke quickly on the phone, obviously not only Mena was in a hurry, Anderson was even more anxious than Mena now.The factory stopped running, and every minute was a loss of his interests.

Anderson.
Mena searched in his mind, and quickly remembered who this person was, and remembered matters related to this person's company.

Jimmy Anderson, a Frenchman, is the owner of Tram Lighting Co., Ltd.

Tram Electric Lamp Co., Ltd. owns the power and water supply franchise in the concession. The employees of this company have gone on strike and shut down the factory. No wonder the concession has cut off water and electricity! !
Finally found the source.

Mena was instantly furious. He finally found the accident maker, and he had someone to release his anger in an instant.

This damn bastard!
"Anderson, what happened to you, why did your workers go on strike, almost the entire concession has no water or electricity, do you know!!!"

Mena yelled on the phone, and the secretary who was still standing outside the door heard the roar inside, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, followed by a flash of joy.

Fortunately, I came out by myself.

"I know I know!!!" Anderson on the other end of the phone nodded and spoke quickly, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

He also answered a lot of calls just now, all of them were calling to ask him why the water and electricity were cut off.

Damn it, do you think I want to do this? Isn't it my money that I lost!

Jimmy Anderson cursed in his heart, but he still explained quickly.

"But I don't know what happened, the workers suddenly went on strike, and now some extreme workers even want to attack the company's office.

Mr. Mena, hurry up and help me find a way!These workers are crazy.

They don't look like a strike at all, they're more like a revolution. "

Anderson said anxiously, not only was he losing money, but he might be beaten up by those workers in a while, and his life might even be in danger.

Mena cursed at Anderson's words.

What can I do if your workers go on strike! !

"Why did the workers go on strike?! What the hell did you do!" Mena demanded.

"No, I didn't do anything, I was sitting in the office as usual, and suddenly someone came and told me that the workers were on strike, and I don't know why they did this"

"Okay, okay, you call the police department quickly and ask the police department to send someone to support you." Mena interrupted Anderson's long nonsense and said quickly.

Anderson said that the workers were crazy, storming the office, like a revolution.

Revolution!
If something serious happened, he would be scapegoated by then.

Mena hung up the phone, got up and walked quickly back and forth in the house, thinking quickly about how to deal with it.

Anderson called the police department, and there will be patrols to stabilize the order soon.

If there is any riot, it should be the responsibility of the police department and has little to do with me.

What I have to do now should be to quickly find a way to get the workers back to work, get the factories back up and running, and get the water, electricity, and electricity back in the concession.

With this thought, Mena had a general direction in his mind, and his anxious mood calmed down a little.

"Lucia, quickly contact me with other directors and ask them to come to the meeting immediately!!!"

Mena yelled outside.

Lucia, who was listening to the movement in the room, was startled by Mena's loud voice.

After realizing it, she quickly responded, and then patted her chest reassuringly.

But it was still calm.

(End of this chapter)