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Chapter 1412: Acquaintance? Tokyo I Know (First Update, Please Subscribe)
"Thank you for taking the time to listen to my speech. I am very encouraged by your support..."

Finally, after the speech, after thanking the few "audiences", when Yukio Yamashima was talking to his friends, someone came up to him and suggested inviting him to lunch so that they could exchange views.

Yukio Yamashima looked at the man who appeared in front of him from nowhere. At first, he even thought that the other party was from the Security Bureau, but this guy's expression was completely kind, and there was no expression on his face that was usually seen during an arrest operation.

"Let's go to the restaurant across from the Yasuda Auditorium."

Imura added,
"How about Japanese food?"

The sun shines through the ginkgo leaves on the wide tree-lined avenue. In late autumn, the Ginkgo Avenue of the University of Tokyo turns into a golden fairy tale world. This avenue leads from the main gate of the University of Tokyo to the Yasuda Auditorium, with ginkgo trees on both sides that are several decades old. Looking in the direction of the Yasuda Auditorium, facing the soft sunlight, Yamashima Yukio replied softly:

"Why not? I don't know why I feel like there might be some unexpected gains."

Yukio Yamashima looked at the man in front of him again. "He is not tall but he is a very strong man."

he thinks,

"Perhaps, he was a soldier. He might have been a soldier of the old empire."

"Yes, I think so too."

So Yamashima Yukio and Imura walked along Ginkgo Avenue towards the Yasuda Auditorium over there...

Conspiracies always brew in dark rooms.

What did Yamashima Yukio and Imura talk about in the Japanese restaurant opposite the Yasuda Auditorium that day? No one knows, but from that day on, the people of the Security Department found that Yamashima Yukio, the troublesome guy, finally stopped causing trouble.

He seemed to have disappeared.

But for the Security Agency, Yukio Yamashima is just the most inconspicuous person they pay attention to. Besides him, there are many other people who need their attention. After all, in the context of long-term economic downturn and rising unemployment rate, people's dissatisfaction is always accumulating.

What about opposing the security treaty, what about opposing the exploitation of foreign companies?

In short, at this time in Japan, there were too many people opposing this and that. Almost every day, in the industrial areas outside Tokyo, there would be people holding signs and shouting loudly.

"Oppose, objection!"

People's voices were in unison. Standing in the crowd, Takuichi Yamaguchi, like everyone else, had a white cloth tied around his head and a banner in his hand that read "Oppose foreign sweatshops that enslave the Japanese."

While hundreds of people loudly "objected", the police stood by and did nothing to maintain order. They would only take action if these people hurt others or prevented workers from working. Until then, they could only stand here.

However, they have long been accustomed to this kind of thing.

It would be a bit strange if no one there did that.

"What a bunch of idiots."

In a Wuling police car not far away, Officer Ota Masaaki took a look at those people and then complained:
"Don't they know that without foreign investment and these factories, more Japanese will be unemployed? By then, even if their wives and daughters become prostitutes, they may not be able to find buyers!"

Xiaosong on the side agreed:
"Yes, yes, this is not the time when the war just ended. At that time, there were foreign occupying forces everywhere."

Once upon a time, when the war had just ended, the only way for the Japanese to survive was to sell their bodies. Fortunately, there were foreign occupying forces everywhere at that time, and the women would not even ask the foreign soldiers for money. They would only ask for a bar of soap to sleep with them.

After they exchange items such as soap, socks, leather shoes and even clothes, they will take them to the market and sell them to second-hand shops. Those items are more valuable than money.

"So-and-so's wife or daughter is worth only a bar of soap."

For a long time, this was an insult, but it was true. For a long time after the war, this was their only source of income.

Those once extremely proud imperial soldiers, and even some officers, could only ride bicycles with their wives to Ginza, near the camps of foreign occupation forces. Their wives would accompany the foreigners in a nearby shed in exchange for a bar of soap or a box of canned food.

And what about the husband?

They stood outside the base, looking at the former camp through the barbed wire - they once served there, and when they left the barracks, passers-by would bow to them, and on the tram, people would bow to give up their seats.

At that time, how glorious was the imperial soldiers, and how glorious was the spirit of Bushido.

However, with the Emperor's edict to end the war, Japan became a completely different country after its surrender, and poverty and hunger always shrouded Japan.

That winter, despite aid from the United States, the women had to sell the only thing they could sell, their bodies, in order to fill their stomachs and in exchange for heating and coal.

They were undoubtedly lucky because at that time there were millions of foreign occupying troops in Japan, Americans, British, Australians, and... In short, there were enough patrons to patronize their business.

But now?
Although there are still American and foreign troops stationed in Japan, their numbers are limited. Even if they sell themselves, there are not enough customers!

"What a bunch of idiots!"

Oota Masaichi cursed, holding the baton in his hand, muttering: "Damn, if only there were lead-coated batons. Such a stick wouldn't hurt at all when hitting someone..."

Oota Masaichi was thinking about where he would hit someone if he was about to do so. He looked at the factory nearby and saw that the door was closed.

The "Hongdou Garment Company" employs more than 3000 workers, who live and eat in the factory, work more than sixteen hours a day, and basically work all year round.

Those who have experienced the old era in Daejeon know that the workers there are almost the same as the contract laborers of decades ago. The only difference is that their employers are foreigners.

"Oh, they should just stay there quietly!"

Just as the police officers were chatting, suddenly a shrill alarm sounded from the factory. The startled people looked towards the factory and saw several columns of smoke coming out of the factory.

"what happened?"

Datian and others ran towards the factory. As soon as they arrived at the gate, they saw black smoke everywhere and flames rising to the sky. The factory building in front of them was covered with blazing flames, like a huge torch, illuminating the earth, and from time to time there were cries and screams.

"Why is there a fire?"

Takuichi Yamaguchi and others also looked towards the factory. They temporarily forgot what they were doing and gathered outside the factory gate. They saw a raging fire burning in the factory. Flames continued to pour out from the windows of the factory, accompanied by thick black smoke, turning the entire factory into a living hell.

The workers who were at work fled in panic, and the factory was in chaos.

The Japanese had experience in firefighting. After all, they had been burned by the US military's B29 Super Fortresses for almost a whole year.

Because of this, the Japanese have the most experience in firefighting and rescue in the world. They know that when a fire breaks out, they should take immediate measures to stop the fire from spreading.

But what was unexpected was that today, when Yamaguchi Takuichi and others saw the fire, they all stood there, motionless, and even had a somewhat weird smile on their faces.

Seeing this, Ota Masahiro shouted:
"What the hell are you all doing there? Didn't you see the fire?"

"Haha, burn them all! Burn down all the foreign factories!"

"Just burn down their factories!"

"This is Heaven's punishment for foreigners!"

For a moment, there was cheering outside the factory. This scene made Datian and others dumbfounded. He pointed at the chaotic factory and shouted:

"Don't you see, those people are Japanese? They are the ones who are hurt now!"

Facing the police's shouts, Yamaguchi Takuichi sneered:
"They are just willing to be foreign running dogs. What's there to sympathize with? Oh, I can't forgive them. They actually put out the fire. They are helping foreigners!"

The scene was in chaos.

At this time, a shrill siren sounded, and several fire trucks came rushing over, but these guys blocked the fire trucks and shouted:

"This is a foreign factory, we can't go put out the fire!"

As the fire truck moved forward, Yamaguchi Takuichi and others shouted:
"Running dog, Japanese traitor!"

"Japanese traitors! Foreign running dogs..."

Hearing their shouts, Oota Masaichi was completely dumbfounded... He couldn't believe these hideous-looking guys in front of him, do they still have any humanity?

Obviously, these guys are inhumane, but the people on the fire truck did not stop because of their obstruction, but rushed forward at a slow speed. At the same time, Ota Masaichi blew the whistle and waved his baton to teach those guys what an iron fist attack is.

Finally, the people outside the factory gate were dispersed and the fire truck rushed into the factory.

The fire truck stopped in front of the factory building and fired water cannons at the factory building.

Several jets of water were sprayed into the windows to control the flames. It took almost several hours for the flames to be extinguished. A few wisps of embers and smoke floated out of the windows, indicating that the fire was under control.

At the same time, firefighters also rushed into the factory to rescue people.

Reporters who rushed over from nearby also captured the following scene: a firefighter with his face blackened by smoke watched the people in the fire come out from behind; someone nearby tried to stop the fire from being extinguished.

On one side, there was a tense rescue operation, and on the other side, the police used batons to beat those who tried to block the rescue. Despite facing violence, they still tried to stop it.

This photo with sharp contrast naturally made it to the newspaper.

"A fire broke out in a foreign sweatshop, killing dozens of workers."

(End of this chapter)