People in the Republic of China era began to rise from industry.

Chapter 124 The Last Fire, the Night Before Destruction

A massive strike.

One aspect was the attempt to smear Chen Qiyuan and other textile manufacturers.

Deep down, Duan Xinde probably doesn't even realize that sometimes he unconsciously wants to show off his influence.

With just one sentence, he could bring most of Guangdong's industrial production to a standstill. How many people in the entire province besides him could do that?

Wealth that does not return home is like walking in brocade at night.

With such influence, if he doesn't flaunt it, he'll still be seen as a pimp who makes a living off women.

Thinking about it when it's quiet at night is still very painful.

I never expected that my first attempt at this would end in such a disastrous failure.

When he received the news, he was even more stunned than Chen Bonan.

"what happened?!"

After standing there for a moment, Duan Xinde's voice rose an octave when he came to his senses.

"Chen Qiyuan and many other factory owners came forward and, in the name of the Textile Federation, publicly increased the wages by two yuan on the street."

"They also said that bonded laborers were not included."

"But all the bonded laborers can continue to work in the factory. It's just that there will be no more foremen in the factories, and everyone will collect their own wages directly."

The subordinate who rushed back to report the news spoke tremblingly.

He witnessed the scene firsthand.

When Chen Qiyuan shouted from the paper megaphone that the factory would no longer have foremen and that everyone would collect their own wages, the entire Changti Avenue fell silent.

Finally, the foremen realized something was wrong and started shouting, "We can't do without foremen!"

But he was quickly drowned out by the angry crowd after only a few shouts.

Those poor wretches who usually endured beatings and scoldings went crazy.

If the police chief hadn't reacted quickly and deployed fire trucks to clear the group of people, more than one person would have died.

Thinking back on that scene still sends shivers down my spine.

He briefly explained the matter again, and Duan Xinde, whose face was already extremely ugly, immediately revealed murderous intent in his eyes.

"Did that guy surnamed Chen really say that?"

"It's true."

"hehe."

Duan Xinde chuckled, but his laughter was extremely eerie.

His subordinates in front of him were so frightened that they trembled.

"He's not going to give us any leeway at all."

Chen Qiyuan exposed this matter in public and even shouted that he didn't want the foreman, which can be considered as revealing his true colors.

These poor bastards are greedy for money, it's only natural.

And that's not even the worst part.

With Chen Qiyuan doing this, it's likely that this news will become widely known very soon.

This is not just cutting off his source of income, it's cutting off his livelihood!

How could he vent his anger if he didn't let Chen Qiyuan's whole family sell salted duck eggs?

However, there's no rush to resolve this matter; in any case, he's remembered this debt.

The most important thing now is to quell the current troubles as soon as possible.

Thinking for a moment, he turned his head and asked, "Has the police station made any arrests?"

"No, people were very angry at the time, and Director Wu was afraid of causing trouble, so he didn't dare to order the arrest."

"Where are those poor bastards?"

"They've all gone back to work."

"...Damn it, they really know how to be greedy for money."

Duan Xinde cursed and ordered, "Prepare the car, we're going to the municipal government!"

He knew very well that in this kind of situation, swift and decisive action was necessary.

Arrest those who should be arrested, and kill those who should be killed.

As long as the methods are ruthless enough, these poor bastards won't be able to turn the world upside down.

Not to mention, he has indentured contracts with everyone.

With black ink on white paper and red handprints, do you really think he's been reading newspapers for nothing all these years?

……

Several cars drove out of Shamian Island and headed straight for the city government office.

Having a contract of indenture in hand, Duan Xinde doesn't plan to personally handle the first stage of suppressing the poor.

He's been pulling strings all these years; it's time for these officials to step in.

Let these troublemakers and despicable bastards see what a trap really is.

First, suppress the poor people with official authority, then kill the few who are causing trouble... This is the second stage. Once this is done, the matter is considered closed.

With these thoughts in mind, Duan Xinde stormed into the municipal government office, only to be met with a blow before he could even utter a word.

"Director Chen said he wants to thoroughly investigate today's strike?"

"It's a call from the provincial government office, made personally by Secretary Qin."

The deputy director of the municipal government, a long-time associate, also looked anxious: "Brother Duan, how can you just throw around something like a strike like this?"

"Do you know that this is taboo?!"

"I'm not going to the government office..."

Are you out of your mind?

The deputy director interrupted him directly: "If this kind of thing escalates, can the Commissioner's Office stay out of it?"

"Even Director Chen is going to get stressed!"

He grew increasingly angry and stopped being polite: "Don't you know what kind of shit is stuck to your ass?"

"A foreman leading a bunch of bonded laborers in a march? Damn it, how could you even think of that!"

Just as he was cursing, his secretary rushed in: "Director, the Yangcheng News has published a supplement."

As he spoke, he handed the newspaper in his hand to the deputy director.

'Whose fault is it that foremen are so rampant? The government cannot escape blame!'

The deputy director felt dizzy after just reading the headline on the front page.

As expected, the fire eventually spread to the government.

"Oh shit."

Duan Xinde, who also realized that things were starting to get out of control, cursed through gritted teeth.

Then he said, "Director, should I have someone smash up the newspaper office right now?"

The deputy director glanced at him, his eyes filled with hatred.

Smashing a newspaper office? Believe me, this will be known all over the country by tomorrow.

He took a deep breath and barely managed to suppress the urge to hit someone.

He has that much moral sense: he takes money to solve problems for people.

I'm also a little reluctant to give up this stable source of income.

He thought for a moment and said, "Two things need to be done immediately."

"First, Brother Duan, you need to mobilize all the people you've befriended and find a way to appease Director Chen."

"Second, find a few scapegoats to push out and give the public an explanation as soon as possible."

"...Admit defeat?"

Duan Xinde looked indignant as he uttered those two words.

So damn frustrating!

"Where there's life, there's hope."

"Brother Duan, at a time like this, saving your life is the most important thing."

The deputy director patiently reassured him, "Brother Duan, you should know the saying, 'Killing is the only way to appease public anger.'"

"If things really get out of control, no one can save you."

Hearing this, Duan Xinde's facial muscles twitched a few times, but he finally nodded...

With expert guidance, Duan Xinde's actions were not slow.

However, Lin Yi was faster.

Since his opponent had offered him ammunition, he was naturally going to use it to his heart's content.

The supplement to Yangcheng News was just the first shot.

His second move was to address the public outcry that high-ranking officials were worried about.

As for the third shot, it was that night when Ah Sheng took a gasoline can to a small textile factory in the suburbs and set it on fire.

Lin Yi planned to use this fire to completely wipe out some people...