This was an unprecedented tragedy in Qingcheng, and even the Japanese did not dare to act like this.

Such a person is not worthy to be the overseer of a province, and he needs to be judged by the wrath of the people of Qingcheng.

Probably when the sun rises tomorrow, everyone will know about Zhang Zongchang's evil deeds.

But this was not enough, Deng Mingen, who took a deep breath, dialed the phone number that Shao Nianshi left for him when he left.

When Shao Nian, who didn't know anything about it in Jicheng, he was called by the old housekeeper from the guest courtyard to the living room of the main courtyard.

"Deng Mingen called me?"

Is there anything wrong with the situation?

Shao Nianshi was full of doubts, picked up the microphone on the desk, but after listening to the other party's first sentence, he stood up in shock.

"What do you say, and directly suppress it by force without any desire to negotiate?"

"Are there any casualties?"

Shao Nianshi frowned all of a sudden, and waited for the heart-wrenching number: "Eight people died on the spot, and dozens of people were injured by stray bullets." ”

"At that time, someone in the front row of the army should have left their hands......"

Not all of them died at such a close distance, which shows that there are still soldiers in Zhang Zongchang's army who still have good thoughts.

But now, there is no way to take care of the side, no matter how kind the soldiers are, under the hands of a brutal and bottomless general, they will become the most unreasonable murder weapons.

Do you want to get justice for the innocent workers who died?

That must start from the top of the entire army, that is, Zhang Zongchang, this kid.

As for the quickest way?

Naturally, let this kid die.

It sounds a lot easier all of a sudden.

But neither Shao Nianshi, who is a pure businessman, nor Deng Mingen, who is still promoting ideas, have the ability to do this.

Now, in Shandong, there is only one person left who can pose a threat to Zhang Zongchang.

That is Zheng Jinsheng, who is still trying to gather troops on the outskirts of Qingcheng and is up and down with Zhang Zongchang.

So, he had to do something to make it happen.

Shao Nian, who explained his thoughts to Deng Mingen and donated a sum of money to the families of the dead workers in the name of Dahua Textile Factory, was the first to hang up the phone.

According to the current situation, his situation is no better than that of the workers in Qingdao.

If Zhang Zongchang, who is in the middle of the day, turns his head and presses into Qingdao, can the old man of the Chu family, who has a high status, really be able to bear it?

Just when Shao Nianshi was sitting next to the telephone pondering things, Chu Kaipeng, who got the news, walked down from the stairs wearing his robe.

Now that Jecheng has entered late spring and the climate is getting warmer, this first master who walked out with only slippers did not have any solemn expression on his face.

He only sat opposite Shao Nianshi, smoked a bag of cigarettes, and when he got up to leave, he said a word to the young man: "Call Chu Shanzhi, Guo Deqiang, and He Jifeng." ”

"Just say what I said, hurry up and join Zheng Jinsheng. ”

"Push that old boy and let him face Zhang Zongchang. ”

"What's the matter with the stalemate outside the city, the money of the merchants of Jeseong is not blown by the wind. ”

"Just let them be in the army. ”

After speaking, the old man of the first family shook the robe on his shoulders and walked up the stairs with his hands behind his back.

Leaving a happy Shao Nian, he hurriedly called these warlords who had an extremely close relationship with him and the Chu family.

If it was in the past, these people were all the military forces of the Chujia faction, and they did not help each other when Zhang Zongchang and Zheng Jinsheng clashed.

But now, Zheng Jinsheng is completely at a disadvantage.

If he is allowed to be with Zhang Zongchang now, according to the conservative appearance of Zheng Jinsheng, an old fox, I am afraid that he will definitely back down.

They must show their support for Zheng Jinsheng so that Shandong's second-largest warlord will not be able to perceive the gap between him and Zhang Zongchang's department.

Only in this way can he have the courage to argue with the other party, so as to achieve a situation in Shandong that Zhang Zongchang's family will never be dominant.

Thinking of this, Shao Nian took a phone call to these people overnight.

The warlords who received the call had been in contact for a long time because of the relationship between the first family.

They didn't even have to cooperate, and they became friends in a circle in private.

Now it's just a gesture to get them on a show.

So, on a sunny morning the next day, Zheng Jinsheng, who was standing in the camp, received a telegram from various ministries in Shandong.

Zheng Jinsheng was really moved by these people's proposal to support the orthodox position of the Zheng family, share the profits with Zhang Zongchang, divide Shandong into Jiaodong and Jiaoxi, go hand in hand, and manage them in a coordinated manner.

No wonder he didn't have any suspicions.

Because the territories of these people who called him are all in the inland of Shandong, in the area under the jurisdiction of Jiaoxi.

Although they have always been working separately and getting along perfunctorily in the past, in the midst of great pressure and terror, it is only natural that they defect to themselves, the old warlords of Jecheng.

The first consultative meeting of the warlords of various stripes in Shandong proposed by them was very interesting.

Zheng Jinsheng, who made up his mind all of a sudden, is no longer as panicked as Zhang Zongchang was after he successfully settled in Qingdao.

His confidence comes from his similar strength and his business in Shandong for so many years.

From this incident, Zheng Jinsheng's ministry sent an invitation to Zhang Zongchang.

put his proposal in front of Zhang Zongchang.

At this time, Zhang Zongchang was in flames.

This old man, who is equivalent to being completely blind, is asking his adjutant to read him today's newspaper.

As a rogue general, the new Overseer wondered what the people of Qingcheng were about to react to his arrival.

Who would have thought that he had bought seven or eight local newspapers, and these seven or eight newspapers, even the tabloids that specialized in writing glamorous articles, were scolding him.

Call him a dog meat general, a manu general, call him a traitor, an executioner......

Everyone was condemning him, spitting on him, and wishing to die immediately.

Zhang Zongchang, who was angry and only wanted to make some fame now, slapped the table on the spot.

At this time, the herald sent by Zheng Jinsheng handed the letter to him, but it was not for Zhang Zongchang to transfer his anger to the Zheng family.

If it weren't for the fact that this old man of the Zheng family was always against him, he would have taken the power of Shandong in his hands a long time ago.

If he had already grasped the power of Shandong earlier, would he still cooperate with the Japanese to rob Wang Hanzhang of Qingdao?

Since you are working with the Japanese, you have to do things for others.

If you get the power you want, you have to sacrifice a little people.

In the final analysis, Zheng Jinsheng is not good.

Zhang Zongchang, who had a pimple on his brows, touched the gun on his waist, and agreed to the conditions of this meeting in one bite.

The warlords who were blocked by him from all walks of life outside Qingcheng, he could give them the right to pass.

Since he was going to negotiate with him, the overseer of Shandong.

Then the location must be chosen in Qingcheng.

Pull Wang Hanzhang and Wen Shude together, the big guy is also his subordinate.

As for the location, it will be decided on the former Qingcheng City Government.

Mayor Wang has been suspended by him indefinitely, and if it weren't for the fact that the waste is still recuperating, he would have been kicked out of Shandong by himself.

As for the time of negotiations, it will be set in three days.

After all, in order for the negotiations to proceed smoothly, the restless things in this city still need to be cleaned up.

After handing the affirmative answer and time to Zheng Jinsheng's herald, Zhang Zongchang called the commander of the first regiment under his command to the office.

"Although there are some suspicions of using a knife to kill chickens, you should go and run for it yourself. ”

"Take a squad of guards, go and arrest the editors of those newspapers for the fuck. ”

"All the printers that printed reactionary speeches were sealed for me. ”

"From now on, the newspaper industry in Qingcheng will have to be decided by my provisional government Zhang Zongchang. ”

"I also let those literati know whether I'm a big man or not. ”

After listening to Zhang Zongchang's order, the adjutant who was a civilian official standing next to him was still a little hesitant.

"Isn't this okay for the Overseers? I'm afraid it will cause a mutiny among the citizens of Qingcheng!"

Zhang Zongchang, who was sitting in his seat and had experience in beating and killing workers a few days ago, pouted indifferently.

"I'm afraid of a ball!"

"The gun is in our hands, if those people think about it again, give them a gun!"

"If that group of people is not afraid of bringing others down, they can make trouble!"

After speaking, Zhang Zongchang waved his hand and motioned for his adjutant to follow the regiment commander to handle this matter.

Before the arrival of the military conference, he wanted to clear Qingcheng and show the old hats from outside how beautiful Qingdao was under his rule.

Zhang Zongchang thought about this matter quite simply, only suffering the regiment commander who got the order and the adjutant who was implicated.

The two men looked at each other and divided the matter.

"You go to these stores in the east of the city, and I go to these stores in the west of the city, let's start as quickly as possible, for fear of causing a backlash." ”

The division of labor between the two is quite reasonable, and several large newspapers and a few small newspapers are mixed together.

The two sides divided their troops, one on the left and the other on the right, at the gate of the provisional government, and went straight to the goal.

It was now noon, and the editors-in-chief and reporters of the major newspapers were busy working on the manuscripts in the newspaper offices, and these two men rushed over with a large force and rushed to the two largest newspapers first.

The editors-in-chief of those tabloids ran away, and those who had been suspended for three or four days naturally went out of business.

But if the news leaks and the editors of these big newspapers run away, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles in the future.

So no matter what, the doors of Tsundere Daily and Jiaodong Times were broken one after the other.

A group of officers and soldiers entered the door without saying anything, and went straight to the office of the editor-in-chief.

Regardless of who wrote the article, it is always right to catch the editor-in-chief who made the article print.

"What are you doing!!bandits!robbers!!"

The bespectacled, skinny Sven editors are the opponents of these brave soldiers.

For the first time, the literati who were in charge of the interests of the tongue of a province and respected by all strata saw unreasonable soldiers.

Even though they struggled hard, and the colleagues around them tried their best to rescue them, they were still no match for the two soldiers, but they only collided sideways a few times, and escorted the people they wanted to bring out of the door of the newspaper.

Watching these military vehicles rumble and then rumble away, within a moment, the newspaper office was in shambles.

The editors, who had no clue, looked at each other, but didn't know who to turn to for help at this point.

"Call Boss Wang?"

"No, no, it's better to call Boss Huang!"

"The director of the political department of the northern government is my alumnus, so I'll call him!"

At this time, they can only use their biggest connections to rescue their editor-in-chief and their friends in various ways.

If this country is not even allowed to speak out, then how can we talk about the future!

The Qingcheng literati who felt that their status had been greatly challenged all took action, but just when they were furious and planned to give Zhang Zongchang a good look, the deputy editor-in-chief of Tsundere Daily, Deng Mingen, who used to be the most radical and enthusiastic among this group of people, was cold in his heart at this time.

Without him, he had seen Zhang Zongchang's rudeness, learned about his true character, witnessed indifferent death, and the other party's indifference to life.

Deng Mingen feels that the Qingcheng literary world is also in danger!

"I'm going to school, I'm going to Professor Pang! I want more people to know what Zhang Zongchang is!"

"Yes, we are going to the cultural meeting, we are going to call on more people to protest!"

Just when Deng Mingen was stunned, the colleagues around him actually said words that made his heart tremble.

Hearing this, he hurriedly spoke up to stop his colleague's next impulsive behavior.

"Don't!

"You listen to me, don't mess with Zhang Zongchang, have you all forgotten what is written in the newspaper today?"

"Didn't you see what happened to Su Shuwei?"

"Yesterday, the gun was aimed at my chest, if it weren't for Su Shuwei, today in the death list in the newspaper, there would be my name Deng Mingen. ”

"Do you say my temper, am I a person who is afraid of death?"

"Am I the kind of person who doesn't fight when I see injustice?"

"I'm not!!"

"Then why should I stop you?"

"That's because he, Zhang Zongchang, is completely different from Mayor Wang. ”

"I am sure that for the sake of official reputation, he Wang Zhenting will never dare to be rude to us and the students. ”

"But Zhang Zongchang, I really saw it, he didn't care about these things at all, reputation, public opinion, people's likes and dislikes, and even the northern government, couldn't restrain him. ”

"What do you think of Zhang Zongchang, who is the only family, makes you think of it?"

Hearing Deng Mingen's rather serious retelling, the originally excited colleague with a blushing face and a thick neck quieted down as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head.

He trembled back: "Old ...... Imperial Court ......"

Yes, a party leader who kills the heads of the people without much explanation to anyone.