Besides, isn't it true that he endured humiliation and burdens, and desperately lived to get ahead?

Once you gain power, you will inevitably trample these untouchables under your feet.

Otherwise, what is he working so desperately to gain authority!

Therefore, when the soldiers brought out behind Zhang Zongchang were hesitant and moved because of Deng Mingen's speech, Zhang Zongchang was unmoved, and he still wanted to be ruthless.

The group of people on the other side are so unfamiliar with each other, shouldn't they be so frightened that they run away in a hurry when these military masters drive over?

Why do you dare to have so much courage to squat in front of the factory gate, and even a literati like this thin monkey dares to stand in front of him, pointing at the tip of his nose and reasoning with himself?

It is simply a provocation to his supreme authority, and it is simply an incomprehensible mob!

Dealing with mobs like scoundrels, he Zhang Zongchang is really too experienced.

What nonsense with these people?

All you need to do is put a gun down to quickly suppress it.

"Listen to me!"

"First Row Raise Guns!!"

Zhang Zongchang's violent snort made those soldiers subconsciously make corresponding movements according to their body instructions.

Rows of black muzzles pointed at the dazed, bewildered, even unbelievable workers.

Before they could react, they heard the supreme commander in the field, and the most powerful man in the province, shouting: "Shoot!"

This platoon of ten gunners is only a small squad in Zhang Zongchang's escort company.

It is precisely because of their cronies that the soldiers, who have a natural sense of convincing about the order, pull the trigger in this way.

Deng Mingen, who was standing at the front of the team, was stunned, and after hearing Zhang Zongchang's order, his first reaction was more anger and sadness for the people and things behind him.

He closed his eyes in resignation......

Although Deng Mingen recognized from the outset that revolution naturally comes with sacrifice, there are more dangers to speaking up for the lower class in this chaotic environment.

But he never imagined that he would be personally ordered to be killed by a Chinese, a ruling chief who was supposed to protect their class.

Deng Mingen, who mourned more than his heart died, closed his eyes with great grief.

He waited for death to come, and even in what he thought was the last moment of his life, he thought that this time, how many of the workers behind him would walk into the arms of death, just like him.

"Bang bang bang!"

Then there was the sound of gunshots, buzzing in Deng Mingen's ears.

But the death he was waiting for did not come as expected, and a heavy body lay on top of him, throwing him to the ground, perfectly avoiding Zhang Zongchang's round of shots.

The huge pain of colliding with the ground made Deng Mingen subconsciously open his eyes, and threw him to the ground, and the person who protected him was his comrade-in-arms Su Shuwei, who was fighting with him.

This middle-aged man, who was nearly ten years older than him, saved his life with his excellent reflexes.

Even when he was stunned, he roared at him, trying to pull back his mind: "Retreat! Retreat!"

"Zhang Zongchang is not a rational person! He is different from those warlords who have traditionally made a fortune!!"

"He's a vicious dog! He's not a human being at all!"

We can't judge by the character of ordinary high-ranking people and all faces, and we can't even judge Zhang Zongchang as a person.

He is a person whose likes and dislikes are all based on his mood, and he is a person who has no major concept of right and wrong, or even a basic view of right and wrong.

Such people are too dangerous.

When the strength cannot be equal to him, you must not have a head-to-head confrontation with such a person.

That kind of person, that kind of heart, can only cause senseless sacrifices.

They are all people with brains, and for the sake of the future, they can't just rush forward with their enthusiasm now.

There's only one thing they can do......

"Evacuate, everyone!"

"Run, run to familiar places!!Let's go!Let's go!!"

Su Shuwei, who was lying on Deng Mingen's body, shouted out the order of he, the second leader of the parade organization.

And those workers who suddenly didn't know where to go finally had a normal person's reaction after hearing Su Shuwei's order.

'......Coaxing' immediately dispersed in private, running in different directions, without looking back.

There were only a few comrades from the trade union left, and they ran two steps towards the location of Su Shuwei and Deng Mingen, and under Zhang Zongchang's malicious eyes, they set up the two people as quickly as possible, and fled in opposite directions.

In just a few moments, the strike site, which had been neatly silent, became empty.

Zhang Dujun, who was standing in front of the army, touched his well-made armed belt and laughed proudly: "Hahaha, fight with Lao Tzu!

"Don't you know that the one with the gun is the uncle? Go, you follow me, let's go for a walk in the Japanese factory!"

After saying that, he took his escort team and went straight to the largest of the six factories.

Just kidding, if the other party doesn't give him some visible reward, it really can't be said.

When several factory directors of the Japanese side were dancing to appreciate Zhang Zongchang's ability, they heard a report from their subordinates that this ruthless overseer of Shandong at the time actually came straight to their office.

The Japanese factory director, who didn't know where the other party came from, didn't dare to slack off at all, and prepared the refreshments at the request of his henchmen, so he welcomed the uninvited Overseer.

But after this group of Japanese heard Zhang Zongchang's intentions clearly, their faces turned green one by one.

He even asked them for the expenses of this expedition, and said that his grain and grass officer had calculated that after he successfully drove the workers away, he would leave a lot of money for these six factories.

Coupled with the pro-Japanese high-pressure policy that will be implemented in the entire Shandong Province after he takes power, these Japanese will take advantage of it no matter what.

In Zhang Zongchang's eyes, it is natural for people to take money for doing things.

He was in the surprised eyes of the Japanese factory owners, waiting for the other party to make a small report to their captain Tanaka.

Who would have thought that Tanaka on the other end of the phone laughed out loud after hearing Zhang Zongchang's reaction.

How good is such a warlord, as long as there is a price for doing things, it has nothing to do with right or wrong, as long as the ruthless person on the other side of the money is a friend of the Japanese, wouldn't it be more economical for the Japanese officials.

There is no need to be like the former Japanese consul, who has been constantly lobbying the mayor of Qingcheng and has been committed to befriending Wang Hanzhang.

Now they only need to pay the new overseers food, grass, money, and fair arms deals, and they can do what they want to do in China......

That's a lot of money, isn't it?

Give must give!

You Japanese businessmen sent from major consortia, don't think that we don't know if we're stationed in the base.

In the future, who will be the happiest person in the land of China, apart from the Great Japanese Empire, is you merchants who cannot afford to make a profit.

In this vast land, the wealth of Japanese merchants is immeasurable.

The other party is a provincial overseer, but he just asked you for 100,000 oceans, and the six families can get together casually, and they can take it out immediately.

After receiving the call, Captain Tanaka not only did not make decisions for these merchants, but praised Zhang Zongchang's way of doing things, and ordered them, the businessmen, who only knew how to make money, as the supreme commander of the Japanese garrison in Qingcheng...... Hurry up and get the money!

As a result, the phone hung up, and the situation of those Japanese factory owners was even more unpleasant.

They looked at each other and smiled bitterly, then stood in front of Zhang Zongchang and bowed in unison to apologize.

As for the subordinates behind them, they took their promissory notes and went to pick up the money.

No factory would have placed such a fortune directly in this unguarded factory office, and today is not the time for the factory to be accounted for.

Zhang Zongchang has great patience for the benefits he has received, he just sat on the sofa in the Japanese factory, waiting for his own money to be credited.

But he never imagined that what he had just done outside the factory would not only disperse the unarmed workers, but also take the most precious lives of eight innocent people.

When Zhang Zongchang led his troops into the Japanese factory, some of the workers who had scattered and fled dared to sneak back along the same road.

Among these returning workers, there was Deng Mingen, who was taken away, and Su Shuwei, who saved Deng Mingen, was rushed to the hospital because of a gunshot burn in his back.

As for why Deng Mingen returned to this tragic scene, he probably thought the same as the workers who had acquaintances among them, to see if their friends or relatives were still alive, and to at least put their bodies in a place where they could be properly placed.

So they came in a sparse manner, some of them weeping, and some of them were indifferent.

With only eight corpses, the target sought became extremely obvious.

The returnees wept as they carried the dead, and as they left, they looked at the Japanese textile mills with anger and hatred.

But even if their anger turned into substance, it still caused any substantial harm to Zhang Zongchang who was sitting inside.

For these people, it is as if to die is to die in vain.

Deng Mingen, who followed behind this group of wailing and weeping people, stood for a long time in the blood-soaked reddish-brown sandy land.

After a long time, he saw that the troops belonging to Zhang Zongchang inside had returned from the same way, and as if nothing had happened, they went away with the money they had extorted, and they didn't even give him a single look, a thin literati.

All of this made Deng Mingen angry.

Because he saw the look in the eyes of the workers who had left with their relatives and friends on their shoulders.

There was no longer the original closeness, admiration, and fearless support and trust in those eyes, and all they had left was a deep combing and a resignation to give up.

Deng Mingen felt that after today, the strike of the workers in these six Japanese textile factories could no longer be organized.

At least in Shandong, where Zhang Zongchang exists, I am afraid that he will never be able to see the workers who bravely fight for their own interests.

After all, only trade union members who are enthusiastic and can only be reasonable cannot compete with Zhang Zongchang.

The possibility of forcing the upper echelons out to make equal trade swaps will be reduced to zero from today.

And so much work done by their party in Qingcheng was reduced to nothing just because of this row of bullets.

How can this make him Deng Mingen willing, how can such a person be allowed to run rampant in this world!!

Deng Mingen, who had been standing here, squeezed his fists harder and harder, and then said to himself in his heart in a voice that no one could hear: "No matter how strong the enemy is, there will always be his weaknesses." ”

"Zhang Zongchang, who is unrighteous and helpless, impolite and shameless, is an outlier of the Shandong race. ”

"When those people really can't stand him, it's the best time for us to take revenge!"

"Now only public opinion can deal with him, and there is a much stronger military armed force. ”

"Who is it? Zhang Zuolin in the north, the revolutionary army in the south? Yes, the National Revolutionary Army, they are the armed forces that are likely to defeat and will never absorb them. ”

"I can find a friend for help!

Thinking of this, Deng Mingen cheered up again, he dragged his legs, which were stiff from standing for a long time, and rushed to the city with all his strength.

There are still a lot of things to deal with in the follow-up of this matter.

Eight innocent workers who were killed could not just die so silently.

He wants to write it out, record it, and let everyone know what kind of thing Zhang Zongchang is!!

Deng Mingen, who was running, ran for a long time.

By the time he rushed back to the newspaper office, the lights were already on.

Su Shuwei, who was only slightly injured, has been placed in the hospital, and after the doctor has done a simple treatment of his burns, he can be discharged home after the three-day observation period has passed.

At this time, Deng Mingen had to launch an internal fundraiser in the trade union first.

The purpose was to give the families of the eight deceased people a little money to help them survive.

No matter what, they all have an unshirkable responsibility.

No matter how much I said, there was nothing tangible to help the families of these workers.

As for public opinion, there was no need for Deng Mingen to write it himself, and the organizers of the trade union, who had experienced this incident with Deng Mingen, rushed to the city to write articles on the crusade as early as when everyone was scattered.