Lu Chengzhou's words have a certain truth.

In the British Concession, the relationship between the patrol and the rickshaw driver was not harmonious.

Especially the British patrol, always looks arrogant.

Whether it is a rickshaw driver or other Chinese people, it is very inappropriate in words and actions.

Like Lu Chengzhou, it is rare to be able to communicate with the rickshaw driver in his own jurisdiction frequently.

Ordinary Chinese catchers are very contemptuous of rickshaw drivers, dock porters and other coolies.

"Didn't you investigate yesterday? What did you find? Ruan Jiangong said dissatisfiedly.

In fact, to investigate the rickshaw drivers, not only the patrol house was notified, but also the Detective Unit and the Special Service Unit were required to investigate the cause of the rickshaw drivers' strike.

It's just that there are no rickshaws left in the British Concession, how can they investigate?

Ruan Jiangong was originally very proud, he made preparations yesterday, and he will definitely come out on top today.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chengzhou did not make much progress.

"Patrol seat, since this morning, there is not a rickshaw in the concession, even if I have three heads and six arms, I can't find anyone, I can't help it." Lu Chengzhou spread his hands and said with a wry smile.

"There were still rickshaws in the concession yesterday, right?" Ruan Jian Gong asked.

"Yes, I went out on the street last night and asked. According to my investigation, there is only one reason for the rickshaw strike, and the inspection of their vehicles by the Ministry of Industry is slow, the attitude is poor, and they even have to beat people, of course they have to protest. Lu Chengzhou said.

"What's the solution? How can we interfere in the affairs of the British? Ruan Jian Gong sighed.

In fact, he also secretly investigated, as Lu Chengzhou said, the inspection of the rickshaw cushion by the Ministry of Industry Bureau was too slow, the attitude was very poor, and most importantly, they were delayed because of this.

"Patrol seats, can you suggest to the above to speed up the inspection of rickshaws, and make some compensation for delaying them to take over the work?" Lu Chengzhou said tentatively.

Although Zhang Baotou did not make a request, nor did he ask him, he tested the attitude of the British.

However, as an agent, these things do not need to be told by others.

Lu Chengzhou not only secretly helped the rickshaw drivers strike, but also tried to fight for their best interests.

All of this is not only out of Lu Chengzhou's conscience, but also his task.

After several contacts with Zhang Baotou, Lu Chengzhou discovered a phenomenon that a rickshaw driver like Zhang Baotou was actually a good intelligence collector.

There were more than 8,000 families of rickshaws in the British Concession, and these people were running on the streets all day long, and they would soon know what was happening in the British Concession.

and his address at No. 15 No. 24 Road, Lu Chengzhou did not tell Zhang Baotou, but he accurately found his home.

Even, Zhang Baotou said that he knew about it a few days ago.

Lu Chengzhou lived at No. 15 No. 24 Road, although it was not a secret operation, but some of the patrols on No. 24 Road did not know.

In the future, what does Lu Chengzhou need to inquire about, can he ask Zhang Baotou?

It can be seen that Zhang Baotou is a relatively active rickshaw driver in the British Concession.

Whether he is the leader of this strike or not, it will be useful to him.

"Do you think the British will budge? In my opinion, it is better to find a way to let the rickshaw quickly go to the car inspection and solicit customers on the road, which is the right way. Ruan Jiangong said coldly.

The British Concession has always been high, and it is absolutely impossible for them to bow their heads to lowly rickshaw drivers.

"I just told you the solution." Lu Chengzhou smiled.

"You are asking the British Concession to make concessions, how can they agree?" Ruan Jian Gong shook his head.

The arrogant British, who have never taken the Chinese seriously, how could they give in?

These people, only when they hit their heads and broke their blood, will they understand a truth, Chinese are actually not humiliated.

Without any conditions, it is impossible to let the rickshaw resume soliciting customers, Lu Chengzhou believes that this is impossible.

When Lu Chengzhou was about to leave Gordon Hall, he happened to meet Clay Senqi who stepped out of the car.

Seeing Lu Chengzhou, Clay Senqi beckoned to him.

"Your Excellency Claisenge." Lu Chengzhou ran over, saluted, and said in standard English.

"You should know about rickshaws, right?" Klaisenki had just come back from a spin on the street.

"Yes, it is said that they united to strike because they were beaten and scolded during the car inspection, and they delayed their work and did not compensate for it." Lu Chengzhou said immediately.

"Did you beat or scold the driver?" Klaisenki frowned.

If you want to check all the rickshaws of more than 8,000 households in the concession in a short period of time, it will definitely delay some people's time.

However, it was the first time he had heard of the Englishman beating and scolding the coachman.

In Claysenqi's view, all British people are gentlemen, how can they beat and scold the Chinese?

No matter how contemptuous the Chinese are in their hearts, they will not show it on their faces.

"Yesterday morning, I actually saw it." Lu Chengzhou glanced at Clay Senqi's expression and said softly.

"Do you have access to these rickshaw drivers?" Claisenki asked.

"It used to be, but now they're gone." Lu Chengzhou shook his head.

"Find them out and ask why they are striking and how they can get back to work." Claysenki commanded.

"Promise to complete the task, and I will report back to you in the afternoon." Lu Chengzhou's chest straightened and said firmly.

Lu Chengzhou has contact with Zhang Baotou, and they met last night, and he believes that Zhang Baotou will definitely come to him today.

Lu Chengzhou usually goes to No. 24 Road first, and then goes to No. 51 Road or Comber South Road.

Today, because of the rickshaw strike, there are a lot more pedestrians on the streets, and rickshaws are almost extinct.

Only those privately purchased chartered buses are still in the British Concession.

But they are not external, and they can only solve the problems of a few people.

When Lu Chengzhou passed by No. 12 No. 24 Road, he saw Sun Zhuling, wearing a suit and carrying a cowhide briefcase, walking out of the house.

Originally, Sun Zhuling had a car, but he actually walked today.

"Mr. Sun, why do you walk to work?" Lu Chengzhou stopped beside Sun Zhuling, slid off the bicycle, and pushed the cart parallel to Sun Zhuling.

"The car went to pick up the other workers." Sun Zhuling saw that it was Lu Chengzhou, nodded and said.

"Why don't I give you a ride?" Lu Chengzhou said politely.

"You can't waste your personal interests for official purposes, your car is for work, not for taking me to work." Sun Zhuling shook his head.

"Mr. Sun, when such a thing happens in the concession, as a representative of the Chinese in the concession, what do you think?" Lu Chengzhou asked casually.

After all, the Ministry of Industry Bureau inspected all the rickshaws in the concession because the people of Jardine Matheson were pricked in the ass by a spring.