There are few people here in Shen Kai, and the heroes don't suffer the losses in front of him, he snorted coldly and said, "The surname is Xu, don't let me find your handle!" ”

Xu Tingge unscrupulously sprayed a puff of smoke on Shen Kai's face, and said quietly: "Boy, fight with me, are you enough, you were still a middle school student when I was an agent." ”

Shen Kai waved his hand: "Withdraw!" "The agents who led the Secret Service slipped away.

Xu Tingge said: "It's good to go, don't send it." The little agents next to him all laughed triumphantly.

Looking back at Wang Zeru again, the limping figure flashed in the alley.

"Go back." Xu Tingge threw away the cigarette and strode away, the hem of his windbreaker rolling in the cold wind, which was called a style.

Shen Kai returned to the office and called all his subordinates to find a way to find trouble with Xu Tingge, and a team leader said: "The surname Xu has a close relationship with the provincial government, and there may be discoveries from this aspect." ”

"I remember when you say that." Shen Kai's mind turned quickly, "The Jiangdong Times office was smashed, and the Police Department has not been able to find out the eyebrows so far, so it must be involved with the Central Union, so I will investigate this matter immediately." ”

The spies immediately took action and began to keep an eye on the tips of the central commanders, and soon they saw the opportunity to catch a peripheral person, escort him to the dungeon to light up the torture equipment, and recruited him without using the torture at all, and it was indeed Xu Tingge who sent someone to smash the newspaper office, the purpose was to pour dirty water on Chen Zikun.

However, this little thing alone can't defeat Xu Tingge at all, and he must borrow his strength, the most powerful person in Jiangdong is Chen Zikun, and Shen Kai immediately went to the Fenglin Road mansion with a confession.

When I came to the official residence, I knew that Chen Zikun had gone to Beitai to inspect, but his old classmate Lin Wenlong was here, and Shen Kai chatted with him, chatting and mentioning a person, Wang Zeru of Jiang University.

"Brother Zeru is just a part-time professor, he doesn't usually teach much in school, it's not easy to find him, why, do you know him?" Lin Wenlong didn't know Shen Kai's identity, and thought he was a simple communication technology official.

Shen Kaidao: "Professor Wang is from Jiaotong University and has quite attainments in the field of radio, so I would like to ask him for advice." ”

Lin Wenlong said: "Okay, I met him to make an appointment for you, by the way, I remembered that he is related to a young teacher from the provincial senior high school." ”

"Oh, what's that man's name?"

"Forgot ......"

Shen Kai didn't ask any more questions, just silently remembered this clue.

Lin Wenlong said: "I'll go to Shanghai in a few days, won't you go back together?" ”

Shen Kai excused himself from going home for the New Year under the pretext that he was busy with work, and after a while, he took his leave and immediately set out to investigate all the young male teachers in the provincial senior high school.

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The Spring Festival of 1947 is approaching, the People's Liberation Army did not take advantage of the victory to attack Beitai after the annihilation of the 265th Division, but returned to the original defense with a large number of trophies, and the traffic police corps quickly filled the vacancy, occupied several important mines, and ensured the supply of raw materials for the Beitai ironworks, and the situation is developing in a good direction.

The railway from the provincial capital to Jiangbei was often sabotaged by small groups of guerrillas, and transportation was interrupted.

The convoy drove on the Freedom Avenue along the river, and there were no traces left by the war in all directions, and there were patches of camphor trees on the river embankment, and Mayor Xiao Lang, who accompanied him, said: "In summer, the camphor trees are lush and green, and the river side is a beautiful scenery, and the people like to come here to enjoy the coolness." ”

Chen Zikun nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the chimney in the distance and said, "What kind of place is that, some eyes are born." ”

Xiao Lang said: "It used to be the Jiangbei Electric Light Factory, and later the Japanese built an ordnance repair factory, and now we have rebuilt it into the Jiangbei United Machinery Company, which can imitate Japanese-style mountain artillery, artillery shells, and small arms production lines, and bullets and grenades can be self-sufficient." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Can civilian things be produced? ”

Xiao Lang said: "Jiangbei United Machinery Company's tricycles, marketed in Beiping, Shanghai and Nanjing, are in short supply, we are developing automobiles, and strive for the success of trial production next year." ”

Chen Zikun became interested: "Let's go, go and see." ”

When the convoy came to the gate of Jiangbei United Machinery Company, it saw a team of workers in blue canvas overalls rushing in at the door, each holding a cardboard card in their hands, and pressing it in the machine at the door before entering the door.

"This is a punch card machine, which can record the time of work, and those who arrive late and leave early are recorded." Xiao Lang introduced.

Entering the factory, neat and clean, spotless, the machine roars, the workshop glass is extremely bright, the workers are busy wearing uniform canvas overalls, there are special rail cars to pull the semi-finished products to the adjacent assembly workshop, and a mortar is facing the sky, and the barrel is shining.

In the stamping workshop, the production line is producing steel helmets and iron pots at the same time, anyway, the process is almost the same, military and civilian are not delayed, Chen Zikun picked up a wok and bounced, the thickness is uniform, the materials are solid, and the cooking utensils produced by the folk workshop are much stronger.

After visiting the United Machinery Company, Chen Zikun and his entourage went to the ironworks in the east, where the infrastructure was originally destroyed in the war, but the Japanese rebuilt the iron works, and the blast furnaces and coke ovens were produced by Kawasaki Heavy Industries in Japan, with an annual production of 200,000 tons of high-quality iron and 50,000 tons of steel, accounting for more than one-tenth of the country's steel output.

Looking at a fiery furnace of molten iron, Chen Zikun asked, "How about the supply of iron ore and coke?" ”

Mu Yichen, the general manager of the ironworks, replied: "During the war, we were somewhat affected, but we have a way to ensure the supply of iron ore, and it is not a problem for coke to have a coking plant nearby." ”

"How, what's the way? It's not going to be an agreement with **. Chen Zikun suddenly stopped.

Mu Yichen has been his old friend for many years, so he naturally has no fear, and said calmly: "Yes, we have an agreement with the Jiangbei Column to give them a head according to the tonnage of iron ore, they don't want fiat currency, they want steel, but how can steel be given as military materials, and in the end, we take a step back, and we use civilian materials to offset the account, such as iron pots or something." ”

The people present were all descendants, Mu Yichen did not have any scruples when he said this, Chen Zikun's face was also cloudy and clear, and said: "Jiangbei was originally a barren land, and it took us decades of sweat to build it into an important town in Jiangdong, the country's industrial base, no matter how the war situation deteriorates, Beitai must be saved, this is an industrial city, if you want chaos, you must start with the workers, and you must guard against the trade union activities organized by the *** organization, they are very demagogic." ”

Everyone took a small notebook and recorded it, nodding their heads from time to time.

Chen Zikun said: "By the way, how is the treatment of the workers, are there any troubles?" ”

Mu Yichen said: "Prices are soaring, currency depreciation, and now the monthly salary of ordinary workers has reached about 150,000 US dollars, which is only ten US dollars, barely enough to feed a family, fortunately, the welfare of our enterprise is good, workers are covered with food and housing, canteens buy rice and meat from the countryside, the cost can be controlled, and workers have 30 meal tickets per month, which can be exchanged for cash or rice." ”

Xiao Lang interjected: "The price of a meal ticket for an ironworks on the black market is comparable to that of US dollars, which can cause a lot of trouble for our financial work. ”

Everyone laughed, and Chen Zikun said with great interest: "Let's go, go to the canteen and have a look." ”

Just happened to meet the canteen for dinner, a huge hall, there are hundreds of tables in it, a row of windows to serve all kinds of meals, workers can use iron dinner plates to play vegetables in the window to sit down and eat slowly, you can also use the lunch box to take the food home, Chen Zikun took a dinner plate, and the workers worked in the window to eat, Mu Yichen helped him pay for the meal ticket, played a rice and a meat and a vegetarian two dishes, there are several large thermos buckets in the corner, containing porridge and egg soup, you can take unlimited amounts, It is worth noting that all the utensils here are made of steel, including tables, chairs, and cutlery, and even the chopsticks are made of iron.

After eating, he was about to end the visit, when Chen Zikun suddenly found a group of workers gathered at the gate, as if they were about to make trouble, so he asked Mu Yichen to go over and ask, it turned out that the workers were fighting for a young worker and protesting against the factory's wanton dismissal of the workers.

"There is nothing wrong with this petty worker stealing scrap iron from the factory and selling it for money, and he is fired according to the factory rules, and the sympathy of the workers is in the wrong place." Mu Yichen explained.

Chen Zikun said: "It's better to understand the facts, and you should have enough to eat." Saying that, he walked over first, and a group of people hurriedly hugged him.

The workers saw a large group of well-dressed big people coming to Hulala, and their arrogance was somewhat reduced, Chen Zikun and Yan Yuese asked what was the matter, and an older old worker said: "Erxi took some scraps from the factory in order to support the old lady, and fired him, and his mother and mother had no way to live. ”

Chen Zikun looked at the kneeling young workers in the crowd and said, "Did you take the scrap iron from the factory?" ”

The young man was only twenty years old, wearing a year's dirty work clothes, and said with a sad face: "I know it's wrong, I won't dare next time." ”

"There's another time!" The foreman of the factory guard shouted, holding a leather whip in his thick arm covered with sweat, staring at him.

Chen Zikun stopped the foreman with his eyes, and said with a pleasant face: "Young man, what is your name and where do you live?" ”

"My name is Lu Erxi, and I live by the river."

"Let's go and have a look at your house."

Chen Zikun had a whimsical idea to visit the workers' homes, but he was busy with the officials of the iron factory, and he was eager to splash the loess mat road with clean water, but the time was too hasty, and it was too late for any arrangement, so he could only let Chen Zikun go deep into the darkest corners of Northern Thailand.

The iron factory employs a large number of temporary coolies, and it is impossible to make every worker well-paid, Erxi is such a temporary worker, their wages are much lower than that of skilled workers, and they are also deducted layer by layer, barely mixed belly, and the family is still not full of food and clothing.

On the bank of the Huai River, there is a large area of low shacks, where the families of workers live, and it is winter, every household burns coal for heating and cooking, and the fog is thick from afar, and the people who choke are out of breath.

Lu Erxi's home is a shed made of reed mats, ventilated on all sides, as cold as an ice cellar, and a gray-haired woman is lying on a bed made of bricks, humming and chirping in a daze, looking very sick.

"Mother, I'm back." Lu Erxi took out a dry bun from his pocket.

Chen Zikun looked back at Mu Yichen, Xiao Lang and others: "This is what you call a good welfare?" ”

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The book "Late Qing Divine Capture" is good, you can take a look