Shanghai, May 12, said that the eighth factory of the cotton yarn factory inside and outside China.

In May, Shanghai is still cool, and the river breeze blowing from the Huangpu River makes pedestrians wrap their thin clothes tightly. On a rainy day, the dark sky was overcast and a little scary.

The pedestrians on the street were moving in one direction, and even the rickshaw drivers on the side of the road stopped one after another, stopped the rickshaws, and followed the crowd towards the front.

In front of the factory is the eighth factory of the cotton yarn factory inside and outside China, a large group of people have been surrounded in front of the factory, a slightly hoarse scolding voice came from the front of the crowd, many people have tiptoed to look, but it is a short-haired man wearing shabby, white coat and linen pants are patched, is scolding towards the factory gate.

“…… Don't be insatiable, we work tirelessly for the yarn mill, and we don't ask for a wage increase, we just ask you not to beat and scold us, and pay wages every two weeks, are these demands too much? I tell you, if you don't give a clear answer today, our brothers and sisters of the workers will not return to work......"

The man had bulging cheekbones, a hoarse voice, and a bright red scar on his face, apparently whipped by a whip. Under his leadership, a group of people dressed similarly and with the same expression surrounded the factory gate, and the factory gate was locked by several large iron locks and two arm-thick iron chains, and inside the factory gate stood a row of people with guns, two rows of people back to back, while pointing their guns at the workers in the factory who intended to rush to the factory gate, and on the other hand, pointing their guns at the group of people outside the factory gate. The onlookers were far away, all afraid of being injured by indiscriminate gunshots.

"Yaga!! Your conscience is greatly bad, Mr. Takasaki's wages are very high, and your conscience is broken, not only do you not appreciate it, but you also want to make trouble. Inside the factory gate, a translator wielding a civilized stick and wearing a small suit was pointing fingers at the group of people outside, "Fortunately, Mr. Takasaki is magnanimous and does not care about you lowly people, and allows you to walk hand and foot intact." It's good now, you don't want to leave, and you want to stay and make trouble......"

"You are talking nonsense, that dog mongrel in Takasaki has never treated us Chinese as human beings, eats worse than dogs, does more work than cattle, and is beaten not to mention, and the poor little hard-earned money can't be obtained." You are also Chinese, why should you open your eyes and talk nonsense. Get out, get out of the way. Let Takasaki come out to see us, otherwise, no matter inside or outside the factory, I won't stop with you today......" The short-haired man became angrier and angrier the more he spoke, and he took off a broken shoe on his foot and smashed it towards the ghost-legged man who said he was.

"You, you don't want to live anymore, I'm going to call Mr. Takasaki now......" The translator was hit in the face by his shoes, and he was immediately annoyed and angry, and he didn't even bother to pick up the hat on the ground and ran towards the small building next to him.

The people outside were still scolding, but the workers in the factory were gradually dispersed by the factory guards and supervisors, until the interpreter came out with an old man himself, and the workers who had been fired outside the factory were again in high spirits, and one by one asked the old man who came out of the factory.

Hidehito Takasaki had not been in China long ago, and he could not understand Chinese, but he had already received a detailed report of the whole thing upstairs. He personally ordered the dismissal of these workers. Looking at the way it looks today, these people are ready to make trouble again.

"彼らは何を言った?" Takasaki Hidehito saw that the number of onlookers outside was increasing, and the dozen or so workers rushed to the factory gate to make a gesture to climb in, but if it wasn't for the factory guards who blocked it with bayonets, they would have been succeeded by these people, and in a fit of rage, he turned back to the interpreter who had just reported to him that there was an emergency outside, and asked what they were talking about. The translator of the two devils was overjoyed, and Hai said to Hidehito Takasaki: "Mr. Takasaki, they are threatening you, if you don't agree to the conditions for them to return to work and pay salaries, they will destroy the factory, and may even set fire to the factory!" ”

"Baga, the people of China !!" Takasaki was furious, and when he turned around, he happened to see a worker who was not afraid of the bayonets of the factory team, climbed onto the iron gate of the factory, and shouted something to himself. Cannon! Cannon ......"

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

At that time, it was said that a shooting incident occurred in the No. 8 factory of the cotton yarn factory inside and outside China, killing 12 workers and injuring more than 20 workers to varying degrees.

When the news came out, it immediately shocked the entire Shanghai Tang, and people from all walks of life in Shanghai were excited, especially the students of Fudan University, Tongji University and other major colleges and universities in Shanghai, who immediately rushed to tell each other with tears in their eyes, and spread this after the 228 tragedy to the ears of almost all students as soon as possible.

The two sides sent almost similar telegrams on the second day, and while cautiously condemning Yue himself for indiscriminate killing of workers, they only demanded that Yue himself strictly investigate the murderers and let Yue himself give an explanation to the Chinese. The local political axe in Shanghai is even more ambiguous, and the remarks even include "... The truth needs to be further clarified......""...... Shanghai Tang is the capital of international friendship and must not be ...... I hope that the people will be at ease, and the political axe will investigate the results and give the workers a fair ......"

The news came out, the dissatisfaction of the people in Shanghai with the political axe suddenly reached a most, and the students of the major colleges and universities were instantly ignited with the fire of anger, for a time, almost every college gate can see one or several galloping away, galloping bicycles, the students of the major colleges and universities actively tandem, following the previous practice, the major colleges and universities are ready to gather together to engage in a large demonstration.

"Brother Minzhi, do you want to rewrite this slogan?"

At Fudan University, in a large classroom with a somewhat oppressive atmosphere, students are nervously busy, and the desks are full of large banners with slogans, and even the podium is piled up.

"No need to change it, I wrote this slogan myself. He said that he not only plundered our economy, but also abused our people, and even wantonly killed them. They should have gotten out of China a long time ago. A young student with thick black glasses, although he is about the same age as the people in the classroom, has a lot of maturity in words and deeds, "Resisting goods, punishing the murderer, and compensating for losses should be only our minimum requirements." ”

"Brother Minzhi, Senior Sister Niu Zilan of Tongji University is here, saying that she wants to discuss with you about tomorrow's parade. Representatives of several other universities also came, meaning to form a unified command for the march here, so as not to be overwhelmed. ”

"Okay, watch it here, and let the people in charge of security watch out for unknown people. This operation must be kept secret, otherwise ...... "The man known as Min Zhi's eldest brother is a well-known figure at Fudan University, an out-and-out nationalist who has organized many demonstrations." Having learned the lesson of the previous incident when students were blocked by the police before they even left the school, the demonstration was secretive from the start, restricted to a handful of progressive young people in a few colleges and universities.

Tan Minzhi returned to the dormitory, met people from other universities, and knew that the people who came supported the march.

"I said that I deceived people too much, Brother Minzhi, say it, we all listen to you. The backbone of the school is already preparing slogans and slogans, and at the first order, we can pull out a parade of more than 300 people. ”

A student representative raised his fist in indignation and shouted.

"This march was proposed by me and Zilan, and now that the situation is tense, I hope everyone will work hard to plan this demonstration."

"Brother Minzhi is right, I don't think we should go directly to the Yue Ben Yarn Factory like before, so it is very likely that we will be slaughtered by Yu himself again. I have an idea. ”

The Tongji female student known as Niu Zilan, who combed a student's hair and dressed very smartly, said that the others were also attracted by her, "My suggestion is that we go directly to the concession this time...... Britain and France are both big Western countries, and they talk about human rights, unlike themselves...... Besides, this matter has nothing to do with them, what we oppose is the ...... of myself."

…… Throughout the night, the students discussed various matters related to the demonstration, and basically decided to march to the British Concession in Shanghai on Nanjing Road a day later, that is, on May 15.

British Concession, patrol house love Fusheng's home.

"Mr. Ai Fusheng, this is a small matter, you must accept it!" A nodding man said that he was pushing a small gift box down in front of Ai Fusheng, the head of the British Concession patrol house with a big waist and a round waist.

"Mr. Hosoda is too polite." Ai Fusheng quietly picked up the small gift box, glanced at the cash draft in the box facing up, was slightly unhappy, and said slightly: "Mr. Hosoda, this matter is not easy to handle." In our country, the people have the right to express their own views and to demonstrate. In this matter, Your Excellency should find someone else. ”

Hosoda Hisashi was secretly annoyed in his heart, if I could find someone else, I would still nod and beg you, a money-grubber? It is already very late for the empire to get the news, and even if it urgently asks for approval from the country and orders the mobilization of Hongkou's army, it may not be able to make it to the march tomorrow morning.

"We know Mr. Takasaki's plight about Mr. Ai Fusheng's problem, and he has made a special request for information about the student march in China. Therefore, Mr. Avosheng only needs to stop the students for the time being, and we say that this empire will calm down this incident on its own. Hosoda Kucho reached into his arms, took out another cash draft that had been prepared a long time ago, and handed it to Aifusheng.

"Huh? This, this matter is discussed slowly, so that it can be said......"

Seeing the numbers on the bill of exchange, Ai Fusheng, whose eyes were round, no longer had any scruples, even if he did this, he would have no worries for the rest of his life.

…… On the side of the Huangpu River, in a low house, a man carefully checked left and right before pushing the door in, and after seeing the people in the house, he said in a low voice, "Captain He, special intelligence!" ……”

(To be continued)