Generally, where law and order are more chaotic, will be darker.

At the beginning of the 20th century, the tall concessions and the cross-border road construction areas of the concessions were naturally not in the ranks, and the rest were those places in the Chinese realm.

As the old man said, the downtown area is the Huangpu River Bay, where the city government is located, the county seat is in the old city and the city god temple, the commercial area of the south city is the majority, and the factories in Zhabei are the majority.

If you want to talk about chaos, the first thing to bear the brunt is Zhabei, where a row of sweatshops rolls on the ground by the Suzhou Creek, and the Shanghai-Nanjing railway line is crowded with refugees fleeing famine, here is the poorest, most violent, the lowest and most gloomy Shanghai market.

From the railway station to the north, along the Shanghai-Nanjing railway, there are three plots of land on the house building, the refugee shack has been swept away, the money should be paid, the Huizhou Chamber of Commerce paid a lot of compensation.

He Qi didn't engage in forced buying and demolition, so the people were very cooperative, and even the refugee shacks living here were compensated.

The land was planned in November last year, and the Huizhou Chamber of Commerce planned to build a yarn factory, a match factory, and a cigarette factory, but more than a month has passed, and construction has still not started.

Either the workers were beaten, or the building materials were stolen or simply burned, in short, as long as the construction started, there must be an accident, and the Shanghai Garrison Department could not control the affairs here, this is the world of gangsters.

Today, another batch of materials was transported to the construction site, and sure enough, after a while, a group of people, about a dozen, came with a fierce momentum, and carried a few gasoline barrels, punched and kicked several workers, and poured all the gasoline on the building materials.

The leader is called Lao Scar, named after a long scar on his face, he is very arrogant, he stepped on a beaten dying worker, lay on the body of a worker in the snow, took out a cigarette, wiped a foreign fire, lit the cigarette, and threw the foreign fire that was still on fire behind him.

A raging fire suddenly ignited on the construction site, and the melted snow water flowed down the ground to the workers, and in a short time, the workers' clothes were all soaked and shivering with cold.

"It's winter, his clothes are wet, how cold it is, come, take him to the barbecue."

The remaining workers were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, except for one younger brother, who was tied by Old Scar's hands behind his back, but spat on Old Scar's blood.

"Eh! It's very backbone! Old Scar let go of the workers under his feet, walked towards the young man with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the bloodstained face of the beating, and said with a wicked smile: "What's your name?" ”

"Old Scar, you remember it well, the labor-management is called Wang Li, and if there is a kind, the labor-management will be killed, otherwise you will cut your whole family sooner or later."

The people under the old scar's hand also laughed, laughing at Wang Li's incomprehension.

"Eh, labor and management are so scared!" The old scar smiled contemptuously, and kindly tidied up the placket for Wang Li, and then saw the tattoo on the upper part of Wang Li's wrist, which was an axe, and said with a smile: "The axe helps?" Isn't it tough? ”

A lit cigarette was pressed on Wang Li's wrist with the axe tattooed, and suddenly there was a smell of burnt skin, and the painful Wang Li's green tendons were exposed, but he gritted his teeth and didn't shout.

The smoke went out, and the old scar rubbed a match again, when the flame burned Wang Li's wrist, the painful Wang Li couldn't hold back anymore, struggling desperately, the old scar smiled and reprimanded the two subordinates: "Hurry up, don't waste the match, it's windy, it's not good." ”

Wang Li was firmly controlled by the two subordinates of the old scar, his wrist was burned and festered, and the sweat on his painful face dripped down with blood, so he had to roar: "Old Scar, labor and management draft grandma"

"Hold on, and you'll be extinguished in no time." This threat, the old scar did not take it seriously.

The match was finally extinguished and thrown into the snow, and soon even the remaining salary was extinguished, but after the pain, Wang Li still held his head high and did not give in, and the old scar didn't want to worry so much about a little person who had never heard the name, and he was counting on Wang Li to pass the word.

Lao Scar lit another cigarette, turned his back to Wang Li, looked at the raging fire in front of him, and said lightly: "Go back and tell the chess player, just play chess well, write articles well, and cultural people will do the things of cultural people." He, a cultural person, came to Zhabei to rob us of the jobs of the old and rough people, and called him not to give him a way to live, isn't this pure nonsense? ”

"your grandma." Wang Li scolded.

"Don't be stubborn, there will be another time, and I will send you to the fire." As he was talking, the old scar suddenly caught a glimpse of the workers kneeling in the snow, slapped it on the head, and said in annoyance: "Damn, look at my brain." ”

"A few of you, I didn't see anyone kneeling on the ground, how cold it is in this winter, hurry up and take them to the barbecue fire."

Several workers were so frightened that they ran away, but unfortunately the road was blocked, and when they saw that they couldn't get out, they knelt down and cried and begged for mercy, their foreheads were broken, and the old scar kindly comforted: "How good it is to bake the fire and keep warm." I heard that your boss is not bad for money, even those who live in shacks lose money, and you only earn a few dollars in your life by selling coolies, and your wives and children are blessed. ”

Several accelerants were added to the raging fire, and the fire burned more and more vigorously.

Wang Li's eyes were split, and he shouted heartbreakingly: "Old scar, xxxxxxxx"

He Qi was also roasting the fire at this time, but he was roasting a charcoal fire at Mr. Zhongpu's house, today Mr. Zhongpu invited him to dinner, Yi Baisha and Wang Mengzou were accompanied, there were four people on the table, and there was a burning wooden barrel under the table.

Last year, after Lao Yuan's life, the wind in Beiping suddenly stopped, and after Lao Duan came to power, many martial laws were cleared one by one, and the atmosphere changed from the past.

In response to Brother Xun and Qian Xuan, He Qi also opened a magazine "Sprout" in Shanghai, and the editor-in-chief was recommended by Qian Xuan, named Liu Banxia, who turned out to be an author of the Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School, writing talented and beautiful women, Yingying Yanyan, and was well-known in Shanghai.

"Sprout" mainly promotes vernacular literature, which is like-minded with "New Young", but He Qi is wealthy, even if "Sprout" has been losing money, it doesn't matter, but "New Young" is not good, in June last year, several shareholders were clamoring to split up, and they had to stop publishing for a while.

Wang Mengzou was anxious and had no choice, found He Qi, explained his intention, He Qi didn't care about the money, and generously funded it, Mr. Zhongpu said that he wanted to give the corresponding shares, and He Qi didn't ask for it.

Therefore, today's meal was specially invited by Mr. Zhongpu to thank He Qi for his original funding.

Although everyone is in the same city, they don't see each other much, and they can't count on one hand, not because He Qi is unwilling, but because of his current identity, getting closer will bring trouble to Mr. Nakaura and his "New Youth".

At the beginning, Ju Chang said that he didn't want to go home, but he didn't dare, he did the work of pinning his head to the waistband of his trousers.

"Mr. Yu, how are you doing?" Mr. Nakaura asked.

"It's okay, now I don't smoke anymore, I don't drink alcohol, I hold my granddaughter every day and don't let go, I sometimes want to hug it, but the old man doesn't let me, I think I smell a lot of smoke." He Qi said with a smile.

"What a day! Don't worry about anything, don't worry about anything, hug your granddaughter, take care of your old age, I can do this when I'm old, it's good. Mr. Nakaura also smiled.

Wang Mengzou looked at the two figures standing at the door, refusing to come in, and shouted: "I said, two sons, did you hear me?" If you don't come in yet, what are you rubbing? ”

Coming in were Mr. Nakaura's two sons, Yayan and Yaqiao, with immature faces, dressed in tatters, and their rotten thumbs on their shoes were exposed.

"Haven't you two always been curious about Mr. Yubai? Ah, Mr. Yubai is finally here today, if there is anything you want to ask, just ask. After this village, there is no such shop. Wang Mengzou said.

"Hello Mr. Yubai!" The two brothers, Yao Yan and Yao Qiao, bowed in fear, admiring and fearing He Qi.

If you want to be the best person in Shanghai last year, then it must be born He Qi, like a fierce horse, leading the Huizhou Chamber of Commerce to rampage into the Shanghai business community, in just one year, even opened more than 20 factories, some people joked: Huizhou Chamber of Commerce makes money like the water of the Huangpu River.

There are a lot of red-eyed people, and there are no longer a few people who want to share a part, but without exception, they don't dare to make a move, because He Qi's background is very complicated, and he has a lot of relationship with Lao Duan on the white side.

On the black side, there is the "Huizhou Fellow Association" behind the support, which is commonly known as the "Axe Gang", so He Qi eats all in black and white in Shanghai, and if he doesn't have that diamond diamond, how dare he take that porcelain job.

Mr. Zhongpu asked the two brothers Yao Yan and Yao Qiao to eat at the table, but the two brothers refused to do it, but as soon as He Qi opened his mouth, the two brothers couldn't say a word, and immediately sat down obediently.

Halfway through the meal, Uncle Fu came in and whispered a few words in He Qi's ear, He Qi's face did not change, he got up and toasted a glass of wine to everyone, and said apologetically: "Something happened temporarily, I'm really sorry." ”

Mr. Nakaura said, "What's the matter?" ”

He Qi pursed his lips and smiled, and said lightly: "Several workers in the factory are afraid of the cold, and something happened to the fire to keep them warm, and someone died. We have the responsibility to work for the factory, and not to talk nonsense. ”

(End of chapter)