"It's simple, paves the way." Mo Hongying's index finger rubbed her chin and thought about it and said.

  "That's a good idea." Hu Tiewa's eyes lit up and said, "That stick or something, just use it as wood for cooking." He smiled and said, "It's getting colder and colder now, let's see how long they can last." "But it's never a problem!" ”

  "Stay up!" Mo Hongying clenched her fists and said, otherwise what else could she do? It is not enough to rely on one's own strength.

  Hu Tiewa was unwilling to suffer this dumb loss, and shouted loudly through the wall: thank them for the bricks and stones they sent to pave the road, and thank them for the firewood.

  As a result, the provocation escalated, and this time it was a burning stick with fire that was thrown in.

  Fireworks are strictly prohibited in cotton mills, and cotton, spindles, and fabrics are all flammable items.

  "I'm sorry! Sister Aoi, punish me! It's that I can't hold my breath. Hu Tiewa lowered her head with red eyes, and said to Sister Kui, she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

  "What's the use of punishing you?" Mo Hongying looked at him helplessly and said, knowing that their patience was at its limit.

  "They're just forcing us to do it." Mo Hongying's deep eyes looked at them who were furious and said, "I have called all the departments of the French Concession, do you see that they are coming?" Biting his lip and looking at them with scarlet eyes, he said, "I have found your brother Dong, what did he say?" ”

  "Patience!" Fan Erhu was so angry that his hair exploded and said, "Grandma's, when did we suffer this anger." ”

  "Be on alert, have water ready, and put out the fire at any time." Mo Hongying looked at them with dark eyes and said, "They don't dare to make too much trouble, it really causes a fire, and it's not easy to explain." ”

  "We can't be so passive!" Chen said unwillingly.

  "Call the newspaper." Mo Hongying thought about it and said.

  "Does the newspaper work?" Fan Erhu looked at her suspiciously and said.

  "Oriental devils are also subject to the pressure of public opinion, and sometimes the pen works." Mo Hongying's dark eyes looked at them and said, "The pen is like a knife." ”

  "But as you said, the pen is like a knife, and the editor-in-chief and editor are also afraid of the yamen." Hu Tiewa whispered, "They bully the soft and fear the hard." ”

  "Try it!" Mo Hongyingdai looked at them lightly and said, "What if there is blood!" ”

  The reporter is bloody, but it's a girl who comes, isn't this a sheep in the tiger's mouth?

  Listen outside the wall, flower girl, flower girl......

  Mo Hongying looked at the closed factory gate and said, "Open the door!" "What is the reason for all this harassment?

  With a creak, the door opened.

  Several Japanese ronins glanced at each other and finally came out.

  Mo Hongying escorted three reporters, a man and two women, behind her.

  "Get in here." Mo Hongying looked at the three of them.

  "I've got to stay and take pictures." The male reporter held up the camera hanging on his chest and said, "Expose the crimes of the Japanese ronin." ”

  Mo Hongying stroked her forehead and said, "Big brother, my life is almost gone, so I don't care about this." ”

  "Hand over your camera."

  "Who told you to shoot us."

  The Japanese ronin shouted, "Hand it over." ”

  "I can't leave this to you, this thing is the stuff of the newspaper."

  "We've just arrived, and we haven't filmed you yet."

  "Your actions are too bad."

  Mo Hongying's face was full of black lines, and the reporter still had the heart to reason with them.

  "Don't give it, right?"

  I wanted to grab it, but Mo Hongying pulled the upright reporter and hid.

  "What? Do? A man rushed to Mo Hongying's midst.

  Mo Hongying's dark eyes flashed and looked at the familiar child, is this guy very idle? No need to go to work.

  "What are you doing?" Lin Hansheng glared angrily at the seven or eight Japanese ronins in front of him and said.

"Yo! We're just going to ask you what you're doing. Suddenly rushing out, who are you? ”

  "Who do you care who I am? If you have something to say, don't move your hands and feet. ”

  "Just say it well? He took a camera to shoot us, we don't want to be filmed, we have the right to get the camera back! ”

  Lin Hansheng looked back at the camera hanging on the reporter's chest, and the reporter quickly shook his head and said, "Expose the ugly behavior of the Japanese, why can't you shoot, harass other people's factories, bricks and tiles are thrown all over the ground, and no one cares about the tyrannical behavior in our house, it's too bullying." ”

  "You can find your official family to take care of us!"

  "Haha......" The Japanese ronin laughed arrogantly.

  "We're waiting! Go and call the patrol room to see if they are coming. ”

  "Hand over your camera."

  "Give them the film." Lin Hansheng looked back at the reporter and said.

  "I haven't shot yet! The film contains the material of my interview, so I can't give it to them. ”

  "You heard it too, they haven't filmed it yet!" Lin Hansheng looked back at the Japanese ronin and said.

  "You believe what he says! I can also believe the words of the pig in China. Leave your camera to us. ”

  Things froze here, and the crowd of onlookers grew.

  "Don't give it, right! Don't blame us for being polite, toasting and not eating and drinking, we have to find guilt. ”

  "Grab something in broad daylight! Grab something! ”

  Out of nowhere, a few people shouted, "Kill you Japanese." ”

  The Japanese ronin began to shout loudly, "The new flower cotton mill has beaten people, beaten people." ”

  The play is here, Mo Hongying can't see it! That's what came for her at all.

  Suddenly there was a mess, the scene was very chaotic, between beating and pushing, someone hit Mo Hongying.

  "Be careful!" Lin Hansheng shouted anxiously.

  There are so many people rushing over together, there is really no way to hide.

  Although Mo Hongying had already dodged, she still felt that her arm had been pricked by a needle.

  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The person who bumped into himself kept apologizing.

  Mo Hongying looked at him scrutinically, her hands clenched into fists, clenched tightly, so that people couldn't see the flaws.

  "Excuse me, did I hurt you? They are so deceitful. ”

  "Are you alright?" Lin Hansheng looked at Yan Dankui worriedly.

  "I'm fine, what about you!" Mo Hongying's dark eyes looked at Lin Hansheng and asked.

  "I can withstand this little shock." Lin Hansheng shook his head slightly, and then said, "You better go in!" There are too many people, and it is easy to get into trouble. ”

  Suddenly, the crowd shouted, "Kill, kill." ”

  Everyone present was stunned on the spot.

  "The Xinhua Cotton Mill has killed people, and the Xinhua Cotton Mill has killed people."

  The Japanese ronin held down one of the men in unison, his hand stained with blood, and stuck a long knife in the arm of one of the Japanese.

  "Your Xinhua Cotton Mill has hurt someone, what should I do?"

  No one else is justified by this strong word?

  "He's not a worker in our factory." Mo Hongying looked at the Japanese ronin calmly and said, "Call the patrol room to come to someone!" He said without looking back.