Generally, places with chaotic security will be relatively dark.
In the Shanghai market at the beginning of the 20th century, the high-rise concessions and the concession's cross-border road construction areas were naturally not included in the list, and the remaining areas were those in the Chinese boundary.
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, around the Chenghuang Temple, Nanshi has most of the business districts, and Zhabei has most of the factories.
When it comes to chaos, Zhabei is the first to bear the brunt. There are rows of sweatshops rolling along the Suzhou River, and the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway is crowded with refugees fleeing famine. This is the poorest, most violent, lowest-level, and darkest Shanghai city.
From the train station to the north, along the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, there are three plots of land housing buildings and refugee shacks that have been cleared out. The Huizhou Chamber of Commerce has paid the compensation in large amounts.
He Qi did not engage in forced purchase and demolition, so the people cooperated very well, and even the refugee shacks living here were compensated.
The land was planned in November last year. The Huizhou Chamber of Commerce planned to build a yarn factory, a match factory and a cigarette factory. However, more than a month has passed and still no construction has started.
Either the workers were beaten, or the construction materials were stolen or simply set on fire. In short, as soon as construction started, something was bound to happen. The Shanghai Municipal Police Department had no control over what happened here. This was a gangster's world.
Today, another batch of materials was transported to the construction site. Sure enough, after a while, a group of people, about a dozen of them, came in a menacing manner. They also carried several gasoline barrels. After punching and kicking several workers,
Pour all the gasoline on the building materials.
The leader was called Lao Scar. He was named after a long diagonal scar on his face. He was very arrogant. He stepped on a worker who was beaten and dying and was lying in the snow. He took out a cigarette.
I rubbed a match and lit the cigarette, then threw the still-burning match behind me.
"It's winter. His clothes are wet. It's so cold. Come on, take him to warm himself by the fire."
On the dark side, there is the support of the "Huizhou Association", also known as the "Axe Gang". Therefore, He Qi is a black and white man in Shanghai. Without the diamond, he would not dare to take the porcelain job.
"Hey, labor and management are so scared!" Lao Scar said with a sneer, and kindly arranged the skirt of Wang Li's clothes. At this time, he saw the tattoo on the upper part of Wang Li's wrist, which was an axe. He laughed and said: "An axe."
Are you helping? Are you very tough?"
A few accelerants were added to the raging fire, and the fire became more and more intense.
The remaining workers were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. Only one younger man, whose hands were tied behind his back by Lao Scar's younger brother, spat blood on Lao Scar.
In order to respond to Brother Xun and Qian Xuan, He Qi also opened a magazine "Meng Sheng" in Shanghai. The editor-in-chief was recommended by Qian Xuan, and his name was Liu Banxia. It turned out that he was a mandarin duck and butterfly author who wrote about talents and beauties, Yingyingyan, etc.
Yan's novels are somewhat famous in Shanghai.
"You guys haven't seen anyone kneeling on the ground. It's so cold in this winter, so hurry up and take them to warm themselves over the fire."
Several workers were so frightened that they ran away. Unfortunately, the road was blocked and they couldn't escape. They knelt down and cried and begged for mercy. Their foreheads were bruised. Lao Scar comforted him kindly: "Keep yourself warm by the fire.
How wonderful. I heard that your boss is not short of money. Even those who live in shacks lose money. You who work hard only make a few money in your life. Your wives and children are blessed."
"Mr. Yu, how are you?" Mr. Zhongpu asked.
Last year, after Lao Yuan died, the wind in Peiping suddenly stopped. After Lao Duan came to power, many martial laws were lifted one by one, and the atmosphere changed. Brother Xun and Qian Xuan returned to Peiping and continued the vernacular movement.
"Hello, Mr. Yubai!" Brothers Ya Yan and Ya Qiao bowed timidly, admiring and fearing He Qi.
The people under Lao Scar's hands burst into laughter, laughing at Wang Li's overestimation of his abilities.
Wang Li's eyes were about to burst, and he shouted heartbreakingly: "Old Scar, xxxxxxxx"
Wang Li was firmly controlled by Lao Scar's two men. His wrist was burned and ulcerated, and sweat and blood dripped from his painful face. He could only roar: "Old Scar, my labor and management drafted grandma's plan."
A lit cigarette was pressed on Wang Li's wrist with an ax tattoo, and there was a smell of burnt skin. Wang Li's veins were exposed in pain, but he gritted his teeth and did not scream.
One sound.
"Aren't you two always curious about Mr. Yubai? Well, Mr. Yubai is finally here today. If you have anything to ask, just ask. After passing this village, there is no such store." Wang Mengzou said.
When the cigarette went out, Lao Scar struck another match. When the flame burned Wang Li's wrist, Wang Li couldn't bear the pain anymore and struggled desperately. Lao Scar smiled and scolded his two men: "Hold on tight."
, don’t waste the matches, the wind is strong, so it’s not good.”
Lao Ba lit up another cigarette, turned his back to Wang Li, looked at the raging fire in front of him, and said calmly: "Go back and tell the chess player that when you play chess, you should play chess well, and when you write articles, you should write articles well. Culture
People do the work of educated people. He, an educated person, came to Zhabei to steal the jobs of us gangsters and claimed that he would not be given a way to live. Isn't this nonsense?"
Therefore, today’s meal was specially invited by Mr. Zhong Pu to thank He Qi for his original funding.
"Don't be so harsh. Next time, I'll send you to warm yourself by the fire." Just as he was talking, Lao Ba suddenly caught a glimpse of the workers kneeling in the snow, slapped his forehead with his hand, and said in annoyance: "What the hell, look.
This is my brain."
Those who came in were Mr. Zhongpu's two sons, Xia Yan and Xia Qiao. They looked immature and were dressed in tatters. The toes of the shoes on their feet were exposed.
Although everyone is in the same city, they don't see each other much, and they can't count on one hand. It's not that He Qi doesn't want to, but because of his current status, if he gets closer, he will give Mr. Zhongpu and his "
"New Youth" brings trouble.
"Hey! You have so much backbone!" Old Scar let go of the worker at his feet and walked towards the young man with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at the beaten face with blurred blood and said with an evil smile: "What's your name?"
name?"
If anyone is the most awesome person in the Shanghai stock market last year, then it must be He Qi, who came out of nowhere. Like a fierce horse, he led the Huizhou Chamber of Commerce to rush into the Shanghai stock market. In just one year, he opened
With more than 20 factories, some people joked: The money earned by the Huizhou Chamber of Commerce is like the water of the Huangpu River.
At the beginning, Ju Chang said that it was not that he did not want to go home, but that he did not dare. He was doing the job of keeping his head in his waistband. Over the past year, He Qi understood this deeply, so Mr. Zhongpu's dinner party has been postponed until today.
"It's a good life! I don't have to worry about anything, I don't have to worry about anything, I can hug my granddaughter and take care of myself. I wish I could do this when I'm old," Mr. Zhongpu also said with a smile.
"Meng Sheng" mainly promotes vernacular literature, which is similar to "New Youth" in this regard. However, He Qi is very wealthy. Even if "Meng Sheng" keeps losing money, it doesn't matter, but "New Youth" cannot. In June last year, several shareholders made a fuss about the loss.
We had to split up, and for a time we had to stop publishing.
Wang Mengzou was so anxious that he had no choice but to find He Qi and explain his purpose. He Qi didn't care about the small amount of money and generously funded it. Mr. Zhongpu said he would give corresponding shares, but He Qi didn't want it.
Wang Mengzou looked at the two figures standing at the door and refused to come in, and shouted: "I said, you two young masters, have you heard this? Why are you bothering if you haven't come in yet?"
"It's not bad. Now I don't smoke or drink anymore. I hug my granddaughter every day and never let go. Sometimes I want to hug my granddaughter, but the old man won't let me because he thinks I smell too much of cigarette smoke." He Qi said with a smile.
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"Old Scar, you should remember this. The name of the employee is Wang Li. If you have the guts, kill the employee. Otherwise, sooner or later, your family will be killed."
There are many jealous people, and there are also a few people who want to be a part of it, but without exception, they dare not take action because He Qi's background is very complicated, and he has a close relationship with Lao Duan. The Anhui clique came to power, and the Shanghai stock market
Naturally, it is a top priority, and people from the Anhui clique are indispensable for those in power in the municipal government.
He Qi was also warming up the fire at this time, but it was a charcoal fire at Mr. Zhongpu's house. Today, Mr. Zhongpu invited him to dinner. Yi Baisha and Wang Mengzou were accompanying him. There were only four people at the table, and there was a burning barrel under the table.
The match finally went out and was thrown to the snow, and soon all the remaining fuel was destroyed. But after the pain, Wang Li still held his head high and refused to give in. Lao Scar didn't want to argue with a little person whose name he had never heard of.
Many, and still counting on Wang Li to send a message.
"Fuck your grandma." Wang Li cursed.
"Hold on, we'll be destroyed soon." Lao Scar didn't take this threat seriously at all.
A raging fire suddenly ignited on the construction site, and the melted snow water flowed along the ground and onto the workers. After a while, the workers' clothes were soaked through and they were shivering from the cold.
Mr. Zhongpu asked two brothers, Xia Yan and Xia Qiao, to come to the table for dinner. The two brothers refused to do it. But as soon as He Qi opened his mouth, the two brothers could not say a word "no" 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 remained unchanged, he stood up and toasted everyone with a glass of wine, apologizing and saying: "Something happened temporarily, I'm really sorry.
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Mr. Zhongpu said: "What's wrong?"
He Qi pursed his lips and smiled, and said calmly: "A few workers in the factory were afraid of the cold, and something happened while they were warming up by the fire, and their lives were lost. We are responsible for what happened while working in the factory, and it would be shameful not to go."