Chapter 681 Liang Zhongchun

Today, many people gathered at the North Station Warehouse under Yonghua Industry. They ranged from the general manager Gu Yongcheng who held great power, the second in command of the gangster gang Shi Changxing, to the middle and senior leaders of various companies, to the representatives of various factories, restaurants, casinos, rickshaw pullers, and the principals and teachers of various schools, and even the teachers and students of Datong University, as well as the vicious gangsters who usually took people's lives, all standing together densely.

They formed a circle, and in the center of the circle was a high platform made of standard wooden containers. They looked up at the person standing above them.

It was November now, and the heavy snow that fell the day before had not melted yet, and the cold wind was biting. Wang Yan was wearing big leather shoes and a big windbreaker, which was swaying in the wind. He held the top hat in one hand and let the exquisite hairstyle be blown away by the wind. Otherwise, the top hat would be blown away.

His other hand held a microphone, which was directly connected to several large speakers at the back. He spoke, and the sound of the electric current changed his originally magnetic voice, and he himself sounded quite characteristic of the times. Only with contrast can we feel.

He spoke, and he was the one standing above those people. He turned around with the words, and what he saw were people's raised heads and pairs of eyes.

However, although he stood above them, he was not their enemy, he was one of them. Maybe it doesn't seem so to others, but there are always people who know...

"All the workers, leaders, teachers and students present here today are called here because of what happened the day before yesterday. The whole Shanghai knows that Wang is the most greedy, lustful, and afraid of death. How can I have the courage to accommodate the Kuomintang and the Red Party? The Japanese and Chairman Wang are very dissatisfied with me. Fortunately, they also know my difficulties and don't care. They just scolded me.

But this time it was a scolding, will it happen next time? I know that there must be people from the Kuomintang, the Red Party, and even Japanese people and Chairman Wang's people among the people present. Today, Wang reiterated again. I am just like other worker brothers, just wanting to survive. I dare not talk to the Japanese. I was afraid of death. I dare not make things difficult for people from both parties, or because I was afraid of death.

But there is nothing wrong with Wang being alive, and he has not blocked anyone's way, nor has he oppressed his fellow workers. In his early years, Wang had not put on this long gown inside, and when he was a gangster on the street, he did not bully irrelevant people. Even when he was running a casino business to collect debts, others forced you to sell your wife, children and daughters, and your family was broken up. The most Wang did was to beat you up, waive the interest, and introduce you to a job.

Anyone present can ask about this. There are older people in our factory who were beaten back by me. After so many years, he has paid off his debts, moved into a new house, and his wife is virtuous and his children are filial. He is so happy.

Now Wang has become what people call a capitalist, but Wang has not There are exploitation of workers. In today's China, you can ask around and find out who treats the brothers to such an extent. Wang will give you his head. On this point, even if we follow the purpose of the Red Party, Wang is not defeated.

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Wang said this not to target anyone. Many of you have learned to read in the night school in the factory, and have read two books. You understand some principles and have your own ideas. This is normal. Wang has no right to tell you what to do. But no matter what you do, please don't cause trouble for me. You can come or go as you please, but don't implicate Wang.

Now it seems that Wang's men are safer, and it is convenient to act with Wang's name. But what about the future? It is convenient for you and him, then Finally, Wang's brand fell, which was inconvenient for everyone and ended badly for everyone.

There is no peaceful place at the moment, and it is not easy to live in peace. Wang is cowardly and incompetent, and just wants to live comfortably. I respect you, and you should respect me too. I hope everyone will take this as a warning and not let such things happen again. Everyone should go back and work hard, and don't think about useless things. The weather is cold, so I won't say much. At noon today, all canteens will add extra meals, and you can have a hot meal. You, take advantage of lunch time, go back and convey Wang's meaning to everyone around you.

Okay, let's all disperse. "

As Wang Yan's voice fell, the quiet crowd immediately began to buzz, discussing the boss's previous words with familiar people.

In fact, they can't listen to much. The honest ones will naturally be honest, and the dishonest ones will naturally remain dishonest. It is even more impossible for people from the two parties to really stop stuffing people into his subordinates because of Wang Yan's nonsense.

Of course, Wang Yan had no other intention in saying these words, he just had to say them. He wanted to show the right fear, to show his workers, the Japanese, and the people of both parties how worried he was. For this matter, he even organized such a big speech to draw a clear line for the workers.

Anyway, he did what he should do and gave what he should give. Whether others listen or not is none of his business. Minami Yoko received 50,000 US dollars, and Iwai Eiichi took one Ming Dynasty and two early Qing Dynasty antiques he sent. He acted like this again, perfectly avoiding risks.

"Brother Yan, will this work?" Shi Changxing doubted the usefulness of this big fight.

"Of course it won't work, but why don't I say it will work? Firstly, to reassure them, and secondly, to show my attitude. This is necessary." Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, wandering forward towards the office. "How's your business going?"

"Don't worry, Brother Yan. I sent you off early yesterday morning. I also said hello to the other side. Except for the blind bandits along the way, there will basically be no problems."

"Then you have to be extremely careful and pay attention to the situation over there at all times. You can't be careless about this kind of thing. If you are careless, your life and mine will be at stake. Manager Gu, you should also keep an eye on it. He doesn't have your brains." live."

Gu Yongcheng on the side nodded: "Brother Yan, I promise there will be no problems."

Several people entered the office, and Wang Yan just explained a few words about the situation when the phone on the table rang. He answered the call twice with a smile, and then hung up the phone after saying a few words.

Raising his wrist and looking at his watch, Wang Yan stood up and said, "Okay, that's all. You two don't need to worry about me. Just pay attention to what I told you. Ah Si, let's go."

Shi Changxing nodded in agreement and asked, "Dinner will be served in a little while. The big pot of fragrant braised pork. How about eating some before we go?"

He was right, it did smell good. In the canteen of the North Railway Station Warehouse, pigs are butchered and cooked all morning. The aroma of the big pot of meat has already filled the area nearby, and you can make two bowls of rice with just one breath. At the same time, instant noodles, beverage factories, designated rickshaw canteens, canteens of various primary schools, and even the canteen of Datong University all have the same recipes.

Of course, not all of them are free. Some provide free meals, while others provide them at low prices. In the end, it is equivalent to Wang Yan treating tens of thousands of people to a free meal today. After all, in these days, no matter how good his welfare package is, it cannot satisfy so many people. When it falls on people's heads, it's basically a small bowl per person. It's not that he can't afford so much money, but it's just that he can't handle so many pigs.

Wang Yan waved his hand and said: "Forget it, Minglou invited me to dinner. Also at the table was Liang Zhongchun, director of the Operations Division of No. 76. I will go meet him and see the director of the Economic Department and the deputy director of the Special Task Force. What exactly does the director want to do?”

After that, he simply took Qi Si out and got in the car, heading to a local restaurant in the public concession.

When he brought Qi Si over, Minglou, Mingcheng, and Liang Zhongchun, who was on crutches, were already waiting. Because of Wang Yan's usual eating habits, there was no such thing as waiting for him to come over to order food, and he directly ordered him to just serve the food.

While waiting for the food, a few people sat down to drink tea.

Wang Yan looked at Liang Zhongchun, who was humble yet humble, and said with a smile: "If I remember correctly, Director Liang has been working with Director Li before the new government was established, so he should be regarded as Director Li's person. I didn’t expect that Director Ming would have an appointment with me today, it’s really strange.”

Liang Zhongchun laughed along: "Mr. Wang is joking, Director Li is the deputy director of the Special Task Committee, and Director Ming is also the deputy director. I am Director Li's subordinate, and I am also Director Ming's subordinate. From ancient times to the present, it is the most important thing to get close to the superior. things to do.”

Liang Zhongchun was originally a member of the Central Government. In an operation two years ago, he was shot in the leg. Others wanted to shoot again but missed the right place, so Liang Zhongchun was captured alive. The reason why he is lame is because the shot in his leg hit his knee.

In order to survive, he chose to betray and sell out, causing the Zhongtong Shanghai Station to suffer some losses. Not small, but not big either. If not, he wouldn't be able to live freely here, and he would have been assassinated by Zhongtong's people. Of course, the greater possibility is that he is actually secretly contacting the Central Government and selling some information to save his life.

Although he helped Minglou in the play, he covered up the death of Mingcheng's adoptive mother "Aunt Gui", codenamed "Lone Wolf", and accidentally let Mingtai go, and finally died because of it. But it is impossible to say how decent he is. People are complicated, and he is a somewhat smart person. At first, maybe it was to save his life, but as time passed, he realized that the Japanese were already strong on the outside and weak on the inside, and it would be difficult for them to last long.

Therefore, he had the same idea as Zhou Fuhai, to make good friends with the Kuomintang so as to have a way out if the Japanese were to die one day. He is almost the same type of person as Zhou Fuhai, they both sit on the fence.

As for what he told Mingcheng, he didn't expect him to live, he just hoped to leave a way for his wife and children to survive. He also made a lot of money, which was enough for his wife and children to live a good life anonymously. These words may come from the bottom of my heart, or they may be just a further gesture of goodwill. After all, those in his line of work know best the truth about the impermanence of life. No one knows when or where a bullet will come and his life will be gone. People are so complicated, no one knows what is true or false.

"Director Liang is right. There is no one who belongs to whom, there are only superiors and subordinates. In this regard, Director Liang has done a good job." Minglou took the tea handed over by Mingcheng and put it in Wang Yan's cup In front of him, he asked, "I heard that you spoke in the warehouse of the North Station this morning because of the incident involving agents from both parties before?"

Wang Yan sighed: "What else can happen?"

"I heard that everything has been settled, so why go to war in such a big way?"

"It's settled, but the attitude should not be bad. Moreover, this time thousands of military police were dispatched to surround the warehouse, and the workers under them were panicked. It is always necessary to calm people's hearts. Otherwise, production will be affected, and the compensation will not be the same. Me." Wang Yan did not dwell on this and said, "Director Ming, let's not talk about the past. Let's talk about what happened today. If you don't explain it clearly, you won't be happy during the meal. Bring Director Liang to see me. You might as well tell me what you are doing."

Minglou clapped his hands and said: "Okay, Mr. Wang is quick to talk, so I will tell you straight. It's not a big deal, just because you control the transportation line from Shanghai to Chongqing and Yan'an, and Director Liang wants to take it. Your free ride, of course. Although my family still has some wealth, I have never seen anyone who is content in my life, and I am no exception. After all, who would dislike having more money? "

Seeing Wang Yan looking at him, Liang Zhongchun nodded with a smile on his face: "Sir Ming is right, no one would mind having too much money. You also know my details, but I can't really sacrifice my life for the Japanese. What's the benefit of working for them? Maybe you don't know that the Japanese asked me to participate in the business of selling cigarettes in Shanghai, but I didn't do it. Although I did betray the Central Government, it was just to survive. The solution is, if you don't surrender, you will die. My bones are so weak that I can't stand it. But then again, how many people can stand it?

Why do you think they sell cigarettes? Raise military expenses for the Kwantung Army. In this situation, I don't think they can last long. Besides, selling cigarettes and destroying people's lives, what am I allowed to do? If you can't wash off the blood on your hands, how can you cause trouble for yourself again?

So, doesn’t this mean we have to consider the alternative? Throughout Shanghai, Mr. Wang is like this, and I hope you can help. From now on, I will do whatever I need to do. "

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Really? But I heard that you were very involved in sending laborers from Shanghai to Japan to work hard..."

Liang Zhongchun's smile faltered, and he couldn't help but laugh, racking his brains to argue: "You also know that I work for the Japanese, and they ask me to do it, how dare I not do it? If you talk about this kind of thing again, even if it's If I don’t do it, then there will be others who do it just to have enough food, so there’s really nothing I can do about it.”

"You don't sell cigarettes because the Qinghong Gang is more powerful, and you don't have a say in participating. It's not that you can't bear to ruin other people's families. Those laborers you sent to Japan, you said they would end up What's the end? So put away your cleverness and don't fool me like a fool."

Wang Yan snorted coldly, glanced at Minglou, and then said: "But Director Ming has spoken, so I will let you take a ride. I have only known him for a short time, but we have also formed a friendship. Besides, Wang Yan and I have The Chairman, Minister Chen, Minister Zhou and even Director Li all have business dealings. Director Ming is both the Director of the Economic Department and the Deputy Director of the Special Task Committee. I cannot favor one over the other.

In the past, it was because Director Ming didn't speak and his attitude was unclear. But things are different now. Since we are doing business together, we will be friends who help each other from now on. Just ask someone to contact Gu Yongcheng later, and he will make clear arrangements. "

"Thank you, Mr. Wang, and thank you, Chief Ming." Liang Zhongchun quickly thanked him, without the prestige of the director of Operation No. 76, and no different from the third grandson.

It's not just this year, after all, the law of the jungle is the same, and it will be no different decades later. Being a noble person in front of others, and pretending to be a grandson in others, both have unspeakable bitter tears. Many people want to pretend to be grandchildren and feel the bitter tears, but they can't find the door.

"Why are you thanking me? These are all benefits given by Mr. Wang, and you will earn them in the future." Minglou laughed and seemed very happy, "Come on, Mr. Wang, before the wine is served, Minglou will replace the wine with tea. I wish our cooperation will be smooth and prosperous.”

Wang Yan picked up the tea cup with a smile, raised it slightly to signal, and took a sip of tea with them...

The food was served very quickly. Even if the boss didn't know Minglou or Liang Zhongchun, he still knew Wang Yan. In fact, Wang Yan was very energetic not only in the French Concession, but also in the public concession. Most of the police officers here are gangsters, and Wang Yan does business with the British and Americans, so he can talk to them and get things done.

There was nothing serious to talk about when the few of them had dinner. Basically, Minglou, Mingcheng, and Liang Zhongchun were all talking about Wang Yan, and their beautiful words were very nice. After all, this is a required course for traveling in the world, and the three of them are quite proficient in it...

Wang Yan knew that Minglou brought Liang Zhongchun here probably because of the previous incident. Otherwise, even if he wanted to fight for power with Li Shiqun, Liang Zhongchun, the operations director, was very valuable to win over, but there was no need to bring people to him. This was a big deal. After all, his business is there, and whoever follows him will make money, even if he wants to lose money.

From the look on Minglou and Mingcheng's face, he must be doing well, otherwise he wouldn't be able to really laugh and talk to him like this.

As for agreeing to do business with Liang Zhongchun, he wanted to invest in it, and Liang Zhongchun was going to die. Even if the story did not happen according to the original plot, Liang Zhongchun was going to die, so at least half of Liang Zhongchun's net worth was his. This is a business without capital, and it should be done. The Japanese were beaten away and had more places to spend money, so they had to save more.

Except for a few of the other people who do business with him, the rest are probably going to be miserable...

But that was all in the future, and the things in front of us still needed to be done. The day before yesterday, Liang Zhongchun pretended to be his grandson, and today he pretended to be his grandson to Iwai Eiichi. Of course, these are two kinds of grandsons. After all, he has a lot of autonomy here with the Japanese, and the Japanese can't completely control him.

Although he asked Iwai Eiichi to have dinner, it was Iwai Eiichi who invited him, and of course he had dinner at a Japanese restaurant that was recognized by Iwai Eiichi.

However, today was different from the past. There were more people coming, and what even surprised Wang Yan was that Minglou, Zhou Fuhai and some other Chinese who defected to the Japanese also participated. In addition to them, there were also Yingzuo Zhenzhao, several generals of the army and navy, and several chief officers of the consulate.

Another difference was that today was not just eating and drinking, but there were also geishas painted like ghosts singing and dancing, buzzing and buzzing, so lively.

So many Japanese high-level officials, traitors, held a welcome party instead of a military meeting...

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