Zhao Dahai is a worker on Jinghan Road, and he is outgoing and loves to make friends.
He must be involved in the strike, and he must be the leader.
Thinking of this, Chen Zikun hurriedly asked: "How will the commander deal with the strike?"
Zhao Yufeng said: "How else can I deal with it?
Click."
He made a beheading gesture.
Chen Zikun took a breath: "It's just a strike, there's no need for such thunderous measures."
Zhao Yufeng sneered and said: "The commander-in-chief has endured it enough.
These workers just don't know how to appreciate others.
They have tasted the benefits of going on strike several times before, but they are even more motivated.
Taking advantage of the approaching New Year's Eve, they go on strike again.
Isn't this deliberately causing trouble?"
Where does our military pay come from?
It doesn’t all depend on the income from Jinghan Road.
They are on strike and we are drinking from the northwest wind.”
Only then did Chen Zikun understand the seriousness of the problem.
The Beijing-Hankong Line could be regarded as Wu Peifu's lifeline.
Not only could this railway quickly mobilize troops and control Beijing and the hinterland of the Central Plains, it was also a money tree.
If the Beijing-Hankow Line was stopped for a day, the economy would be affected.
The losses were immeasurable, and they occurred during the peak period of freight and passenger traffic at the end of the year.
It would be strange for the commander not to get angry in a hurry.
Seeing Chen Zikun's preoccupied look, Adjutant Zhao said: "It doesn't matter, just cut off a few heads and it will stop.
It won't be too late to return to Beijing for the New Year."
Chen Zikun didn't hide it from him, saying: "I am working on Jinghan Road with my friends, and I am afraid that he will also be involved in the labor unrest."
Zhao Yufeng said: "But the big brother we met in Hankou three years ago also gave us flour."
"Exactly, his name is Zhao Dahai, and he runs on the Hankou line in Zhengzhou."
"That's troublesome.
A few days ago, the commander-in-chief ordered a group of workers who were making trouble to be arrested.
Maybe this guy was among them.
I'll go to the Zhengzhou Police Station to find out.
If he was caught, we have to find a way quickly. " Without further ado, Chen Zikun immediately went to Zhengzhou to inquire about the news.
Before leaving, he went to the Staff Office to ask for leave.
His immediate superior was Zhang Fangyan, Chief of Staff.
Director Zhang also had the rank of colonel.
He was very interested in Chen Zikun, the popular man in front of the commander-in-chief.
He was very polite and immediately granted leave without saying a word.
When Chen Zikun went out, a group of lieutenant colonels and majors in the staff office immediately started whispering.
When Chen Zikun was the leader, they were already school officers.
But two or three years later, the former leader actually climbed on top of them. , no one can swallow this breath, so although Chen Zikun has been on the job for half a month, he has not been able to integrate into the small group of the Staff Office.
After borrowing a car from the adjutant, Chen Zikun rushed to Zhengzhou with Zhao Yufeng and Lao Wang Lao Li.
Zhengzhou was originally a small town.
After the construction of Longhai Road and Jinghan Road, the two major traffic arteries in the east, west, and south intersected here, forming the most important transportation hub and railway marshalling station in the Central Plains.
Zhengzhou has developed and prospered, and it is now one of the most important cities in the Central Plains.
One of the largest cities.
Zhao Yufeng often went to Zhengzhou to drink and gamble, and he was very familiar with the terrain.
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Under his guidance, the car drove to the workers’ dormitory area of Zhengzhou Railway Bureau.
It was located along the railway line and was a cluster of newly built red brick bungalows.
The Chinese New Year was almost here, but there was no New Year here.
There was no smell, but an atmosphere of sadness filled the air.
The car was driving slowly on the road in the dormitory area.
An old man carrying a dung basket passed by.
Zhao Yufeng lowered the window and asked him: "Old man, do you know where a man named Zhao Dahai lives?"
The old man looked up at him, shook his head indifferently, and pointed to his ears and mouth.
"Damn, it turns out he's deaf."
Zhao Yufeng cursed and retracted the car.
The car drove forward slowly, and the old man spat bitterly and cursed in a low voice: "You are the one who is deaf, you bitch."
Seeing this car approaching with five-color stars painted on the door, every household slammed the doors and windows, and the children playing at the door were also carried in by adults.
"Holy shit, I feel like a rat crossing the street."
Zhao Yufeng blinked, with a look of suspicion on his face, and suddenly realized: "This military uniform is weird.
The police station just arrested a group of workers a few days ago.
Maybe they thought we were Here to arrest someone.”
Chen Zikun had an idea and said, "It's better to go directly to the police station and inquire."
Nowadays, Chen Zikun is a senior staff officer under Marshal Wu.
No one dares to neglect him no matter where he goes.
When Zhengzhou Police Chief Huang Dianchen heard that someone from Luoyang was coming, he immediately went to the gate to greet him personally.
Chen Zikun's military uniform was straight, his riding boots were shiny, his saber was clanging, and there was a sword behind him.
Following the adjutant Ma Bian, who was naturally very impressive, Director Huang welcomed Chen Zikun into the police station with a smile on his face, not to mention the good cigarettes and tea.
After Chen Zikun took his seat, he mentioned the purpose of his trip straight to the point: "The commander-in-chief is very concerned about the strike on Jinghan Road.
I don't know what progress Director Huang has made and when the railway will be opened to traffic."
Huang Dianchen didn't know what the plan was and hurriedly reported: "The union lion opened his mouth and put forward several conditions.
The first one was to remove the director of the Beijing-Hankou Railway Bureau and the police chief of Beizhi, and to compensate for their losses.
The military band beat the gong.
Beating drums to return the seized Zhengzhou Railway Union plaque.”
Chen Zikun slapped the table: "It's extremely ridiculous."
Director Huang echoed: "It's not just ridiculous, it's simply ridiculous.
They also require paid rest on Sundays and a week off during the Spring Festival, hahaha."
Chen Zikun did not laugh.
It is undeniable that some of the union's demands are simply seeking the skin of a tiger.
It is absolutely impossible to remove the director of the road bureau and the chief of police.
Asking the military band to send things back is equivalent to slapping Wu Peifu in public, but it is closed on Sundays.
These two conditions, including the Spring Festival holiday, really reflect the hardships of the workers.
"How did Director Huang respond?"
Chen Zikun asked.
When Huang Dianchen saw that Chen Zikun was not smiling, he quickly stopped his smile and coughed dryly and said: "The humble officials sent people to arrest several leaders of the union, tortured them severely, and ordered them to resume work."
"Is it effective?"
"Not yet.
You don't know something, Counselor Chen.
This group of people is not simple.
They are the Communist Party."
The term Huang Dianchen threw out shocked Chen Zikun.
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"Then what are Director Huang going to do?"
"Kill" Huang Dianchen sneered with a sinister smile and made a melon-cutting gesture.
"How many people have been arrested?
Is there a list?"
Chen Zikun asked.
"Yes, come here, bring me the list."
Huang Dianchen asked his men to get the list and forward it to Chen Zikun.
Looking at it at a glance, Zhao Dahai's name was indeed among the more than ten people arrested.
"I want to interrogate the prisoners."
Chen Zikun stood up without any explanation, "Where are they being held?"
"It's at the police station."
Huang Dianchen personally led Chen Zikun to the cell of the police station and saw the twelve and a half prisoners detained here.
Among them was a ten-year-old boy who was arrested with his father because of his age.
It's too small, so it can only be counted as half a person.
There was no daylight in the cell, the floor was covered with rotting thatch, and the air was extremely polluted.
Chen Zikun couldn't help but cover his nose with his white-gloved hands.
He casually pointed to the three words "Zhao Dahai" on the list and said, "Bring this person out.
I want to ask questions alone."
Director Huang immediately complied and vacated the jailer's duty room to allow Chen Zikun to interrogate the prisoners.
With the sound of shackles dragging the floor, Zhao Dahai was brought in.
When he saw Chen Zikun, his pupils shrank, but he did not show any strange expression.
"You guys go out first."
Chen Zikun dismissed the jailer and looked Zhao Dahai up and down: "Brother Dahai, who beat you?"
Zhao Dahai's hair was disheveled and his eyes were black and blue.
He had clearly received a beating, but his eyes were extremely shining, as if he had understood the true meaning of life.
"Da Kunzi, I really didn't expect us brothers to meet here.
When will you return to China?"
Zhao Dahai smiled and sat down at the table.
"I just came back.
I heard about the Zhengzhou railway workers' strike.
I came over quickly to have a look.
Fortunately, everything is fine.
Don't worry.
I will find a way to take you out later."
Chen Zikun said.
Zhao Dahai didn't answer, stared at Chen Zikun with bright eyes, and suddenly asked: "Is there any cigarette?"
Chen Zikun took out a box of Daqianmen, lit one for Zhao Dahai, and lit one himself.
Zhao Dahai took a deep breath of cigarette, exhaled it slowly, and said: "Da Kunzi, thank you for your kindness.
I can't leave because my comrades are still here.
Let's take the revolutionary oath together to fight with you."
We share joys and sorrows.”
Chen Zikun said: "If you don't leave, you will be beheaded."
Zhao Dahai took another deep puff of cigarette and smiled calmly: "Revolution always requires sacrifices.
If I, the leader, don't die, how can I let the workers who follow me on strike die?
If you think about the feelings of our brothers, Just promise me two things.”
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"What's up" "First, take Ye Kai away.
He is only ten years old and still a child.
Second, help me bring the quilts in my dormitory and a new cotton coat home."
Chen Zikun stood up angrily, walked back and forth in the room, pointed at Zhao Dahai's nose and cursed: "Zhao Dahai, is your brain rusty?
Your arms can't twist your thighs.
How can you group of workers fight against Marshal Wu?
You will die."
It’s my sister-in-law and children who are sad.
Who can remember your goodness?”
Zhao Dahai smiled, very boldly and freely.
"You don't understand, you don't understand.
The value of sacrifice may not be reflected for the time being, but without bloodshed now, the working class will never awaken."
Chen Zikun was silent.
The Zhao Dahai in front of him and the Zhao Dahai in his mind were no longer the same person.
There was something more in Zhao Dahai's eyes now, something that he could not understand yet.
In the cell, Huang Dianchen was pacing back and forth.
Suddenly, a subordinate panted and reported: "Director, there is an urgent call from Luoyang."
Huang Dianchen hurried to answer the phone, and the voice of the adjutant director of the Luyu Inspection Bureau came from the receiver: "Xiao Huang, how is the strike going?
The commander is waiting for your news."
"Go back to the director.
Staff Chen sent by the commander is interrogating the workers' representatives."
Huang Dianchen replied.
"Why didn't Commander Chen send someone?"
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