Chen Zikun had accurate information provided by Li Yaoting, and he was able to seize a large amount of goods from Sanxin Company.
The news reached Huang Jinrong's ears, and he was so angry that he threw a tea cup.
Marshal Chen had bitten Sanxin, and he would not have bitten him down.
It won't stop until it's a big piece of meat.
Originally, Sanxin Company spent 200,000 yuan in banknotes from various parties every month.
Even if the Songhu Guards Envoy was replaced by someone else, the money was not saved.
Now that Chen Zikun has banned smoking, not only Sanxin's family has suffered, but also the whole family has suffered.
The concession police station, the Huajie Police Department, and the troops stationed in Shanghai by Qi Xieyuan and Sun Chuanfang had their monthly tribute money greatly reduced.
For a while, everyone hated Chen Zikun.
There is no way to hate them.
Chen Zikun is a commander-in-chief, and he is heavily escorted when he goes out.
Moreover, he has a good reputation.
Banning opium is the responsibility of every citizen.
Qi Xieyuan and Sun Chuanfang have nothing to say.
Besides, the interim government in Beijing has dismissed Qi Xieyuan.
As the Su Governor, he was too busy to deal with that mess and had no time to take care of Shanghai's affairs.
Sun Chuanfang also stayed out of the matter, and the army prepared to fight against the Feng army going south.
Shanghai was left to Chen Zikun alone to do the hard work.
Zhang Xiaolin has been missing for several weeks.
Even Huang Huangrong doesn't know his whereabouts.
He only knows that this time Lao Zhang is really scared.
Not only Zhang Xiaolin is scared, but even Boss Huang is frightened.
This Marshal Chen is so dry that he can't speak. , he went to Du Yuesheng to discuss.
Boss Du also spread his hands and frowned: "You come to me, who should I go to?
It's not because Boss Zhang's assassination has angered Marshal Chen.
Brother Xiaolin should be responsible for these losses."
Huang Jinrong said: "I will naturally have to settle things with Xiaolin 4466 afterwards, but the current problem always needs to be solved."
Du Yuesheng said: "I'll send a message to Li Yaoting to ask.
I wonder if Marshal Chen will buy my face."
Huang Jinrong said: "You can give it a try, but it probably won't work.
Alas, I have an idea.
Let's see if it works like this."
Du Yuesheng said: "This has to be the case now.
Let's see whether Chen Zikun is an old egg or a Frenchman."
Chen Zikun knew that he had become notorious in Shanghai.
First he went on a military rampage and fought in Shanghai.
Then he issued military coupons and plundered people's wealth.
Recently, he went on a killing spree and harmed the countryside.
It is estimated that at least hundreds of thousands of people scolded his mother all day long.
Tens of thousands of people cursed themselves for early death all day long, and tens of thousands of others wished they could strangle themselves to death.
These tens of thousands of people are smokers in Shanghai.
Chen Zikun's ban on smoking did not cut off all opium channels, but it effectively raised the price of opium.
In the past, opium cost five yuan a tael, but now it has increased to ten yuan, and there are The price is unmarketable, and old smokers will have to live without two taels of cigarettes.
The expenses will be doubled, and their resentment will naturally be vented on Chen Zikun.
As for those Youth Gang disciples whose relatives and friends were shot dead by the "anti-gangster" operation, they hated him so much that they even organized several unsuccessful assassination operations, but of course they gained nothing except a few lives in vain.
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Chen Zikun didn't care at all.
Killing gangsters and villains was just a number to him, and he had no psychological burden at all.
He didn't care what the people in the world thought of him.
If he had to live by looking at others when he became a warlord, he might as well not be a warlord.
Anyway, this city Changing the King's Banner, one day he is a governor, and tomorrow he may be a prisoner.
It is not easy to catch the opportunity to display his ambitions, but he should not be too busy.
Li Yaoting is on the rise.
Whether a Qinggang disciple is arrested by the Songhu Military Envoy Office, Wusong Special Agent Group, or detained by the Chinese Police Department, as long as he says a word, he will send a steward to take it.
When he waved his business card, people were released.
For a while, many outsiders turned to his side, and many low-level hooligans even worshiped Li Yaoting as their old man.
He heard that Chen Zikun had confiscated two tons of opium, so he made a special trip to the Wusong Military Camp to intercede, saying that this was Boss Du's goods, so why not give him a face and release the goods quietly.
At least he had spoken to us before.
Chen Zikun said that I can promise you everything else, except for the opium matter.
If I let go of the opium, wouldn't it be a slap in the face to myself?
Li Yaoting could only say: "I didn't say anything."
Just when Xue Bin asked for instructions on what to do with the two tons of opium seized, Chen Zikun said that he would dig a hole and buy some lime in two days, and let's go to Wusong to sell the opium.
So Xue Bin sent his engineering company to dig a large square pit in the open space by the river, and sent people to buy a large amount of lime.
When the owner of the lime kiln saw the soldiers driving mule carts to buy lime, he asked the boss who You should build a house or build a wall.
The soldiers said that we don’t build a house or build a wall.
We bought lime to destroy opium.
The boss handed us cigarettes and chatted with the soldiers for a while.
After finding out the time and place for the destruction of opium, we waited for the lime to be transported and hurriedly called a rickshaw and ran to the declaration office on Fourth Avenue. , out of breath, said: "Allah wants to break the news."
Lin Wenjing works as a senior clerk in Xianshi Department Store.
She is very leisurely and has nothing to do.
She can earn 80 yuan a month, twice as much as an ordinary salesperson.
Others look at her with envy and jealousy.
A little contempt made her very uncomfortable.
Chen Zikun never came back after he left.
Lin Wenjing lived alone in a big house in Shikumen.
Although she had a servant and a little wolf dog for company, she still felt lonely.
In the past, although she lived under the shelter of others, we were still a big family, so it was okay to make noises.
Not lonely, now there is only a submissive Wang Ma with low eyebrows, but she feels that something is missing.
Fortunately, her younger brother Wenlong has moved here.
Lin Wenjing knows that this was instigated by Aunt Mi, but it is just what she wants.
After work that day, Lin Wenjing heard two men in suits talking about Chen Zikun on the road.
They said that Marshal Chen was militaristic and murderous.
He shot hundreds of people without trial.
He was simply a bloody executioner.
The other man said no Not only that, Chen Zikun was also extremely greedy for money.
The so-called ban on smoking and crackdowns on gangsters was just to make money.
Don't you see, none of the innocent people who were captured had to pay tens or hundreds of yuan in ransom before they could be released.
The ban on opium was just a show.
"A warlord is a warlord."
The man said in an extremely contemptuous tone.
When the tram came, the two of them got on the car and left.
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Lin Wenjing's heart twisted into knots.
Back home, Wang Ma had already cooked a meal.
Lin Wenjing had no appetite to eat and was sitting in a daze.
Suddenly Wenlong ran in from outside with an excited look on his face: "Sister, I'm going to Wusong for an outing tomorrow morning."
Lin Wenjing was very surprised: "What kind of outing is there in winter?
It's not because you want to skip school, right?"
Lin Wenlong said: "No, the school teacher arranged for us all to go to Wusong to watch the cigarette burning."
"Destroy cigarettes" Lin Wenjing didn't understand.
"It means burning opium cigarettes.
Our teacher said that in ancient times, opium was burned in Humen, and now in Wusong, this is a major event that has been passed down through the ages.
We must go and witness it with our own eyes."
Lin Wenjing thought for a while, then picked up the phone to call Xianshi Department Store to find Manager Wang, saying that she wanted to take a day off tomorrow.
Manager Wang naturally agreed and asked if one day was enough and that it would be okay to take a few more days off.
Early the next morning, the orderly woke up Chen Zikun, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and had breakfast.
While he was eating, he suddenly heard the noise outside.
He suddenly frowned: "Why are you making such a fuss?"
Shuangxi came in and said, "Commander, many people are here."
Chen Zikun said: "Are they here to cause trouble?
Let Xue Bin mobilize a company to drive them out."
Shuangxi said: "I don't know if it's the cause of the trouble.
I'm afraid we won't be able to drive them out.
There are so many people."
Chen Zikun wondered whether Huang Huangrong was so brave and dared to fight with him face to face.
He didn't eat breakfast.
He put on his military uniform and a big cloak and went out.
He was shocked.
There were people outside the military camp and on the road.
Both sides were crowded, mostly young people, holding small flags, and everyone was as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year.
Several reporters wearing windbreakers and top hats, holding camera stands, saw Chen Zikun coming out, and swarmed up to them, scrambling to interview him, but were stopped by sentries with bayonets.
Chen Zikun understood, this was a good thing.
He said with a straight face: "Put your gun away quickly.
How can you treat your journalist friends like this?
Journalists are the uncrowned kings.
We soldiers should respect them."
This was said beautifully, and the reporters were elated, and their favorable impression of the Marshal increased exponentially.
A beautiful female reporter asked: "Marshal Chen, I am a reporting reporter.
Can I ask you a few questions?"
Chen Zikun said: "First of all, I want to correct your mistake.
I am the Military Supervisor of Jiangdong Province and the Secretary-General of the East China Anti-Smoking Committee, but I am not a commander-in-chief.
Only warlords are called commanders."
After a burst of good-natured laughter, the female reporter said: "Would you rather be called Supervisor Chen or Secretary-General Chen?"
Chen Zikun said: "The name is chosen to be called by others.
Just call me Chen Zikun."
Seeing that Chen Zikun was so approachable, young and handsome, the female reporter was too embarrassed to ask the pointed questions she had prepared, so she changed the question: "Do you think it is difficult to ban smoking?"
Chen Zikun said: "Our country has been deeply poisoned by opium for a hundred years.
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Since Lin Zexu banned opium in Humen, opium has never been truly banned.
Shanghai is the hardest hit area by opium.
The opium trade is intricately involved.
The ban on opium has benefited many people."
They hated me so much that they carried out assassinations no less than five times.
You can imagine how difficult it is to ban smoking. " The female reporter covered her mouth and let out an exaggerated sigh.
Chen Zikun's image in her eyes became even more majestic.
Chen Zikun said with great sadness: "In order to ban smoking, I sacrificed many of my subordinates.
In order to ban smoking, I lost no less than tens of millions of money.
I have also been depressed.
I have also asked myself whether it is right to do so.
Today I finally understand that banning smoking It’s right because” He suddenly raised his voice, opened his arms and said, "Because you are fighting side by side with me."
There was thunderous applause.
After hearing such a touching speech, the eyes of college students and middle school students all became wet.
The reporters quickly wrote down in their notebooks that the female reporter who made the application was overwhelmed by Chen Zikun's charm.
If she hadn't been in front of such a person , wishing to throw herself into Chen Zikun's arms on the spot.
Lin Wenjing in the crowd held her brother's hand tightly, her heart was up and down.
Sure enough, he was no longer the old man who happily pulled a rickshaw and trotted around in Beijing's alleys all day long.
Five years later, he had become a world-class hero
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