"Uncle, you know what you are doing," Mai Ping asked tremblingly, with a cry in his voice.
He knew in his heart that the Federation of Trade Unions was probably in ruins at this time.
"Chairman Wang of Wuhan sent a telegram to enforce revolutionary discipline and ban all illegal organizations."
Mai Zilong read from the script with a straight face.
Mai Ping stood up holding on to the sofa: "You, you, you, you betrayed the revolution, you traitor."
He pointed at Mai Zilong's nose, with fire shooting out of his eyes.
Mai Zilong raised his hand and slapped her hard, causing Mai Pingyuan to stagger.
"You beast, I am the chairman of Jiangdong Province and your uncle.
You dare to point at me like this.
You are disrespectful and morally corrupt.
No wonder people outside say that you are a bunch of people without kings and fathers.
Come on."
"Yes" the four guards puffed up their chests.
"Tie this kid up and lock him in the ancestral hall and let him face the wall and think about his mistakes."
Mai Zilong flicked his sleeves and turned his back.
The guards dragged Mai Ping, who was swearing profusely, down, and the adjutant hurried in and reported: "Chairman, we won the first battle.
Countless bandits were killed and injured.
The big manhunt is still going on.
Please give instructions, Chairman."
Mai Zilong said: "How effective is the imported TNT?"
The adjutant was beaming with excitement: "What a good fellow, the union building will be blown down in one go.
At least a few hundred people will die."
Mai Zilong nodded: "Okay, let the brothers work hard and eliminate those who rebel against the party.
I will reward you heavily."
The adjutant said: "There are so many people who rebel against the party.
I'm afraid there won't be enough prisons, and the food expenses will be huge."
Mai Zilong waved his hand impatiently: "What's the matter?
Just kill him and throw him into the river."
"Yes" the adjutant went down with murderous intent.
Fifteen minutes ago, a black car drove to the door of the Provincial Federation of Trade Unions.
The driver hurriedly got out of the car and left.
The Federation of Trade Unions had a huge flow of people.
No one paid attention to the car with many cardboard boxes in the back.
Five minutes later , a violent explosion occurred in the car, and the Federation of Trade Unions instantly turned into a pile of rubble.
Hundreds of cadres working inside suffered heavy casualties.
Immediately afterwards, ten trucks rushed over, and countless policemen in black uniforms jumped out of the vehicles.
They were not here to save people, but to kill.
They would pull out the living ones and shoot them, and stab the half-dead ones with bayonets.
For a time, the Federation of Trade Unions was bleeding like a river.
Not only the Federation of Trade Unions was raided, but also peasant associations, pickets, special courts, cadre schools and other institutions were besieged by the police.
Tragic scenes were staged everywhere.
When the explosion occurred, Zheng Zeru was coming to the special court to execute Liu Cunren on Mai Ping's order.
The poor clerk of the Supervisory Office was taken away from his home by pickets and locked up in a cell converted into a school just a few days after his good days.
Liu Cunren felt baffled.
He had not broken any laws and had not offended anyone.
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How could he be arrested in a daze?
The person who arrested him was not a policeman or a military policeman, but a master worker wearing a felt hat and overalls and holding a rifle.
The temporary prison was converted into a classroom.
There were no iron bars on the windows and the door panels were very thin.
There were dozens of people locked up in one room.
Judging by their appearance and temperament, they were either gentlemen in the city or landlords in the countryside.
After asking about it, I found out that everyone was unjust. , some were falsely accused by shop workers, some offended local peasant association cadres, and some were misers unwilling to spend money to avoid disaster.
Liu Cunren knew that what they said may not be true, but among the prisoners in this room, there must be many who were truly wronged like himself.
Most of the workers' pickets and peasant self-defense forces were restless workers in the factory and second-rate groups in the countryside who were indolent and indolent.
Success, taking the opportunity to make money for revenge is indispensable.
Poor Jiangdong Province, it has been ruined in just two months.
Now the daily necessities of life are much more expensive than before.
The family has lost two salaries and can no longer survive. .
It was a hot summer day in July, and the stench in the cell was overwhelming.
Liu Cunren's clothes had not been changed for several days, and the smell was very unpleasant.
He huddled in the corner, hoping that someone would come to interrogate him.
He could not always be so unclear.
It's closed.
"Liu Cunren, come out," the gunman shouted as he knocked on the window.
Old Liu hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, smoothed his wrinkled gown and adjusted his glasses: "I'm here."
The person who came was Zheng Zeru, his daughter's classmate of Jiang University.
Liu Cunren became happy, knowing that his hope was coming.
"Xiao Zheng, is there any news about Ting'er?"
Liu Cunren asked eagerly.
He was more concerned about his daughter's whereabouts than his own case.
Zheng Zeru shook his head: "I don't know where Liu Ting is.
I'm here to tell you something."
He motioned to the pickets to avoid him.
When there was no one around, Zheng Zeru said again: "Uncle, Liu Ting has caused a big disaster, which has affected your whole family.
Now I have been ordered to execute you."
Liu Cunren looked at him desperately and whispered: "But I didn't kill anyone or set fire to him."
Zheng Zeru was very anxious: "Don't worry, I will let you go now.
You will take your whole family and leave Jiangdong immediately and never come back.
Do you understand?"
The weather-beaten middle-aged man stared into Zheng Zeru's eyes: "Xiao Zheng, I can't hurt you."
"Stop talking about this and leave quickly."
Zheng Zeru said urgently.
Suddenly a burst of gunfire rang out, and a large police force descended from the sky.
The officials and pickets of the Special Court were either killed on the spot or disarmed and taken away.
Liu Cunren and Zheng Zeru were safe and sound even though they hid in a corner amidst the hail of bullets.
It happened that one of them led the patrol.
The officer knew Liu Cunren.
Seeing his unkempt appearance, he asked, "Chief Liu, you have also been arrested."
Liu Cunren said hurriedly: "Inspector Zhang, I was wrongly accused."
Inspector Zhang said: "Go home quickly, my wife and children are waiting for me."
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He looked at Zheng Zeru warily and looked him up and down.
This student uniform looked too much like the Communist Party.
Liu Cunren quickly covered it up for him: "Inspector Zhang, this is my nephew.
He came from out of town and was entrusted by my wife to come here.
Come to see me in the cell.”
Inspector Zhang did not doubt that he was there and said: "Then leave quickly.
It is not safe on the streets these two days, so stay away from home."
The two left in a panic.
A dozen people with red armbands on their arms were kneeling on the ground on the roadside, with a row of black gun muzzles behind them.
"Ready to release" "Bang bang bang bang" Zheng Zeru didn't dare to look, so she helped Liu Cunren walk away quickly and arrived at Liu's house.
The family had been without food for two days.
When she saw her father coming back, a group of children gathered around and asked questions.
Liu's mother wiped the corners of her eyes and kept sobbing.
Liu Cunren pulled his wife aside: "Does the family still have money?"
"If you don't have a grain of rice, how can you still have money?"
Liu Cunren thought for a moment, then walked into the study and took out an inkstone he had collected, and carefully held it to Zheng Zeru: "You can take this to a pawn shop and exchange it for dozens of dollars, so keep it and escape."
Zheng Zeru's eyes were filled with tears: "Uncle, I" "Stop talking, you are a life-saving grace for me.
Take it quickly."
Liu Cunren gave the inkstone to Zheng Zeru, then dug out a set of his old clothes and asked Zheng Zeru to change into his student clothes and make his hair disheveled.
Then he said with satisfaction: "It's safe to look like a down-and-out scholar."
Zheng Zeru left, pawned Liu Cunren's inkstone for 20 yuan, bought a boat ticket and left the provincial capital, and since then he has left the organization.
Mai Ping also left, and was escorted to his hometown in the countryside by someone sent by his uncle.
However, he did not sit in front of the wall and think about his fault.
Instead, he went straight to the wedding ceremony.
The family arranged a wife for him.
Although she was illiterate and had bound feet, she was incompetent.
Yes, for a restless young man like Mai Ping, he must find such a virtuous wife to take care of him.
The patriarch of the family said that Mai Ping should be confined at home.
If he cannot raise the next generation, he will stay away from home for the rest of his life.
Mai Ping was in agony.
The sound of gunfire and the screams of his comrades could be heard in his mind every moment.
His only outlet was to sow seeds in his new wife day and night.
Fortunately, the daughter-in-law arranged for him at home was pretty.
He also has a gentle and generous temper, which can soothe Mai Ping's injured soul.
A week later, the dust settled in the provincial capital.
Mai Zilong is the provincial chairman who was once the director of police.
He is the best at arresting people and shooting them.
He has done a beautiful and thorough job of purging the party.
All the remnants of Chen Zikun's time in power have been wiped out.
The cleaning was spotless, for which Mai Zilong was commended by the Wuhan government.
But Chairman Mai was not happy at all.
After killing so many people, all he got was empty praise.
Tang Shengzhi's Eighth Army stationed in Jiangdong, spreading troops everywhere, and forcing conscripts.
The people were in dire straits and complained, and those Qiu Ba He doesn't take himself as the provincial chairman seriously at all.
There is an order on the desk, which was sent by the Eighth Army Headquarters, requiring Mai Zilong to raise 500,000 military salaries within a week.
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Sitting in the study were eight well-dressed men, all of whom were leaders in industry and commerce in the province.
Among them was Gong Jiaxiang, the general manager of Huijin Bank.
"If the army is not satisfied with the pay, it will definitely poison the place.
Everyone, please help me."
Mai Zilong said.
"I object," Gong Jiaxiang said, "This is killing the goose to obtain the eggs.
How can we in Jiangdong have enough money to feed the guest army?
When Chen Zikun was in power, we had never done so much."
Mai Zilong was speechless.
He was from the old school.
He was not like the current party members who frequently labeled the other party as counter-revolutionary.
Gong Jiaxiang was a socialite and a former member of Congress.
His words were well-founded.
How could he disagree with his words?
Just arrest the people and shoot them.
"Chairman Mai, raising military pay is a matter for the provincial government.
It cannot always be shouldered by us businessmen.
There was a labor unrest some time ago and workers stopped working.
My factory has no income and is about to close down.
I am really powerless.
Ah."
Another owner of a firewood factory shook his head and sighed.
"I think it would be better to drive away the Eighth Army."
A vice president of the Chamber of Commerce suggested.
"I'm afraid it's easier to invite gods than to send them away."
Gong Jiaxiang glanced at Mai Zilong and said meaningfully.
Mai Zilong was helpless.
He had invited Tang Shengzhi's army to prepare for Chen Zikun's comeback.
Unexpectedly, Chen Zikun didn't come back, leaving him with a mess to deal with.
Only now did he understand that he had snatched it from Chen Zikun.
It is not the territory of a province, but a giant powder keg that is in the midst of internal and external troubles and is in the midst of four wars, with all critical points approaching and yet to be reached.
"Chen Zikun, you've made me miserable."
Mai Zilong said to himself with a wry smile
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