Xin was very happy and scolded Zhen Huai. He felt that he had just built a shed and looked behind the banner. More than 100 people seemed to be not enough... He posed an eyeball and called back to Beishan Group to transfer cash. He put one million cash at the scene, and opened the box and exposed the money full of the box.

Zhao Daxi shouted loudly again: "Everyone can find a way to ask people to go. The elderly and children are 100 adults a day, and the women hold the children two hundred a day!"

As soon as the words were heard, there was an uproar around him. More than 300 workers scattered and quickly found a place to call. Within half a day, thousands of people had gathered at the gate of SoftBank's branch. The water around the factory was blocked. When it was dark, people even sent boxes of lunch and drinks to tents. Everyone was excited to pay for the wages of a day. Thousands of eyes were staring at the factory. Mr. Zhao said that he would let go and the Japanese didn't pay any wages.

That night, Secretary Yan just returned home when Secretary Xu found his home.

Yan Shichuan didn't care yet and said hello easily: "Old Xu, sit down."

He had just passed two days of comfort and ambition, and now Secretary-General Xu was much more miserable. His face was strange and he felt a little embarrassed.

Xu Changping thought for a while before coughing and speaking in a low voice: "Secretary Yan, the SoftBank Communications Branch on Dongguan's side, cough, is on strike."

Secretary Yan was also confused for a long time before he came to his senses: "Strike, what work should I stop?" Secretary Xu was also very confused and could only explain: "I also received the news from the Internet that thousands of workers surrounded the Japanese factory and asked for improved wages and benefits. I don't know much about the specific situation."

Secretary Yan was completely confused. He was full of suspicion when he grabbed his hair. The Dongguan workers still had such a high awareness and knew that it was impossible to strike and protest. Lao Yan didn't take his hair into his heart after a while. He also felt that the big deal was the workers who caused trouble at most. He just caught the person who led the trouble.

Secretary Yan was still calm at this time: "Call the Dongguan Municipal Party Committee and ask them to deal with it... Uh, please pay attention to protecting the masses and avoiding any trouble."

Secretary-General Xu was full of bitterness and could not say anything. He really didn't dare to tell Secretary Yan that the strike was organized by Zhao Daxi. Isn't it nonsense to ask the Dongguan Municipal Party Committee to arrest Zhao Daxi? Even Zhang Han, the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee, went to the Central Party School for training. I really want to ask Secretary Yan, who will be the order of the Dongguan police now? Should they listen to your instructions or Zhao Daxi? Of course, they only dare to think about this in their hearts. They dare not say it even if they beat them to death.

After thinking about it, Lao Xu lowered his head and left Secretary Yan's house. He licked his lips and asked a taxi to go to Dongguan to take a look. It was already midnight when Secretary Xu arrived at Dongguan. Thousands of people fell asleep in tents, and many policemen gathered together to play poker and chat. There were also many Dongguan citizens in the police. It was quite pleasant to cooperate with the police, and there were also riot police officers, but the shield was used as a table for playing poker.

The glass of the factory was almost smashed. There was no complete piece of glass. The factory area was pitch black and the Japanese could be seen vaguely setting up roadblocks, but they didn't know which room to hide. Lao Xu stood there and struggled for a while. He still asked the secretary to call a policeman.

Lao Xu had to turn cold and asked coldly: "I am Secretary-General Xu of the Provincial Party Committee, where are your leaders?"

The policeman was startled and saluted quickly, and accidentally let out a joke: "You ask Mr. Zhao, uh, Li Cai is still there."

When the secretary next to Secretary Xu heard his eyes wide, he couldn't help but scold: "You have ears, Secretary Xu asked where your leader is!"

The police also knew that they had said the wrong thing, so they quickly went over vaguely: "Our Director Zhang went to Beijing for a meeting.

Old Xu was confused again. He knew that he could not ask any questions but did not use one of the nostrils of the Dongguan Municipal Party Committee. Zhao Daxi spoke on the ground of Dongguan City, which was much more effective than the Provincial Party Committee. At this time, he saw that Secretary General Xu's ability was to clearly distinguish between public and private affairs and urgently mobilized personnel from the Public Security Department. If this matter was not done well, it would be a big wave, which was really fatal. He had to arrange the scene of the armed police force coming to the town overnight. Protect the Japanese factory first.

At this time, Zhao Daxi was also directing operations in a tent in the distance. The tent was filled with instant noodles of mineral water, which made the atmosphere tense and seemed to be in a war. Several senior police officers accompanied him and helped to make plans. Of course, they knew who to listen to if Zhang Han was not with the police officers like Dongguan.

Zhao Daxi was very proud to dispatch everything: "Have the back door been blocked? Did the chef who cooks for the Japanese withdraw? Did he ask if the Japanese have enough food to eat?"

Several Zhang Han's confidants looked at each other and could only tell the truth: "They have all been withdrawn. There are only Japanese people in the factory now, and the rice and white flour in the kitchen are probably enough for three days."

Zhao Daxi nodded with satisfaction and sweared at the tent again, saying, "Why has the wire not been cut off yet?" Dong, "Where has he died!"

When the voice fell, a power repair car was in the distance, and Xiao Dong's loud answer came from: "It's OK now. Don't worry, this is a high-voltage line!"

Zhao Daxi cursed a few more times before turning his head. He smiled sinisterly and said that he asked me for a lot of price on the territory of Dongguan City. I didn't make a few Japanese soldiers cry and said that they would just give up their surname Zhao. I didn't catch up when I was fighting a war a few decades ago, but I got the chance to repair these Japanese soldiers. I looked up and suddenly saw a few fires outside. Zhao Daxi rushed over in surprise and scolded several young people again.

I was really angry: "Didn't you tell you that the bricks are OK, don't set fire? If you burn the precision machine tool inside, will you compensate me?"

Several young people who were igniting the fire were also scared and trembled, and quickly explained: "We just wanted to grill a few skewers, but we didn't want to set the fire."

Zhao Daxi then forgot to let go: "Hide away and eat!"

Several young people didn't dare to give up their mouths and had to take the barbecue Zhuo's stove a little further away. Zhao Daxi also swallowed when he heard the smell of barbecue.

I still couldn't help but say hello: "Come back" and give me two skewers of beef."

Several young people were happy and ran back with a smile. Mr. Zhao was willing to eat their meat skewers, which was a blessing from the previous life. Maybe Mr. Zhao was happy that he leaked a little into his fingers, which would be enough for them to eat and drink in his life. It was really lively that night, and it only made more than 20 Japanese people in the factory, worried and didn't sleep all night. The phone line was cut off and the power was off, so he could only call the Japanese Embassy when the phone still had power.

The next morning, the provincial government was really infuriated. Several Japanese embassy officials came and had a bad attitude. They questioned Secretary Yan and threatened to use diplomatic means to send out foreign traffic. Secretary Yan then realized that Dongguan had a big fuss, and he also furiously called a taxi to take a look.

A lot of people from the provincial party committee arrived at Dongguan. Just as Xiao Dong was holding a loudspeaker, he shouted to the inside: "Listen, the people inside, we Chinese are kind and righteous, please send out the women and children. We promise to properly place your women and your children, and not let them go.

After shouting, thousands of people burst into laughter together, and of course they were not very polite in their words. I had heard that Japanese women were very open and casual, so it would be better to get a few out to open their eyes. Thousands of people laughed and made a noise. Secretary Yan's face gradually turned from blue to white. The fire became so big that he squeezed away the crowd and rushed over, snatching the loudspeaker from Xiao Dong's hand.

The crowd suddenly became quiet. Secretary Yan was so angry that he screamed: "Catch him up!"

After saying a word, there was another silence around him. The police officers and police officers present turned to pretend that they didn't hear him. There were not many who knew Secretary Yan. They said that Secretary Su was so easy-going and often came to visit. Most of the officials in the East were Secretary Su. This Secretary Yan hid in the provincial party committee every day. Who knew him? Yan Shuchuan called out and no one paid attention to him. He couldn't bear it and his face turned pale.

Fortunately, Director Wang also came along and quickly came forward to smooth things over and scolded: "This is Secretary Yan of the Provincial Party Committee. I will arrest this bastard who leads the troublemaker!"

Of course, a group of Dongguan police officers knew Director Wang. Then they took out their pounds a little reluctantly, and made a click to tell Xiao Dongdi that Xiao Dong was quite arrogant when he was wrongly left. He waved to the crowd. In addition, he received sincere cheers from the Dongguan people. Who wouldn't know that he was Zhao Daxi's confidant. Dongguan police officers were just going through the motions. Lao Yan was so angry this time that he had to suppress the anger in his heart, picked up the loudspeaker in his hand and said a few words.

No matter what, we still need to appease the people: "I am Yan Shuchuan, Secretary of the Guangdong Provincial Party Committee. All the villagers should go home. If you have any opinions, you can share with the Provincial Lou. The Provincial Party Committee will definitely help everyone solve practical difficulties."

Halfway through the shouting, he was interrupted by the strange voices from the people below: "Isn't our Guangdong Provincial Party Secretary Su He? When will the person be replaced? Is it true or false?"

After saying this, he also attracted a lot of people to agree. This is right. If you stay here for a day, adults and children will have money to get it. If you ask them to go home, will the provincial party committee give it to you? After saying this, Secretary Yan looked embarrassed again. It is right. Ordinary people don’t know what the provincial party secretary’s surname is. You know, you can’t arrest thousands of people, right. It’s too unreasonable.

Secretary Yan gave up when he saw this attitude. He put the loudspeaker on his face and gave Director Wang a wink. Director Wang was the largest policeman present. He mobilized police force for him and always persuaded the strikers to leave first. Director Wang did nod knowingly, and the execution was a big discount.

He hid behind the people and called his subordinates for a while, and then ordered them. Two hours later, but no more policemen were present.

Three hours passed, and only a few old police cars were driven from afar, which was really useless. Secretary Yan had long cursed the bastard in his heart and transferred the armed police. But this was impossible to say. He transferred the armed police to deal with his compatriots and people, and he would not dare to say this even if he was beaten to death.

Secretary Yan became angry and finally lost his composure: "Where is the director of the Dongguan City Public Security Bureau!"

Of course, the police officer of the East agreed with confidence: "She holds a meeting in the Beiji."

Lao Yan opened his mouth and became even more angry: "Where is the deputy director!"

A large group of people refused for a while, but no one was willing to stand up. If the provincial party secretary gets angry, it can be dismissed at most. It will only take a few days to promote him. If Zhao Daxi is so angry, it is still a big question whether he can be a deputy director. Whether he can be a policeman is still a big question. Several deputy directors have long been hiding far away and never show up.

Yan Shichuan's face could only be described as slight. Mayor Song was so frightened in the distance and said in a deep voice: "It's so happy, it's not good that you're embarrassing him so much."

Zhao Daxi's face remained unchanged and grinned: "Old Song, do you dare to make a bet with me? After this year, even the people above him will be thrown into the cold palace. Uh. Do you know which sect he is from?"

Mayor Song was so scared that his hands and feet were trembling a little, and he was still calm: "You said Secretary Yan, is he not a member of the Zhu School?"

Zhao Daxi nodded kindly, and his face was filled with elegance when he spoke: "The water is clear and there is no fish. Let me tell you this, Old Song, the Zhu School's trick won't work. Anyway, you have a idea in your heart. It's going to rain and my mother wants to remarry. I'll put my words here first. After this year, our Secretary Yan should retire. If you don't believe me, wait and see."

Mayor Song was really pounding with his eyelids. Listening to Zhao Daxi's secrets that he intentionally or unintentionally revealed to him, he was also thinking about how credible this statement was. If Secretary Yan was really killed, there would be no need to give him any more face. No wonder Zhao Daxi dared to jump up and down in front of Secretary Yan. It turned out that he had already been fully prepared. Secretary Yan sent a while of official power and no one paid attention to him. His face was ashen, and he couldn't hold on to him. At the same time, a large number of armed police soldiers drove to the scene. Lao Yan's face was relieved. Luo Yang, who jumped out of the car, looked at him for a while, and then waved his hand to Zhao Daxi from afar. Zhao Daxi happily replied to him with a gesture, sneering in his heart. Secretary Yan, you want to play with official power, may you be playing the wrong place.

Secretary Yan came to Dongguan for a trip and did not solve the practical problems. The Japanese factory was surrounded by thousands of ordinary people. After three days, the food was finally out of stock. Lao Yan sat in the office for a while. Finally, he realized that his trick was really not feasible, so he moved two privileged figures in the local area. In exchange for the provincial party committee to stay away from him. Things that violated the insults and disobediences from the emperor often happen, which is the price of power.

Xu Changping was also speechless beside him. He thought differently from Secretary Yan. What he thought was how Zhao Daxi, who was doing things before and after, could protect himself in the chaos, and even pushed Secretary Yan to such an awkward situation today. This man was ambitious and bold, and it seemed that the Japanese could not beat him this time.

Those who are think tanks always have to share their worries. Secretary-General Xu just grabbed the phone and wanted to call out. First, someone rushed in to report, and the above called to ask about the situation. What should he say? Xu Yan and the others were shocked at the same time. On one side were the Dongguan Yiba Zhao Daxi, and on the other side were the Japanese. The two of them were furious when they got squatted. One side was the boss and the other was the angry one. One was not dealt with properly and something really happened.

On the other hand, Zhao Daxi was not idle either, and led Xiao Dong and his group to the Japanese factory area.

Pointing to Matsumoto, whose face was covered with a dish and a bandage on his head, he grinned and said, "Are you convinced?"

If you say that Japanese left is really a kind of person, you dare to say something when food is out of stock, and your eyes are red, and you will rather die than surrender. Zhao Daxi smiled and then left the factory. He cursed the Japanese in his heart that he was really a kind of person. It seems that it would be impossible not to starve a few people to death. As long as you delay for three more days, you will be anxious and look at how many people are still stubborn.

On the other hand, I did not forget to start cooperation negotiations with two other Japanese telecom giants and made some noise to give SoftBank Group senior management. I am reminded that I am the one who has the right to do so, and I really don’t have to cooperate with you.

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Chapter completed!