What Lu Chengzhou said makes sense to a certain extent.
In the British Concession, the relationship between policemen and rickshaw drivers was not harmonious.
Especially the British patrolmen always look arrogant.
Whether it is towards the rickshaw driver or other Chinese, his words and actions are very inappropriate.
It is rare for someone like Lu Chengzhou to be able to communicate with the rickshaw pullers in his own area on a regular basis.
Ordinary Chinese people have great contempt for rickshaw pullers, dock porters and other coolies.
"Didn't you investigate for a whole day yesterday? What did you find?" Ruan Jiangong said dissatisfied.
In fact, not only the patrol office was notified of the investigation of the rickshaw pullers, but the detective unit and the special agent unit were also asked to investigate the cause of the rickshaw pullers' strike.
However, there are no rickshaws in the British Concession, so how can they investigate?
Ruan Jiangong was originally very proud. He had made preparations yesterday and would definitely come out on top today.
Unexpectedly, Lu Chengzhou didn't make any progress.
"Seat patrol, starting from this morning, there is not a single rickshaw in the concession. Even if I have three heads and six arms, there is nothing I can do if I can't find anyone." Lu Chengzhou spread his hands and said with a wry smile.
"There were still rickshaws in the concession yesterday, right?" Ruan Jiangong asked.
"Yes, I went to the street last night and asked. According to my investigation, there is only one reason for the rickshaw strike. The inspection of their vehicles by the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau was slow, their attitude was bad, and they even beat people. Of course they would protest.
" Lu Chengzhou said.
"What can be done about this? How can we interfere with the British affairs?" Ruan Jiangong sighed.
In fact, he also investigated secretly. As Lu Chengzhou said, the Ministry of Industry Bureau's inspection of the rickshaw seat cushions was too slow and had a bad attitude. Most importantly, it delayed their work.
"Inspection, can you suggest to the superiors to speed up the inspection of rickshaws and provide certain compensation for delaying their work?" Lu Chengzhou asked tentatively.
Although Zhang Baotou did not make any request, nor did he ask him to test the attitude of the British.
However, as an agent, you don't need to be told by others to do these things.
Lu Chengzhou not only secretly helped the rickshaw pullers on strike, but also worked hard to obtain the maximum benefits for them.
All of this is not only out of Lu Chengzhou's conscience, but also his mission.
After several contacts with Zhang Baotou, Lu Chengzhou discovered a phenomenon: a rickshaw puller like Zhang Baotou was actually a very good intelligence collector.
There are more than 8,000 rickshaws in the British Concession. These people run on the streets all day long, and they can quickly know what is happening in the British Concession.
As for his address at No. 15, No. 24 Road, Lu Chengzhou did not tell Zhang Baotou, but he found his home accurately.
Zhang Baotou even mentioned that he knew about it a few days ago.
Lu Chengzhou lived at No. 15, No. 24 Road. Although it was not a secret operation, some of the patrolmen on No. 24 Road did not know about it.
In the future, if Lu Chengzhou needs to inquire about anything, can he ask Zhang Baotou?
It can be seen that Zhang Baotou is one of the more active rickshaw pullers in the British Concession.
Regardless of whether he is the leader of this strike, it will be very useful to him.
"Do you think the British will give in? I think the right way is to find a way to have the rickshaws inspect the vehicles quickly and go on the road to solicit customers." Ruan Jiangong said coldly.
The British Concession has always been aloof, and it is absolutely impossible for them to bow their heads to lowly rickshaw pullers.
"I just said the method." Lu Chengzhou smiled.
"You are asking the British Concession to make concessions. How can they agree?" Ruan Jiangong shook his head.
The arrogant British have never taken the Chinese seriously, so how could they give in?
Only when these people are beaten to death will they understand that the Chinese people cannot be insulted.
Lu Chengzhou believed that it was impossible to allow rickshaws to resume soliciting passengers without any conditions.
When Lu Chengzhou was about to leave Gordon Hall, he happened to bump into Clay Senqi who was getting out of the car.
Seeing Lu Chengzhou, Clay Senqi waved to him.
"Your Excellency Claisenqi." Lu Chengzhou ran over, saluted, and said in standard English.
"You should know about the rickshaw, right?" Kelesenqi had just returned from walking around on the street.
"Yes, it is said that they joined together to strike because they were beaten and scolded during the vehicle inspection, and their work time was delayed without compensation." Lu Chengzhou said immediately.
"Is there anything about beating or scolding the coachman?" Clesenqi frowned.
If you want to inspect all the rickshaws of more than 8,000 households in the concession in a short period of time, it will definitely waste some people's time.
However, this was the first time he heard of the British beating and scolding the coachman.
In Crescenqi's view, all British people are gentlemen, so why would they beat and scold Chinese people?
No matter how much I despise the Chinese in my heart, I won't show it on my face.
"I actually saw it yesterday morning." Lu Chengzhou glanced at Clay Senqi's expression and said softly.
"Do you have access to these rickshaw pullers?" Klesenchi asked.
"It used to be possible, but now they have disappeared." Lu Chengzhou shook his head.
"Find them out and ask them why they are on strike and how they can resume work," Clesenqi ordered.
"I promise to complete the task and I will report to you in the afternoon." Lu Chengzhou said firmly with his chest puffed up.
Lu Chengzhou has contact with Zhang Baotou and met last night. He believes that Zhang Baotou will definitely come to see him today.
Lu Chengzhou usually patrols No. 24 Road first, and then goes to No. 51 Road or Cumberland Road.
Today, because of the rickshaw strike, there are a lot more pedestrians on the street, and the rickshaws are almost extinct.
Only those privately purchased chartered cars are still in the British Concession.
But they are closed to the outside world and can only solve a few people's problems.
When Lu Chengzhou passed by No. 12, No. 24 Road, he saw Sun Zhuling, wearing a suit and carrying a leather briefcase, walking out of his home.
Originally, Sun Zhuling had a car, but today he walked.
"Mr. Sun, why are you walking to work?" Lu Chengzhou stopped beside Sun Zhuling, slid off his bicycle, and pushed the bike alongside Sun Zhuling.
"The car has gone to pick up other employees." Sun Zhuling saw that it was Lu Chengzhou, nodded and said.
"How about I give you a ride?" Lu Chengzhou said politely.
"You can't neglect your private life for business purposes. Your car is for work, not for taking me to work." Sun Zhuling shook his head.
"Mr. Sun, as a representative of the Chinese people in the concession, what do you think about such a thing happening in the concession?" Lu Chengzhou asked casually.
After all, the reason why the Ministry of Industry and Industry inspected all rickshaws in the concession was because someone from Jardine Matheson was hit in the butt by a spring.
