People in the Republic of China era began to rise from industry.

Chapter 122 A New Era in Shanghai: Public Opinion Takes Flight

Go to bed early and get up early.

The next morning, while Lin Yi was having breakfast, his subordinates delivered a telegram from Shanghai.

Last night, they blocked Chen Heming from going out for a good time at the entrance of New World.

Following Lin Yi's instructions to only hospitalize people and not kill them, he made a few cuts, severed two Achilles tendons, and incidentally left behind the name of Andao Company.

To outsiders, the matter seemed rather serious.

In short, the atmosphere in Shanghai's underworld instantly became tense and chaotic.

So the news spread very quickly, and Uncle Nan already knew about it.

Currently, the company has gathered personnel to strengthen security at various dock sites, guarding against Hengshe's retaliation.

Uncle Nan also personally oversaw operations at Pier No. 3.

"Didn't Uncle Nan say anything?"

After listening to Ah Sheng read the telegram in fits and starts, Lin Yi asked a question with a smile.

"It wasn't mentioned in the telegram, so it must have been left unsaid."

Lin Yi nodded.

Having an elderly person at home who unconditionally supports any decision you make makes you feel very at ease.

As for Hengshe's retaliation, he wasn't worried at all.

The times in Shanghai have changed.

Zhang Xiaolin passed away, Huang Jinyong passed away.

The fall of these two powerful gangs did not cause much of a stir, but it actually represented the rapid decline of the once dominant gang forces in Shanghai.

Especially the matter of Huang Jinyong being killed.

Some people, seeing things from a fog, only thought it was an internal strife among Huang Jinyong's men, with the boss being killed first and then the territory being fought over.

But those at a higher level know that it was Lin Yi who killed Huang Jinyong.

It can also be inferred that he was probably the first to kill Zhang Xiaolin.

Du Yuesheng also knew.

Whatever his reasons, he chose to stand by and do nothing about it.

But he chose to stand by and watch, and even took advantage of the incident to take over a lot of Wong Kam Yung's business.

Hengshe, which seemed to have finally achieved a monopoly, was actually already in disarray because of this matter.

Perhaps Du Yuesheng didn't realize this before.

However, now that this matter has fallen on his shoulders, Lin Yi believes he should have been jolted awake.

Without unity of purpose, even a group of over ten thousand Green Gang members were nothing more than a scattered mess.

How can a disorganized group fight against someone like me who once killed Zhang Xiaolin and Huang Jinyong?

Therefore, Lin Yi didn't need to call on his friends for help with this matter.

Mr. Lin's name alone is enough to intimidate most people.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Du Yuesheng dared not act rashly.

After some time, when Chen Heming dies under the guillotine, it will be time for him to take his final bow.

Lin Yi will not kill him.

Wandering far from home, reminiscing about his past glories, a quiet and desolate end was more fitting for him.

After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Lin Yi stood up and ordered, "Prepare the car, let's go look at the land."

Everything that needed to be arranged was arranged yesterday.

All that's left is to wait for public opinion to quickly ferment over time.

As soon as public opinion takes hold, his various arrangements will follow.

Chiang Kai-shek, who wanted to quell the public criticism, along with those self-proclaimed civilized foreigners, would certainly do a very good job...

"Is he that damn chairman?"

Compared to Lin Yi's information channels, Duan Xinde, who lived in the Shamian Concession, was far inferior.

Lin Yi had already laid out his trap before he finally managed to find out Lin Yi's identity.

The chairman of Andao Company and the president of the Textile Federation have gang connections.

In addition, he owns numerous businesses and is a well-known figure in Shanghai.

“It’s him. I even went to the telegram to ask about his age again, and confirmed that he is a young man in his twenties.”

Duan Xinde, who had been pregnant for many years, frowned upon hearing the word "young".

When he was in his twenties, he was still in the early stages of his career.

He looked after more than twenty brothels and ran brothels, and after deducting the tributes he paid to the government, he barely managed to make ends meet.

In the end, he changed careers and relied on helping people recruit workers to gradually develop his business to where it is today.

Making a profit from the difference in wages earned by bonded laborers is a long-term business.

The profits involved are also astonishingly large.

After years of fighting and killing, we finally managed to eliminate some of our competitors and subdue others, leading to the situation we have today.

He couldn't allow anyone to cut off his source of income at its root.

Not to mention that these textile factories are his biggest customers, once this door is opened, other industries will surely follow suit.

"Damn it, does he think he's some kind of dragon crossing the river?"

After cursing, Duan Xinde sneered, "It's a pity this is Guangzhou."

"Sir, should we teach him a lesson?"

The subordinate who came to report asked.

"Fighting and killing are meaningless."

Duan Xinde waved his hand.

His current status and position have long since transcended such crude methods.

Of course, the most important reason is that Lin Yi has a certain status and position.

He also had no idea just how deep the other party's background was.

Using such methods on someone rashly could easily lead to serious trouble.

It won't be a small amount of money to quell the situation later.

So, all we need to do is sabotage his plans.

The more prominent a person is, the more humiliating it is when their work is sabotaged.

It's definitely more effective than cutting him with a knife.

When the other party leaves in disgrace, he will personally see them off, thus saving face and gaining respect.

Thinking it over, Duan Xinde said, "I keep my word. Three days means three days. If Chen Qiyuan doesn't give me a definite answer by tomorrow night, then don't blame me for being impolite."

“Start with his Shengchanglong, block off several streets, and don’t let a single worker in.”

"Damn it, let's see how many days he can last!"

The subordinate blinked and asked cautiously, "Sir, what about the phone call from the city government yesterday...?"

"He has connections in official circles, but I don't?"

Duan Xinde interrupted him.

Last night, someone from the municipal government called him and asked him to take care of things in the matter of clearing out indentured laborers in the textile industry.

This was not unexpected for Duan Xinde.

Chen Qiyuan comes from a large and powerful family, so it's impossible that he doesn't have connections in official circles.

If it were a normal matter, he would definitely give them face.

But when it comes to cutting off his source of income, there's absolutely no room for compromise.

He spends so much money every year to bribe all sorts of powerful figures, all to protect this path to wealth.

Now is the time to use him. As long as his methods are not too extreme, no one will do anything to him.

If this drags on, there will eventually come a time when Chen Qiyuan can't hold on any longer.

Once we take down the leader, the rest are nothing but chickens and dogs.

This incident also serves as a deterrent to those in other industries who are dissatisfied with his control over employment.

After his subordinates took their orders and left, Duan Xinde reviewed the whole incident again, becoming increasingly smug.

He prefers to use his brain to work rather than rely on his fists to make a living in his earlier years.

Those who labor with their minds govern others; those who labor with their bodies are governed by others. The ancients were truly right.

"Sir, the Hong Kong newspapers have arrived."

A servant knocked on the study door and then placed a stack of newspapers on the desk.

Reading newspapers is a habit that Duan Xinde has gradually developed over the years while learning to read.

He not only reads various newspapers from Guangzhou, but also subscribes to newspapers from other places.

He also needed to keep a close eye on Hong Kong newspapers, especially those of people like him who also had overseas business.

Although he sometimes doesn't recognize some words, it doesn't stop him from learning about national and international affairs from the newspapers.

The occasional reflections that sparked his interest yielded many valuable insights.

At that moment, he casually picked up the top Hong Kong Express newspaper.

Just one glance at the headline on the front page and his previously relaxed and comfortable posture immediately straightened up.

'Bloody Exploitation—The Dark Side of the Contract Labor Industry!'