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

Chapter 116 Development Opportunities, Qinghuasu Storytelling Soft Article

The martial law lasted until noon the next day.

The details of the series of bombings were by then widely known.

Whether Dai Yunong's behind-the-scenes efforts had any effect is unknown.

But those shouts of "Long live Goryeo!" were already known to everyone in Hongkou.

Faced with this situation, those with ulterior motives could no longer hide it.

There's no way we'd even consider forcibly creating trouble.

The atmosphere on the street remained somewhat tense.

Unable to return home last night, Lin Yi, who ultimately chose to work late into the night, encountered several checkpoints on his way home.

I asked the police officers who stopped me, and they said they were searching for Koreans.

As long as they are Koreans, the current order from above is to arrest them first, and then conduct a detailed identity verification process for each of them.

Lin Yi smiled but remained silent.

No one knows better than him.

Prior to the series of bombings, most of the Korean government-in-exile personnel had already evacuated from Shanghai.

By this time, they had probably already set up camp in Lin'an.

He could understand why the concession authorities had gone to such lengths to help the Japanese arrest resistance fighters.

Even an outsider like Dai Yunong could see the intricacies of the situation clearly.

As the mastermind behind the scenes, and someone who had seen the world, he certainly knew that the 'harm' caused by this series of explosions went far beyond the losses caused by the explosions themselves.

Panic, the continuous blood loss caused by rapidly spreading panic, is the real deadly slow poison.

Clearly, those in power in the concessions who were accustomed to focusing on their own interests should have already realized this.

Only then did they abandon their previous indifferent attitude and begin a large-scale manhunt for suspected Koreans.

If this unhealthy trend isn't suppressed, who knows if others will follow suit and do the same thing on their turf?

Everything is a precaution.

But it was destined to be in vain.

As the anti-inflammatory drug, ultimately named 'Anthocyanin,' gradually increases its supply, similar incidents will inevitably occur frequently.

Shanghai, Tianjin, Landao, Hanyang, and beyond the Great Wall.

Any place where Japanese people reside can become a target... even the island nation itself.

He needs to push things along in the early stages, but once the Koreans get hooked, they'll only become more and more obsessed.

The methods will become increasingly drastic.

It's not impossible that it could escalate to the point where a plane crashes into the palace of the "Pot-Foot Chicken" (a derogatory term for a powerful figure in China).

As for whether it will affect the spillover effect and impact foreign businesses in other concessions and other countries, Lin Yi could not guarantee it.

They didn't care.

The most direct impact of this incident on him was that, with the Japanese shifting their attention away from him, he could finally focus on development.

For the next period of time, Lin Yi was busy yet at ease.

Preparations for automobile manufacturing are progressing steadily, and Changyi New Technology has also completed its restructuring.

Furthermore, they designed some new types of equipment based on functional requirements.

Lin Yi rejected the proposal to order from abroad.

They facilitated a project team between Shanghai University and a textile equipment factory.

The equipment factory, whose production scale was expanding, began to conduct its own research and development.

In Lin Yi's eyes, the cultivation of China's mechanical industry officially began with this matter.

As for Fenghua Metallurgical Plant, which has resumed production, it has become increasingly low-key.

The two converters operated day and night, but there was still no sign of shipment.

Potential customers who came to visit were all turned away.

Even the Hanyang Arsenal, despite having a joint letter from the Military Commission and the U.S. Embassy, ​​failed to receive the goods.

Unbeknownst to everyone, three small batches of automatic rifles manufactured in a small workshop of the equipment factory had already been shipped to Sichuan Province during this period...

New Year.

In the morning, I met with a group of association members and, with a wave of my hand, signed more than twenty equipment orders for the support fund.

Lin Yi declined Wu Rongsheng's invitation to lunch and decided to take a half-day off, so he returned to Ferguson Road at noon.

He had barely stepped inside when Uncle Nan, who hadn't been away on business recently, returned home shortly after.

Then he sat down next to Lin Yi and carefully took out a cardboard box.

"Young master, do you know what this is?"

Looking at the English name of Qinghuasu on the cardboard box, Lin Yi's lips twitched involuntarily.

"what?"

"A new type of anti-inflammatory drug!"

When this word was mentioned, Uncle Nan's eyes lit up.

"Its anti-inflammatory effect is even better than that of Prontosil."

"It's been all over Shanghai these past few days; people say it can even have miraculous effects on treating pneumonia."

"Moreover, it is said on the market that this kind of anti-inflammatory drug is even more effective in treating inflammation caused by external injuries."

"In the recent incident at Pier 8, a laborer's foot was injured when a box fell on him. He couldn't afford treatment and eventually developed an infection."

"Finally, I managed to scrape together some money and went to the clinic."

"The doctor said it was beyond cure and the only option was to have surgery to amputate my foot."

"That was a huge sum of money. In the end, the family had no choice but to take him home and let him die."

"But just as I was leaving the clinic, I met a kind person who gave me two of these anti-inflammatory drugs."

"After using it, the infection started to subside the next day."

"Three days later, the wound began to heal, which was incredibly miraculous."

Listening to Uncle Nan's vivid and emotional recounting of the storytelling articles he had fabricated, Lin Yi rubbed his cheeks, revealing a surprised expression: "It's so effective?"

"It's just that good!"

As he spoke, Uncle Nan carefully opened the five-pack box: "They're selling like crazy right now. I had to go to great lengths to get this box."

"Young master, do you know how much this costs?"

"Since they're selling like crazy, it must cost at least a hundred yuan, right?"

"One hundred dollars?"

Uncle Nan shook his head and held up five fingers: "Five small yellow croakers for one serving, at the black market price, four hundred yuan for one serving."

"I used 25 small yellow croakers for this box, and I almost couldn't buy it."

Damn it, when Koreans get ruthless, they can rival us.

The wholesale price is 200, and they make double the profit by reselling it.

This is just the beginning; as the news spreads further, the price will likely rise even more.

However, from another perspective, this is also a good thing.

They will be more motivated if they have sufficient funding.

Thinking about all this, Lin Yi said, "This is too expensive. I'm afraid not many people can afford it."

"There's no way around it, things are valued because they're rare."

Uncle Nan said with a sigh, "As long as it can save lives in a critical moment, there are plenty of people willing to spend money."

As he spoke, he handed the medicine to Lin Yi: "Young Master, please put this box of medicine in the safe and keep it safe for emergencies."

Lin Yi: "..."

Believe it or not, I can use this as foot bath water.

Uncle Nan was unaware that he was considering the matter of foot bath water, and thought that Lin Yi was displeased with what he had heard.

He said earnestly, "Young Master, your status is different now, and so many people are wary of you."

"In a struggle for interests, there are often no bottom lines."

"Making more preparations may sound unlucky, but it can't hurt."

He never interfered in what Lin Yi did.

But most people know this.

After all, most of the bodyguards stationed in the two villas on the left and right were gang elites.

As the business grew larger, so did the number of people it offended.

Some things are impossible to prevent.

As for letting Lin Yi follow in his father's footsteps, some people have suggested it.

But he made an excuse to refuse.

Commercial disputes are just that—commercial disputes.

No matter how much they fight, it's all confined to certain rules.

But once politics is involved, it becomes a fight to the death.

The Lin family only has this one son, and he has a responsibility to take good care of him for his elder brother...