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August 11, the second day of the rice price turmoil.

The night before, apart from giving orders to distribute weapons and strengthen vigilance, Fukutsu Shitoku was not particularly worried.

After all, the protesting crowd had gradually dispersed before nightfall.

They just came here to vent.

Then?

Then no.

He is a Japanese, this is a Japanese rice shop, and there are police patrols outside to protect him, so these Chinese people don't dare to do anything.

However, before Mihang opened the door in the morning, I heard the urgent call from my subordinates:

"Those Chinese people are here again!"

Fukujin Chitoku hurriedly opened the window and took a look, his expression suddenly changed.

Before 7 o'clock, hundreds of people had already gathered outside Mihang.

"idiot!"

Fukutsu Chitoku cursed fiercely: "Let those patrol officers come here again immediately!"

"Boom!"

I don't know who it was, but he threw a stone hard and went straight to the second floor, hitting the window heavily.

Fukutsu Chitoku was shocked.

Then, people from Shanghai shouted outside:

"Suppress rice prices, we want to survive!"

"idiot!"

Fukutsu Chitoku closed the window angrily.

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Jing'an Temple capture room.

Detective Robert picked up the phone and said in stiff Chinese:

"I'm looking for Mr. Zhuang..."

Mr. Zhuang is Zhuang Xindao.

President of Shanghai Rice and Grain Federation, honorary consultant of Shanghai Charity Federation, honorary chairman of Shanghai Citizen Aid Association, Shanghai...

In short, there are a lot of names.

Although this person is not a traitor in name, his attitude has been leaning towards the Japanese for a long time.

In public, he supported the anti-Japanese war and even donated money to the anti-Japanese war.

But on key issues, he would always quietly provide assistance to Japan.

Regarding the price of rice, he basically followed the advice of Fukutsu Chitoku and stocked up in large quantities, causing the price of rice to remain high.

People like this are more disguised and more destructive.

After a while, Zhuang Xindao's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm Zhuang Xindao... Ah, Inspector Robert, what's the matter with you calling so early?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhuang, you probably know about the protest that happened at Fujin Rice Shop yesterday... Yes, those protest teams have started to gather again, and I need your help..."

"My assistance?"

"Mr. Zhuang, listen to me. You are the president of the Shanghai Rice and Grain Federation and you have great influence. Moreover, you have great personal charm and social status, so I need your help."

"Please tell me, how can I help?"

"It's up to you to persuade those protesting teams to disperse."

Zhuang Xindao hesitated: "Will they listen to me?"

"Yes, it will definitely happen." Detective Robert said with certainty: "Because I know you have irresistible charm, and those people will definitely listen to your persuasion. Don't worry about your safety, I will protect you personally.

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"Okay, I'll go there right away."

The phone was hung up.

Detective Robert asked curiously: "How do you know he will agree?"

"What honorary consultant, honorary chairman." Meng Shaoyuan smiled: "He has held fifteen honorary positions in total. This kind of people are often particularly greedy for vanity and like those so-called reputations. Now, you are trying to make such a big splash.

The opportunity was given to him. Once the wave of protests dissipates because of his reasons, this will be something he can brag about for the rest of his life."

Inspector Robert smiled.

Since he took office as the detective, Director Sinclair personally had a conversation with him, and the central idea was only one:

We foreigners come to Shanghai to make money, not because of any lofty ideals.

Those are all illusory things.

If you want to make money peacefully in Shanghai, there is one person you cannot avoid:

Meng Shaoyuan!

Detective Robert accepted the advice given to him by Sinclair and had a meeting with Meng Shaoyuan as soon as possible.

Then, he found that he had made the wisest choice.

Meng Shaoyuan made him a lot of money.

Of course, he also did a lot of things for Meng Shaoyuan.

He and Meng Shaoyuan quickly became close "friends".

Friends, once established on the basis of interests, this "friendship" is unbreakable.

"Then, I think you can set off to protect Mr. Zhuang's safety."

Meng Shaoyuan picked up an apple and took a big bite:

"Well, that's so sweet."

…

At 8 a.m., the protest crowd already numbered close to 1,000 people.

The momentum was huge and the crowd was excited.

The number of people continues to increase.

According to reliable information, a large number of Shanghai citizens who missed yesterday's protest are flocking here.

After all, the price of rice is related to the survival of every family.

You cannot expect every ordinary person to be a staunch patriot, nor can you expect them to shed their blood for the country anytime and anywhere.

However, the skyrocketing price of rice is closely related to their lives.

When they feel that they can no longer survive, as long as someone speaks inflammatory slogans and engages in group behavior, they will be involved involuntarily.

Many peasant uprisings in Chinese history were based on this foundation.

Liu Tiepi looked around.

His brothers were already mixed in with the crowd.

Today, the Qing Gang dispatched a total of 500 disciples.

So far, half of the more than 1,000 protesters are members of the Youth Gang.

Their mission is simple: make the protest as intense as possible and turn it into a riot.

Liu Tiepi was also a famous thug in the Qinggang in the past. He was a "Thirteen Taibo" and was famous, hence his nickname "Tiepi".

But he also knew that with bullets and cannons flying all over the sky, the market for his "Thirteen Taibo horizontal training" had long since disappeared.

A golden bell and an iron shirt cannot stop a bullet!

He once saw with his own eyes that one of his brothers, a lay disciple of Fujian Shaolin, could beat him so fiercely with his Arhat fist that even three or five people could not get close to him.

But once, when he went to seek revenge, his life ended with a bullet from his enemy.

The "black tiger rips out the heart" and the "powerful splitting of Mount Hua" have no chance to be displayed.

Therefore, Liu Tiepi gave up his "Thirteen Taibao horizontal training" and began to concentrate on gun training.

This time, Chang Chizhou personally issued the order, and he was to lead the team to ensure that the protest caused a big stir.

He quietly touched the gun hidden in his waist, and then shouted loudly:

"Suppress rice prices, we want to survive!"
To be continued...