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spn Shanghai, on May 12, Japan's eighth cotton yarn mill inside and outside China.

In May, Shanghai still feels cool. The wind blowing from the Huangpu River makes pedestrians wrap their thin clothes tightly. On rainy days, the dark sky is a bit scary.

Pedestrians on the street moved in one direction, and even the rickshaw drivers on the road stopped, stopped the rickshaw, and followed the crowd forward.

In front of the eighth cotton yarn mill in Japan inside and outside China, there was a large group of people surrounding the factory gate. A slightly hoarse scolding came from the front of the crowd. Many people looked on tiptoe, but a short-haired man in a shabby white jacket and linen pants were scolding the factory gate.

"...Don't be greedy. We work hard to do things for the cotton mill, and we don't ask for some salary increase. We just ask you not to beat us and pay wages every two weeks. Are these requirements too much? I tell you, if you don't give a clear reply today, our workers' brothers and sisters will not resume work..."[

The man had a raised cheekbones, a hoarse voice, and a bright red scar on his face. It seemed that he was beaten by a whip. Under his leadership, a group of people dressed similarly and had the same expression surrounded the factory gate, and the factory gate was locked by several large iron locks and two iron chains thick with arms. Inside the factory gate was a row of Japanese gun-protecting teams standing. Two rows of people were on their backs, pointing the muzzle at the workers who were trying to rush to the factory gate, while pointing the muzzle at the group of people outside the factory gate. The onlookers were far apart, afraid of being injured by the guns.

"Baga!! Your conscience is very bad. Mr. Takasaki gives everyone a lot of money. It's your conscience that not only does not appreciate it, but also causes trouble." Inside the factory gate, a translator waving a civilized stick and wearing a small suit was pointing fingers and scolding the group of people outside. "Fortunately, Mr. Takasaki is magnanimous and does not care about you, such a group of people with low fate, and has also let you leave intact. Now, you don't want to leave, and you still want to stay and cause trouble..."

"You're talking nonsense, that dog bastard, Gao Qi never treats us Chinese as humans. They eat worse than dogs, work tiring than cows, and they're beaten. They can't get any hard-earned money. You're also a Chinese, why do you have to open your eyes and tell lies. Get out, get out of here. Let Gao Qi come out to see us, otherwise, no matter inside or outside the factory today, you won't give up with you..." The short-haired man became more and more angry as he spoke. He dragged down a broken shoe on his foot and smashed it at the Japanese ghost-legged man JN. The evil beast was not rushing to avoid it, but was hit on the face.

"You, you don't want to live anymore. I'll call Mr. Takasaki now..." The translator was hit by his shoes and suddenly became angry and ran into a small building next to him without even having to pick up the hat that fell on the ground.

The people outside were still cursing, but the workers in the factory were gradually dispersed by the factory guards and supervisors. Until the translator came out with an old man, the workers who were fired outside the factory were once again in a hurry, questioning the old Japanese man who came out one by one.

Not long after Takasaki Hidehito came to China, he couldn't understand Chinese, but he had already received a detailed report on the whole matter upstairs. He personally ordered the fire from these workers. Judging from what he looks like today, these Chinese people are still preparing to make trouble again.

"Bai らは ををった?" Seeing that the number of onlookers outside was increasing, the dozen or so workers rushed to the factory gate to make a move to climb in. If the factory guards had not blocked it with bayonets, these Chinese people would have succeeded. In furious, they turned around and asked the translator who had just reported to him that there was an emergency outside, and asked what they were talking about.

"The factory is fire" The second ghost translator was delighted, and Hai said to Takasaki Hidehito with a voice: "Mr. Takasaki, they are threatening you. If you do not agree to their resumption of work and payroll conditions, they will damage the factory and may even set fire to the factory!"

"Baga, Chinese!!!" Takasaki was furious and turned around and happened to see a worker who was not afraid of the bayonet of the factory protection team. He climbed onto the iron gate of the factory and shouted at him loudly. Suddenly, he was full of nature and was full of beasts: "Cannon!Cannon!Cannon..."

"Bang...bang...bang..."

On the same day, a shooting incident occurred in the eighth cotton mill factory in China, killing twelve workers on the spot and injuring more than 20 workers to varying degrees.

The news came out and shocked the entire Shanghai beach. People from all walks of life in Shanghai were excited, especially students from major Shanghai universities such as Fudan University and Tongji University, who rushed to tell each other with tears in their eyes, and then spread this tragedy to almost all students as quickly as possible after the 228th tragedy.

On the second day, the north and the south issued almost similar electricity, while carefully condemning the Japanese for killing workers, they only asked the Japanese to investigate the murderer on their own and let the Japanese give an explanation to the Chinese. The local "government" in Shanghai was even more ambiguous, and the remarks even included "...The truth needs to be further clarified..." "...Shanghai is the capital of international friendship and must not... I hope the people will feel at ease, and the "government" will investigate a result and give workers justice..."

As the news came out, the dissatisfaction of the people in Shanghai with the "government" suddenly reached a peak, and the students of major universities were instantly ignited. For a time, one or several bicycles were seen galloping away at the gates of almost every university. Students from major universities actively connected together to follow the previous practices. Major universities are preparing to gather together to hold a large demonstration this time.

"Brother Minzhi, do you think you want to rewrite this slogan?"

At Fudan University, in a large classroom with a somewhat depressing atmosphere, the students were busy nervously. The tables were filled with big banners with slogans, and even the podium was filled.

"No need to change it. This slogan was written by me personally. The Japanese not only plundered us from the economy, but also abused our people and even killed them wantonly. They should have got out of China long ago." A young student with thick black glasses, although about the same age as the people in the classroom, his words and deeds have become much more mature. "Boycotting Japanese goods, punishing murderers, and compensating for losses should be just our minimum requirement."

"Brother Minzhi, senior Niu Zilan from Tongji University, has arrived, saying that she wants to discuss with you about the parade tomorrow. Representatives from several other universities have also come. What they mean is to form a unified parade command here to avoid taking your time."

"Okay, please be careful here, let the people in charge of safety be careful to pay attention to unidentified people. This operation must be kept confidential, otherwise..." The person called Minzhi is a well-known figure in Fudan University, a thorough nationalist, who has organized demonstrations many times. He learned from the lesson that students were blocked by the police before they left the school gate. This huge demonstration was very secret from the beginning, and was limited to a few universities and a few progressive young people. [

Tan Minzhi returned to the dormitory and met people from several other universities. He knew that everyone who came was supporting the parade.

"The Japanese are too bullying. Brother Minzhi, let's talk, we all listen to you. The backbone of the school is already preparing slogans and slogans. With just one order, we can bring out a parade of more than 300 people."

A student representative raised his fist and growled indignation.

"This parade was proposed by Zilan and I. The situation is tense now. I hope everyone will be very focused to plan this parade and demonstration."

"Brother Minzhi is right. I think we should no longer go directly to the Japanese yarn mill like before, as it is very likely to be massacred by the Japanese again. I have an idea."

The female student of Tongji, known as Niu Zilan, had a student's hair combed and dressed very skillfully, and the others were also attracted by her. "My suggestion is that we will go directly to the concession this time... Britain and France are both Western powers, talking about human rights, unlike the Japanese... Besides, this matter has nothing to do with them, and we are against the Japanese..."

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Throughout the night, the students were discussing various matters of the demonstrations, and basically decided to go to the Shanghai British Concession on Nanjing Road to march and demonstrate in a day later, on May 15th.

In the British Concession, the police officer Ai Fusheng's home.

"Mr. Ai Fusheng, you must accept this little meaning!" A Japanese man nodded and bowed, was turning a small gift box in front of Ai Fusheng, the head of the British Concession Police Station, who was big and round.

"Mr. Hoshida is so polite." Ai Fusheng picked up the small gift box quietly, glanced at the cash bill placed upwards in the box, slightly unhappy, and said slightly annoyed: "Mr. Hoshida, this matter is not easy to deal with. In our country, the people have the right to express their own opinions and protest. You should find someone else in this matter."

Hoshida Nagata was secretly annoyed. If I could find someone else, I would even nod and bow to ask you, a greedy man? The Japanese Empire was already very late to get the news. Even if it was urgently requested the approval of the country and ordered the mobilization of the Hongkou army, it might not be possible to reach the parade tomorrow morning.

"We, Mr. Takasaki, know about Mr. Ai Fusheng's difficulties. He has asked the domestic students for special instructions. Therefore, Mr. Ai Fusheng only needs to temporarily block the students, and our Japanese Empire will calm the incident on its own." Hosoda Nagata reached out into his arms, took out another cash bill that had been prepared long ago, and handed it to Ai Fusheng.

"Uh? This, we're discussing this matter slowly, it's easy to talk about..."

Seeing the numbers on the bill of exchange, Ai Fusheng, who had wide eyes, had no worries anymore. Even if he did this, he would be worried for the rest of his life.

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Chapter completed!