Chapter 169 Learning and Work

This night was destined to be an unquiet night. When the students in dozens of universities in Nanjing were busy preparing for the next day's demonstration, Zheng Shaoqun, the director of the Yanjing Police Station, was also busy. Since receiving the information transmitted by the Bureau of Investigation yesterday afternoon, he has sent dozens of plainclothes agents into the auditoriums of various schools to attend the student conference. The agents came back to report, saying that there would be a [***] demonstration. In addition to the request to investigate the Wuxi tragedy, their petition pointed directly at the imperial system.

Imperial system!

The petition of those students called for political reform, that the emperor should return to the government to the people, and that the prime minister should be directly elected by the parliament.

With years of intuition and experience, Zheng Shaoqun immediately made a judgment that this storm was more or less auspicious. The more he thought about it, the more terrible he felt, and he was in a cold sweat all over his body. Almost as soon as he got the report that night, he hurried to the police office, picked up the phone, and reported to the Minister of Internal Affairs in person.

"Hey! I'm Zheng Shaoqun, the director of Yanjing Police Station. I have important information to report to the minister. What? Minister Wu hasn't gone to work yet. Are you Secretary Tian on duty? Well, well, I'll report it to you. Here's the situation, tonight..."

After Zheng Shaoqun reported the situation, Secretary Tian gave him instructions. The instructions were very direct. Listening to the instructions over there, Zheng Shaoqun answered loudly on the phone: "Yes! Yes! I have notified all the police to take up their posts, closely monitor the student movements, and strengthen prevention. If there is any abnormality, I will report it again. Okay, bye!"

Zheng Shaoqun put down his phone, fastened his armed belt, hung a command knife on his waist, strode out of the office, and asked the secretary to inform the directors of the branch directors of the meeting. At three o'clock in the morning, the meeting of the police station was over.

In the Xiaguan District Police Station, a police officer walked into the courtyard. He took out a siren from his pocket. "Dududu" blew quickly. The patrolmen heard the whistle and took action one after another. Half of the Chinese policemen were veterans. Almost as soon as the whistle sounded, the policemen rushed out of the office in Wuxi yesterday. After the news of the tragedy, the police stations have been ordered to be on 24-hour duty, and all police officers and police officers must be on standby at the police station.

"Li Zheng! Look to the right! Look forward! Take a break!"

After more than 100 police officers lined up, the police officers issued an order:

"Today, tens of thousands of students demonstrated in Nanjing colleges and universities. In order to prevent the occurrence of misconduct, everyone should maintain a high level of vigilance and strengthen patrols and vigilance. If there is a disturbance by radicals, they will be arrested immediately. The alert scope of each team is as follows: the first team, the area of Yangzi University; the second team, Guangfu Street and the embassy area. The third team..."

"Yes!"

The policemen standing in line answered in unison.

"Turn left, let's go!"

Zheng Shaoqun gave an order. After receiving the order, the police immediately lined up in three rows, walked out of the gate and began to work on the street.

At this time, it is midsummer, and the sun is shining. The Western-style Capitol in the middle of Guangfu Avenue stands majestically and majestically. It is said that at noon, there was a sea of people in the Congress Square.

To the south of the banner is a team of students participating in the parade. Some of the students wore white cloth gowns and white canvas wide-brimmed hats; some wore black uniforms and held colorful triangular flags in their hands. The flags read: "Severely punish the murderer!", "T thorough investigation of the truth!", "Implementation of the Constitution!", "Direct election of the Prime Minister!", "Reorganizing the Diet", "Abolition of the House of Lords" and other student petitions. The slogan of appeal.

Near noon, when the number of petitions was increasing, more than a dozen patrolmen were patrolling back and forth on the outer edge of the square. Such a large-scale petition march has not been seen for many years. These patrolmen are just carrying out vigilance as in the past. In their opinion, they are learning When the students' demands were basically satisfied, the petition was over.

As for the "implementation of the constitution!", "direct election of the prime minister!", "restitution of the parliament" and "abolition of the House of Lords" and other "imperful demands", but they are just the demands made by the students for a moment of brainstorm. They can't be taken seriously. In the end, it's not like in the past. Your Majesty made some statements, and then marched to conclude. Shu, Nanjing has returned to normal order, at least in the past.

At nearly 12 o'clock at noon, when the student petition deputies submitted their petitions to the National Assembly, suddenly, a stream of people poured in along the Avenue of Guangfu and rushed to the Capitol. I saw a huge team of flags fluttering, leaflets flying, and slogans shaking the world. The leading Lu Dashan and a strong man lined up the huge banner of the "Xiguan Dock Workers' Federation" side by side. In contrast to the students, the parade of thousands of workers seemed majestic. In front of the team, more than a dozen students and workers held the flag. Behind them, dozens of students and workers The team of people followed closely. The parade of almost three or four thousand people rolled in like the torrent. This scene only stunned the patrolmen on both sides.

"The dockers went on strike to support student petitions!"

In the shouts of the workers, the students in the Congress Square immediately applauded and cheered. For the first time, their actions were supported by the people. This support directly turned into a strike, and there were even the shouts of the people around them.

"Wedger workers go on strike?"

Listening to the news brought by the servant from the square, Yang Du, who was "life-saving" in the private house in the suburbs, only felt a dark in front of him, and his feet were soft.

"Shuizi,xizi!"

Xia Shoutian shouted and supported him. As an old friend, the reason why he came to his door today was to discuss with Yang Du's response. The party was fighting for his position, so he hoped that Yang Du could come forward to coordinate.

The pale Yang Du leaned on Xia Shoutian's shoulder, with a miserable smile on his pale face and said powerlessly:

"It doesn't matter."

"What's going on?"

Xia Shoutian asked in surprise, what's the matter? Why did the man who said it didn't matter before almost fainted when he heard the workers' strike?

"Ye, something big is going to happen!"

Yang Du, who just stood up with the support of his friend, covered his chest and said, "Wu Yi, now, there will be a big mess."

"What a mess?"

As a member of Congress, Xia Shoutian has not realized that there will be any trouble there. In his opinion, it is nothing more than the party's statement. But he held Yang Du's hand. The hands are cold. So he pointed to the stone bench not far away and said.

"Let's go there and sit there for a while!"

Yang Du nodded, and they came to the stone bench and sat down together. When the servant came over, Xia Shoutian ordered the servant to pour two cups of hot tea.

After a few sips of tea, Yang Du felt better in his chest. He closed his eyes slightly and silently repeated the words "Amitabha" over and over again in his heart. In this way, he didn't know how to read hundreds of words. His mood gradually calmed down, and his face slowly returned to blood. But even if he regained his blood color, his hands were still a little cold, and he looked worried.

"Saizi, you said earlier that there would be a big mess. Why is that?"

Seeing that his old friend's complexion had recovered, Xia Shoutian asked puzzledly.

"The dock worker..."

When talking about these four words, Yang Du's whole body seemed a little distracted.

"The lowest income in Nanjing, the first is the dock worker, and the second is the construction worker..."

Although in the past few years, Yang Du seemed to be far away from politics, in fact, he had more time to learn something that he had not known in the past. Just like after the chaos in Russia, he was worried about the situation of domestic workers. This understanding was not tight. After learning about it, he knew that there were a considerable number of workers. Life is far more difficult than he thought. If someone incites the labor movement like Russia, the Russian riots may be repeated with China.

"... These workers are part-time workers and tour workers. Their incomes are low, and their hard workers have nothing to ask for. They are incited very late. Now the dock workers are inciting people to join the parade. The construction workers and hundreds of thousands of scattered workers in Beijing are not far away. The students marched, chaotic and orderly, and the workers are not injured in the country. The workers go on strike. OK, it's inevitable that there will be a mixture of fish and dragons. If some of them take advantage of the fire to rob, I'm afraid that the whole country will be in chaos!"

After saying this, Yang Du's face was even more worried. Now the development of this situation is far beyond his expectations. How can it be like this? How can it be like this?

"That..."

Xia Shoutian was surprised, but comforted Yang Du.

"Zizi, maybe, the situation is not as bad as you think, maybe..."

Thinking of the struggle within the party, Xia Shoutian only felt that his scalp was numb. Could it be... "I'm afraid,"

Yang Du's eyes suddenly opened, but the worry on his face turned into anger.

"I'm afraid someone will try to get corn from the fire!"

Xiaguan District, which is the emerging commercial area of Nanjing in the past ten years, is also the most dense place of Nanjing factories. Unlike Ma'anshan, which is full of "imperial products", most of the factories in Xiaguan District are factories of various scales built by private investment in the early days of the empire. After the Wuxi incident, that is, At first, college students were active in factories in Shimonoseki District, trying to lobby these workers to petition with them.

"Worker brothers..."

In a suspended factory in Xiaguan District, the students standing on the podium delivered a loud speech.

"In Wuxi, your brothers and sisters were killed by the police when they were on strike to fight for their power. The rights they fought for are exactly the power that each of you needs..."

When the young students gave a speech, the workers who were on strike in the factory stood under the stage and listened to the speech on the stage. At the door of the factory, the managers of the factory looked solemnly at the scene in front of them. They also felt a little surprised that the students came to the factory to give a speech, but for all this, they did not They knew how to stop them, but the workers stopped them and wanted to call the police to solve them. All the police officers in the police station had been dispatched to the street to maintain order.

"Organizing a trade union is the most basic right of workers. Workers should have the right to negotiate their wages with the factory, and have the right to force the factory to raise wages through strikes,"

Li Zishan, who is giving a speech, naturally knows how to lobby these workers to participate in the parade, wages, benefits... For these workers, wages and benefits are often the most attractive to them. They don't care about politics at all. Politics seems to have nothing to do with them. However, if you promise them, start The parade can get higher wages and better benefits, so they will naturally participate in it.

Just as the students were promoting and encouraging the strike in the factory area, the managers posted a notice in the factory: "... Due to various influences this year, the factory has suffered a lot of losses. Now at a time when the factory's business is busy, employees are asked to be diligent and public, and the company should be in the same boat and related..." In the notice issued, the factory also promised him that after the company's business is improved, all employees will get a salary increase of one percent.

In the face of this situation, Li Zishan told the workers who listened to the speech directly, "This is just a blank check issued by capitalist business owners to avoid the strike." Just when the workers were hesitating, a group of people appeared in the factory, and their appearance only stunned Li Zishan.

It's Song Ziyue. He is a member of the Lixian Mingzhu Party in the Congress!

"workers!"

Compared with those students, Song Ziyue, who is over 30 years old, is obviously more popular with the workers. As soon as he stood on the stage, he was welcomed by the workers as soon as he spoke. After all, in the past few years, he has been speaking for the workers and making various remarks to fight for the power of workers.

"What happened in Wuxi? There is no need for brothers to say more. This classmate said it well!"

When he looked at Li Zishan and others, Song Ziyue had a little smile on his face. Although the party is still struggling, in Song Ziyue's view, this is an opportunity, an unprecedented opportunity. As a by-election for a member of the lower house of Congress, he has been taking it as his duty to fight for the right of work for many years. To be precise, "to fight for it." "The right of work" Zhangmu.

After the incident in Wuxi, he immediately realized that if he seized this opportunity, he might get a chance to squeeze into the cabinet. As a politician, he knew how to use the situation for his own benefit.

"Why have we and other workers been bullied for many years? I remember three years ago, when I came to this factory, people told me that you needed to work ten hours a day, but now? If I remember correctly, it's twelve hours, twelve hours, but how much has your salary increased? Less than 30%..."

Compared with those young students, Song Ziyue counted the facts in his speech.

"But in the past three years, prices have risen a lot? Three years ago, a bag of flour was two yuan and a dime, but now, a bag of flour is three yuan. On the surface, your working hours have been extended and your wages have risen, but this rise cannot offset the impact of soaring prices..."

Song Ziyue's speech only caused the workers to fall into meditation, and they seemed to be thinking about his speech.

"... Yes, some people say that it's not bad now. After all, yes, it's a good time. The Social Insurance Law has been passed. You can also enjoy the pension when you retire like workers in state-owned enterprises, but where does the pension come from? That's deducted from your salary. In the past few months, I have received many letters from workers. They told me that after the implementation of the insurance law, the factory owner reduced their salary. What is the purpose of the factory owner? Is it reasonable to deduct your salary for social insurance, which is equivalent to taking your money to pay you your pension in the future?

A rhetorical question just fell, and suddenly there was a wave-like roar.

"Unreasonable..."

"So, brothers, are you willing to accept all this?"

"I don't want to!"

"Are you willing to be exploited by these unscrupulous capitalists?"

The unexpected answer was the roar of thousands of people, but in just ten minutes, Song Ziyue successfully incited the workers' dissatisfaction with the factory and even the social insurance law. However, Li Zishan and others were stunned by this scene. Indeed, as students, they did not know how to incite the emotions of workers at all, but for Song Ziyue, an "old politician" who was elected as a member of the National Assembly by relying on the maintenance of work rights, he clearly knew what words should be used and what. Instigating them in various ways, stirring up their emotions, and finally making the workers stand by his side.

"So, brothers, tell me what we should do now!"

"Strike!"

The workers shouted and shouted, but in their shouts, Song Ziyue raised his hand to press.

"Strike, yes, this is our power, but you alone is not enough. We must unite all workers, all industries, and carry out a general strike. Only in this way, we..."

Song Ziyue's hand pointed forward.

"Only let them see our strength!"

"General strike, all general strike..."

In the shouts of the workers, the original strike protest in the factory began to walk out of the factory. At the same time as the strike in the factory area began, construction workers and part-time workers in Nanjing also joined the strike. Then, under the promotion of the workers, students and workers' representatives went to the factories and asked the workers to support the protest against the strike. The workers took concerted action. Late that night, under the leadership of some representatives of the Constitutional Cook Party and college students, the Nanjing Strike Committee was established. Subsequently, the Strike Committee organized more than 10,000 employees to participate in the strike and presided over the Nanjing Industrial Workers Conference. The congress passed a resolution to support the protest of college students and submitted a petition to the Congress. At the same time, it put forward a series of requirements to the labor authorities, such as "recognizing the right of trade unions to represent all employees", "increasing workers' wages", "shortening working hours", "abolition of the contract system", and "preferential treatment for female workers".

In the middle of the night, workers rushed to the outside of the Capitol like a tide, holding the banner of the strike, and tens of thousands of workers shouted loudly: "Strike! Strike!"

"Workers are going to live!"

"Establish an industrial workers' union!"

For a moment, the slogan of the strike echoed inside and outside Nanjing...

(to be continued)