Zheng Shaoting stood in front of the familiar equipment in the factory building of the Song Dynasty Manufacturing Bureau, but he was not as he used to hold the machine and was reluctant to look up. Instead, he was working as if he was pretending to behave, and his eyes kept looking at the place that became both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

The entire factory was spotless. A long red blanket was placed in the aisle behind him, extending from the main door to the inner door opposite the wall, and the wide factory building ran through. Every time Zheng Shaoting's heels covered with black mud rubbed against the fluffy fur on the ground behind him, the warmth made him shiver;

More than 20 experts who were picked up stood in front of the machine and stood on both sides of the red carpet, looking at each other nervously and excitedly. The "workers" with strange faces stood far away, with some black gray and fried dough sticks on their originally shiny faces, and pretended to be holding wrench and hammers.

"Master, that's a wrench, not a smoke gun." Zheng Shaoting's eyes crossed his lathe, looking at the "art officer" behind him holding the wrench, thinking a little maliciously.

Behind this group of real registered "art officers" are real workers' apprentices, but their skills are not very good, and they are just making a living, so they can only act as the background for the emperor to see the labor scene in the bottom;

At the bottom, a guy standing with his hands on his back was a few steps against the wall. They were holding rags in their hands and beside them with mops and brooms, which looked like slaughtermen who were actually: they were all sent by the thugs to monitor them, but today they put on old clothes, and the sticks and whips in their hands changed to brooms that covered their identity, but the venomous snake-like eyes were even sharper.

Foreign technicians swam like sharks in this busy factory, showing off their guidance. However, Zheng Shaoting knew that these guys had met the emperor. They must have been full of lies. He had long heard the gossip of Qin Mazi, who was well-informed. Foreigners were either bribed by the general manager with wine, vegetables, opium, and bonuses. Or they had looked down on the Chinese people at all since that day, and treated workers like pigs and dogs, and they roared and beaten wildly. The former was naturally the general manager's accomplice, while the latter had no communication with Chinese workers at all. They knew nothing about the inside story.

Even if the emperor asked foreigners, it was nothing more than hearing two answers: "Your Majesty, your factory vrygood" or "Your Majesty, the Chinese cannot learn machines at all, they are stupid and stupid!", but neither of these two answers can involve Mr. Chen and his men.

Zheng Shaoting thought of this and looked at Qin Mazi who was pretending to be busy next to him. However, he smiled and thought, "Sure enough, it's the same everywhere."

There were piles of managers and servants at the entrance of the factory. They stepped on the red carpet, squeezed at the door and looked outside, waiting for the big man to arrive.

At this time, Zheng Shaoting heard Wang Dali shouting not far away: "The convoy is here, the convoy is here! Gongs and drums! Lion dance team! Hurry up! Hurry up!" Then he turned around and shouted at the workers in the factory: "Get ready! Get ready! Don't make mistakes!"

As he spoke, the noisy gongs and drums outside immediately entered the rumbling factory. Regardless of whether the rumbling things in front of him were all hunched down, and the "hands-officials" against the wall immediately picked up their brooms and began to bending down to clean up. The adults all walked out with a smile, waiting to welcome the emperor.

Behind the Manufacturing Bureau, Zheng Abao was squatting in front of the wooden building of the dormitory with the workers who were not allowed to go in front. Foreman Zhang was carrying a big stick in his hand and leading a group of thugs. He was like a fierce wolf dog, and although he was a low-level foreman, he had an important task today: he should not let the beggars wander around. What a shame it would be when the extremely noble emperor inspected the grand factory and canteen in front of him.

So the workers who do not go to work must also squat in front of the building like criminals, and they cannot go to the dormitory: those wooden buildings have holes everywhere, and they can not pass through the door when entering and leaving. What if someone fools from the building and sneaks out to peek at the emperor in front? So every worker must squat outside so that the foreman can see it.

But the workers were not unhappy. On the contrary, they all squatted there happily and talked about the emperor's affairs--for them, the bureau was afraid that they would be embarrassed and not allowed to go ahead. This is natural. The Qing people were born into ranks. An apprentice who was not much better than a beggar knew his identity very well, and obeyed people who had the right to slap themselves in the face, and was very happy to obey.

Zheng Abao was very happy. He thought: "When will the eldest brother come back? The emperor may talk to him. I have to ask him what the emperor looks like and does he have a black beard? By the way, I have to ask him to write a letter to his family, saying that we are seeing an emperor!"

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the horses neighing not far from outside the wall. He raised his head and saw a group of people running straight towards this place through the iron gate in front.

Today, the Manufacturing Bureau is facing a great enemy. The dormitory is the back door of the Manufacturing Bureau. In order to prevent workers who do not work from running around and idle people, not only are the iron doors closed, but there are three guards who just watch the door, with iron sticks and a French Minnie rifle in their hands.

But these people were also stunned when they saw the people rushing over: the leaders were all dressed in civilian clothes, and there were also people wearing Qing Dynasty braids, but everyone carried guns, and this was the Emperor's Manufacturing Bureau. According to the bureau, we are also the yamen, who dares to rush to the yamen?

Today the emperor came to inspect, didn’t he say that a sheriff would come to guard him? Why did a group of guys with plain clothes and guns come?

After seeing the group of people following a large number of murderous sheriffs, the guards were completely stunned.

"Is it the Emperor who defended the door?" But before the door was watched, the leader had already turned over and dismounted, pointed at the door and shouted: "Open the door!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" The guard leader who ran to the doorman to take out the gun just came out, and before he could lift the gun, he was pressed against three revolvers in front of his forehead, left and right at the same time. Then, the guard leader with his mouth opened his mouth let go of his hand. When the rifle landed, he was kicked down immediately, and then he was thrust on his head, holding his head full of blood, lying on the doorman's threshold, unable to get up.

With the shock of the workers and the foreman behind the iron gate, the iron gate was opened and these guys with live ammunition rushed in.

"You? You?" Foreman Zhang had the highest position on the scene. He held the stick and pointed at the other party's leader in a daze.

But before two steps, a rifle stock hit his cheek from the side. Suddenly, the guy who usually takes the job of beating people screamed and was beaten so hard that his legs flew backwards, and fell to Zheng Abao with blood on his face.

"This? This? This?" Zheng Abao and other workers were so scared that they were all out of their minds.

"Damn it all to me!" The leader then roared fiercely: "Whoever dares to resist will kill anyone! We are from the court!"

The muzzle and the power of the sheriff are not as good as the last four words of that sentence: "The people of the court"!

Immediately, no matter the worker, foreman, or thug, they all knelt in front of the group of people tremblingly.

Zheng Abao, who was pale, lowered his head and didn't even have the courage to look at the group of people in front of him. At this time, sobs came from his ears, and he turned his head timidly and looked: Foreman Zhang, the big man, was kneeling there, crying like a helpless child.

Influenced by Foreman Zhang, Zheng Abao was also scared and cried.

The situation in front of the factory was the same. When the long carriage convoy drove into the main entrance of the factory, General Manager Wang Dali personally ran to light 20,000 firecrackers. During the hustle and hard performance of gongs and drums and lion dances in the square, the door opened and one person after another jumped out of the carriage.

Chen Qirong, a young man who was smiling and running towards the convoy with a group of subordinates, ran slower and slower, and his smile became stiffer and stiffer: Who are these people?

There is no classic dress with long hair robe and red headscarf, nor is there an expensive Western outfit, and people who jump out of the car are all dressed in casual clothes.

And it is not the kind of good clothes that you can tell at a glance are noble people. They are all worn cheaply in the crowd and cannot be found.

They also don’t have the short hair that high-ranking officials of the court and their subordinates would remember at first sight. Most of them have long hair, and many of them have braids!

How could such a person be a senior official of the Haisong court or his subordinate?

What's even more eye-catching is that they all hold weapons: Western spears, short muskets imitated by Chinese people, and several carrying American revolvers.

Following them, the sheriff rushed in. They were so aware that Chen Qirong had no smile at all. He stood up in a daze and looked at the group of guys who were rushing into the manufacturing bureau.

"Who is this?" Chen Qirong was stunned. He looked at the sheriffs: The deputy director of the Public Security Bureau in this area is his old friend. In the past, the head of a branch of the Guangzhou Tiandihui. After joining the army, the entire subordinate troops were assigned to be the public security officers. If he came, he would definitely know what was going on.

But the sheriffs were patrolling behind the carriage and did not dare to go forward, as if they were afraid of the people in front of them.

"You? Are you?" Chen Qirong walked towards a plainclothes who seemed to be the leader. He stood in front with a pistol in his waist and was looking at himself coldly.

"Don't knock it fucking! Get out of the lion dance team!" The man suddenly opened his eyes angrily, burst out with a loud roar, scaring Chen Qirong and his men.

At this time, the last door of the convoy opened, and a young man walked down, as if he had murderous aura on his body. With a bang, the casual man in the car vaguely surrounded him as the center of the circle, and six big men were even stuck in the circle, and everyone was carrying an expensive revolver.

Chen Qirong intuition told him that this was a big man, but the boy was very unpretentious: he had a black and thin and distinctive figure. He was wearing a vest that was common to grooms in the Qing Dynasty, with big fat pants on his legs, and had leggings, tucked into cloth shoes on his feet.

If there weren't as many subordinates as wolves and tigers around him, no matter who could see this kid, he would be just a helper, servant or something everywhere.

But at this moment, the boy had a look at Chen Qirong, sneered, and slowly put a cross-shaped armband on his left arm, just like the one on the arms of the group of people beside him.

Then, he ordered coldly and humbly: "Close the door! Censor the factory! Catch people!"

Immediately, tigers and wolves around him roared in unison, and as the firecrackers were roaring around him, rushing into Chen Qirong and his men like a hurricane. Suddenly, the group of high and smiling people turned into pitiful people crawling all over the ground crying for their parents and calling for their mothers.

In the factory, the workers were pretending to work, listening to the movements outside the door with their ears, thinking about when the emperor would come in, but the movements outside the door became more and more strange: after the firecrackers sounded, the gongs and drums were getting more and more messy. In the end, there were simply no more, and there were even chaotic cries.

"Damn, these adults are really good at flattering. Are you really crying?" Zheng Shaoting said disdainfully.

But just here, there was a huge uproar at the door. Zheng Shaoting turned his head and saw three guys holding guns rushed in outside the door. They saw that they were not workers, like street hooligans. Everyone had a strip of cloth on their left arm, which gave people a sense of organization.

"What's wrong?" Qin Mazi's scream beside him, the adults in the factory felt something was wrong outside. The "hands-offs" who were bowing to clean the factory were also eating "fighting" meals. They responded and threw the broom, picked up a wrench or a hammer and leaned towards the three people at the door.

"!" The leader who rushed in raised his hand and shot him in the air.

Seeing that the other party had a gun, he also fired unscrupulously. Standing near the door, Zheng Shaoting wailed and squatted under the machine with his head in his arms.

"The Great Song Dynasty Missionary Department! The factory was ordered to be granted people! They were all fucking honestly! Otherwise, they would be killed without any worries!" the man yelled.

Soon, Zheng Shaoting and the original apprentices of 20 other art officers were ordered to squat in the corner. More and more guys with white strips on their arms came in, and later followed the sheriff who was afraid of everyone.

They saw that the people from the Mission Division drove the others together and roared with a list. The famous places on the list were immediately grabbed with their hair.

There were a few people who didn't say anything in it. Soon the mighty General Manager Wang Dali was brought in. But now he was beaten into a pig's head. He cried and pointed out the art officer who dared not admit it. Such people who caused trouble to the court were immediately dragged out and beaten up until they couldn't even stand up before stopping. Then he dragged it on the red carpet and pulled it out.

"Who are they fighting?" A worker next to Zheng Shaoting was so scared that he was scattered.

"I don't know, I don't know anyone." Zheng Shaoting said tremblingly.

The emperor did not come, and the Public Security Bureau did not participate in the core matters, but the court's Hawks and Dogs Propaganda Department raided the Manufacturing Bureau and only allowed to enter and not go out. It was soon passed to Chen Kai's house through the sheriff's brother who was once a member of the Tiandihui Society.

In front of the brothers from the world where he came to report the news, Chen Kai was stunned for only three seconds and immediately understood what was happening--his family has been getting richer and richer recently, and he has the credit of his filial piety to his son.

But the Manufacturing Bureau is the official property of the court, or Zhao Kuo's private property.

Chen Kai, the old Jianghu, was also in a mess at this moment. He was so anxious that he was sweating. Soon he decided to ask someone to plead for help. Now in the court, who is the member of the Di Tiandi Association who was his younger brother and the current Changjiang Commander Zhu Qingzheng? Who can have a greater face than him?

The world is very big, and there is no management system to the south. The world associations in various places and even the world associations on several streets have their own halls. Most of these halls have no affiliation with each other. They are just friends in the martial arts world. It is precisely because of this that they are fellow villagers in Foshan and from a hall in Foshan. They are as close as brothers. Moreover, they are the hall masters, and Zhu Qing is Bai Fan. This theory is about the friendship between living and dying.

"I'll go find Baitou to save Arong!" Chen Kai explained to his crying wife and rushed straight to Zhu Qingzheng's house like crazy.

"Your Majesty has sealed the factory and arrested people? Didn't he play mahjong with us last night?" Zhu Qingzheng helped Chen Kai up. The monk Zhang Er was confused and asked Chen Kai: "Brother, isn't Arong the general manager? And the manufacturing bureau is still in the trial stage. What can he do?"

Chen Kai choked and said, "Your nephew, you know too! You have a lot of face and many friends. It's hard to guarantee that he, a little bastard, would not be deceived by his friends and do something shameful!"

"What place should I embezzle public funds!"

Zhu Qingzheng immediately understood. Instead of saying a word, he gritted his teeth and stood up, walked a few steps in front of his brother who was invisible, then turned around and said slowly: "Brother, what should I do if there are brothers who embezzled public funds at the entrance of the Heaven and Earth Hall according to the rules of the world?"

Foshan Hall Rules: Three knifes and six holes!

Chen Kai was shocked, "Blackhead. You can't treat me like this! I'm the only son! He is young and ignorant! Now I have only him, one baby son, and I'm wrong with my brother."

"The state has its own laws, and the church has its own rules. Let Your Majesty go and examine it. If Arong didn't do anything, he would be fine." Zhu Qingzheng sighed.

"You?" Chen Kai glared at Zhu Qingzheng and couldn't speak, then sighed, saying, "I understand."

Just then, a whistle-like whistle sound from outside the yard came from the steam engine, and Chen Kai's wife rushed in like an arrow crying.

"Husband, can you help me with Baitou?" Chen Kai's wife knelt at her husband's feet, but her eyes looked at Zhu Qingzheng's back who turned around in shame.

Chen Kai choked and said, "The state has its own laws, and the church has its own rules." Then he yelled, gritting his teeth in tears and said, "Chen Qirong, this little beast! It's better if he dies, I didn't teach him well!"

"Blackhead, you have to help your nephew stand up!" Chen Kai's wife suddenly hugged Zhu Qingzheng's legs. She cried and said, "Little brother, your brother was killed by Qing Yao. You are helpless in Foshan. It was our old Chen who was a father and a brother to support you. You smashed the casino and was taken by the people from the Xikoutang of Foshan. Your elder brother used his dagger to redeem you through his palm! My wife said something that shouldn't have been said. Without you, Brother Chen, you are not today!"

"Get out of your way, you stinky woman, is anyone interrupted by a man's words?!" Chen Kai was so angry that he cursed, and kicked his wife on the shoulder.

But this woman burst out with amazing strength for her son. She hugged Zhu Qingzheng's legs tightly and shook them, but she didn't fall to the ground. She continued to cry and said, "Baotou, you join Changmao. Your elder brother and I will give you the travel expenses raised by you. I will ask you for your friends in the yamen to give you a letter of guarantee for your travel! You have been back in 53 years. Your elder brother didn't say anything, but he held his head and rebelled with you. When he attacked Guangzhou, your nephew followed you with a big knife? He came to Guangzhou. Your emperor said that those who smoked opium would not let him become a general, and wanted your elder brother not to go to the court, but your elder brother was not addicted to opium!

Did you come to advise your elder brother to be more open-minded that you can make money more realistic than being an official! Now your elder brother has not made money either, so he opens a small money shop. Look at He Liu, Dongguan. Look at Opium Zhang, look at He Bo. Look at Guan Ju, look at Li Wenmao, your subordinates have just risen! Either a high official or a huge wealthy person. These people are from our Tiandihui. In the past, the status of the world was not comparable to your elder brother! Your elder brother was the leader of the Great Uprising of the Tiandihui! Without him, could Your Majesty take Guangzhou? Now, what has your elder brother said? Now we just want to ask you to keep this nephew, little brother!"

"Sister-in-law." Zhu Qingzheng turned around and helped the woman on the ground up, crying. He said, "I'm sorry for my sister-in-law and brother. I was wrong. I'll go find someone for my nephew now."

"Brother, brother, kneel down for you!" Chen Kai knelt down and kowtowed with a thud.

"Don't do this! Big brother!" Zhu Qingzheng helped Chen Kai and his wife up and asked, "Well, what did Arong do?"

Chen Kai said: "As soon as the manufacturing bureau started, even if Arong blatantly took a lot of money, he got tens of thousands of taels at most, and he also distributed a lot to those scum friends."

"Ten thousand taels?" Zhu Qingzheng nodded and asked again: "Is that the missionary department taken action?"
To be continued...