I want to be a good person

Chapter 133: Japanese bastards

In order to make up for the regret of his first time in life, Zhang Aiguo chose to stay in Tianjin for a short time.

After checking into the hotel, he accompanied the woman shopping during the day, and at night they discussed the origin of life and learned how to communicate. His diligent attitude often kept him awake until late at night.

Zhang Aiguo rubbed his hands vigorously to warm them up, then placed them on his waist. The sore feeling seemed to be dispelled a lot by the warmth.

There are no bonuses, no special effects, which verifies the proverb: There are only cows that die of exhaustion, but no land that is plowed to death.

Working hard every night, the initial happiness turned into a chore.

He kept asking for more and it almost cost my little brother his life.

Every day I feel depressed and the time needs to be adjusted manually at six o'clock in the evening.

"Sir, are you coming tonight?"

"Can you take a rest for a night? I have something to do."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

"Ah, go to sleep first."

"I'll wait for you, don't go to the fireworks site."

“I don’t have the strength anymore.”

Alas, the road I have chosen must be walked to the end even if I have to kneel. Even if my knees turn red, my moves will remain the same.

At night, Zhang Aiguo went out, walked on the dim road, changed into coolie's clothes, and walked towards the docks on both sides of the river.

The ruffians are wandering on the road, and the lights are their guide.

Steamships were still belching out steam on the Haihe River at night, and Chinese sailboats could be seen occasionally. There were also boats on the small piers by the river, moving back and forth with the ripples in the water. Those were the homes of the boat girls who made their livings.

The lights on the pier at night make the place full of life.

Zhang Aiguo strolled around and climbed up the Bohai Building during the day, watching the Haihe River meandering past the concessions and docks.

There were workers waiting for work on the roadside, waiting for ocean liners and wooden boats to pick them up.

Zhang Aiguo squatted in the crowd.

Soon, a leader came over looking for someone.

The warehouses were filled with cotton cloth, woolen cloth, sugar, kerosene, gasoline, rice, flour, wheat, cement, rubber, medicines, cigarettes and other supplies. Foreign goods flooded the market. The Japanese controlled the financial lifeline, and the national government cooperated to eliminate one national brand after another and strangled national industries. The Japanese had the final say on the economic barometer.

The export warehouse contains a variety of materials such as tung oil, bristles, cotton, fur, egg powder, and medicinal materials.

"Why is there one person missing?"

"That person had a stomachache and went to the toilet."

"Damn it, the lazy donkey is in trouble. If he doesn't poop, he will pee. Hahahaha"

The handling at the dock was in full swing, and Zhang Aiguo also collected the goods quickly, avoiding the patrol officers. He did not move the hard-to-sell materials such as dyes. All he had to do was to open a grocery store and a grain store, with hardware, seafood, and department stores all being his targets.

"Why hasn't that person come back yet? Did he fall into the toilet?"

"Boss, ignore him, we have enough manpower"

"Why do I feel a little nervous? My eyelids keep twitching."

He pulled his eyelids with his hand, paused for a brief moment, and then his eyes started beating wildly again.

"Go, go alone and look for him."

Half an hour later, the younger brother who was looking for someone came running over in a panic.

"Boss, no one is found."

“Well, where did the people go?”

“I don’t know.”

"Does anyone recognize him? What's his name?"

"Boss, we are all waiting for work on the roadside. We pay you in cash, so the wages are low."

“Aren’t they all registered?”

"Boss, there are too many people looking for work now. Didn't we just lower the wages?"

"Um"

"Don't talk nonsense. The person got lost as soon as he came in. He wasn't the person we were looking for. We haven't seen him before, you know!"

"Know"

"Just do what you need to do"

After unloading the cargo, the workers began to prepare for shipping the materials for export. Since the ocean-going ship could not come in, they could only wait at the estuary.

"Boss, something's gone wrong. Something's missing from the warehouse."

He nervously grabbed his brother's collar.

"Say it again."

"Boss, the people who just went to load the goods opened the warehouse and found it was empty. The things inside were gone."

The younger brother was frightened by the gang leader. The street lights on the roadside were yellow, and dust was everywhere under the lights, reflecting the gang leader's dark face.

His eyes widened as he said viciously, "Remember this. Don't say anything you shouldn't. If he makes a mistake, I'll send his whole family to the sea to feed the fish."

"Boss, we're just one person short. It's not a big deal. Can you clear out all the supplies by yourself?"

"Yes, yes"

"That makes sense. We can't panic first. We need to stay calm."

The same scene happened again at Taihe Wharf.

In order to avoid suspicion, the workers chose to continue carrying the work as if nothing had happened, insisting on one thing: I was not lazy, and the things were not taken by me.

No matter what happens, it’s none of my business.

At the Japanese dock, Zhang Aiguo encountered trouble because in addition to the leader managing the laborers, there was also a plainclothes team mixed in.

Several ronin were patrolling in groups of two with their swords thrust backwards, and the security force was strengthened.

Pro-Japanese elements mixed in with them, using their identities to conceal their own purposes and collect all kinds of intelligence for the Locust Army.

"You, come out"

Zhang Aiguo had just infiltrated the coolie team when he was pulled out by a group of plainclothes men in black clothes and black pants.

"I?"

"Yes, it's you. Hurry up."

"Why"

The rest of the coolies left in a flash like the receding tide, leaving only Zhang Aiguo behind.

When the tide recedes you will know who is swimming naked. Just ignore it if it does not concern you.

Zhang Aiguo stood there abruptly, slightly bent over, with slumped shoulders and a yellowed towel draped over his shoulders.

The plainclothes team held two-colored batons in their hands and slowly weighed them in their hands, creating a strong deterrent effect.

The coolie team took a few steps back, fearing that the blood from the beating would splatter on their clothes.

Zhang Aiguo looked back and understood.

Because many people only have one set of clothes, and many families only have one set of clothes.

It is much better in summer. Children are all bare-bottomed and bare-footed, and adults can wear as little as possible to save two feet of cloth.

Winter is the most difficult to endure. The cold wind does not discriminate between the rich and the poor, or between races.

"Tell me, what do you do?"

"Boss, I'm here to carry the sacks."

"Anti-sack?"

"Yes, with great effort."

"What do you want? Identity document? Guarantor?"

"Do you need a guarantor to work?"

"Mutual guarantee, one team one guarantee"

"It seems you are new here. You don't know the rules."

"Boss Yang, how did this person get in? Didn't the Queen specifically tell us not to let strangers in? We must register before we can start work. Have you forgotten the rules?"

"Captain Huang, I haven't forgotten. There's a lot of work to do. I thought one more person would help, and it would be faster, right?"

"What nonsense! You want to be the master of the lady."

While several people were arguing, another team leader stood up and shouted, "Everyone go to work, remember your signature, don't just watch the fun, go and carry the bag."

Yang Baotou knew that this was a way for him to save face, so he wanted to distance himself from the matter as soon as possible.

“Old Yang, you can’t leave.”

"Forget it, go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of the rest."

The ronin was displeased to see that the crowd was still working, and he walked over with the clatter of his wooden clogs.

"Hey, hurry up, get to work."

The captain of the plainclothes team took off his hat, put it on his chest, nodded and bowed, with a flattering look on his face.

"Taijun, we suspect he is a reactionary, a reactionary, and we are interrogating him."

When the ronin heard the word "reactionary", he grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

"Hey, show me your hands"

The ronin shouted at Zhang Aiguo.

"Hurry up, Taijun asked you to stretch out your hand."

A member of the plainclothes team rushed to shout.

This caused the captain to look at him a few more times.