The financial director grinned and picked up the account book and was about to throw it into the brazier. A young Chinese man came out from the slash, grabbed the account book and hugged it tightly in his arms.

"Yuan...return him back to me, are you impatient to live?"

The young man was the Chinese cashier at the bottom of the company. Because of his introduction, his sister bought no less than 2 capital stocks. Now the turmoil in Shanghai is surging, and the young man regrets it. He heard that there was a rumor outside to check the accounts, so he always paid attention to the every move of the financial director. Just now, he could see clearly in the dark that the ghost guy sent everyone away and took out the account book from the safe to burn it.

"Don't think about it!" The young man turned around and ran away, leaving behind the other party's angry scolding and panting footsteps.

The account book was finally saved. The shopkeeper of Zhengyuan Money House was an old accountant. Once it was checked, the problem was immediately revealed. Large amounts of funds disappeared. The so-called investment showed no signs of capital allocation. The accounts were extremely disordered and the size and numbers were not up to the number. Except for the fact that Mai Bian had successively spent a large amount of money, the rest of the projects only knew the gap, but the whereabouts were unknown.

What a scam! The crowd is angry! It's messy, it's all messy!

"Let's check the accounts with HSBC!"

Faced with the shopkeeper who held the official letter of Langezhi's board of directors, HSBC reluctantly agreed to check the account of Langezhi, but in the end, there was only less than 100 left in the account. Most of the funds were transferred to another account.

Whose land?

Wheat border.

Check the account! Check the account!

But HSBC refused rudely. It said that the account was a private account and could not be disclosed according to the principle of confidentiality. It could not be verified. It was necessary to wait for Mai Bian to have the power, but only then did he know where Mai Bian was.

The news spread like wildfire, one to ten, ten to hundreds of people. Everyone knew that Mai Bian swallowed the company's money, and the common people on Shanghai broke out! Early in the morning of the third day, the three Indians were in horror. A huge petition team appeared on the streets and alleys, and everyone waved their flags and walked towards HSBC.

"Repay my share capital!"

"Repay my share capital!"

“Announce the accounts!”

“Announce the accounts!”

The leader was a loud voice. He shouted, and the petitioners followed. The door of HSBC was crowded with people of all kinds, filled with colorful flags and slogans. The order was in chaos, and everyone stopped to watch. The gate of HSBC was blocked tightly.

A Chinese came to handle the business by chance, and the crowd kindly reminded him: "Sir, the statement is deposited again in Yillagri, Yi is a fraud bank."

"Thank you, Nong Ala, know."

HSBC is a fraudulent bank? The three and the others couldn't smile bitterly. But the logic of the Chinese people is very simple: Mai Bian is a fraudulent company, Langezhi Company is a fraudulent company, Langezhi stock is a fraudulent stock - helping the fraudulent run a fraudulent company, is HSBC still a gentleman in the place where the fraudulent stocks are sold? It must be a fraudulent bank.

A director of HSBC Bank's face was gloomy. The 3% consultant fee was so hot. How could Mai Bian make him look like this? But now is not the time to curse, so you have to come up with a solution. At least what should you do with the group of people at the bank entrance?

The policemen came, and the Indian Sans waved their sticks again. But this time the crowd did not scatter, but bravely rose up to resist. You have a baton, we have a flagpole, and the crowd wrestled together. The gentleman who led everyone to shout slogans rushed in front and was already on the target of public criticism. The Sans and the others seized the opportunity to rush up and wanted to pull him down. In the chaos, he ate several times, dripping blood, flowing down his forehead and cheeks. He saw that he was a bloody man, but his spirit became more and more vigorous, and he fought to the death and shouted freely.

"Friends and friends, it is this fraud company that blackmailed us money. We want to ask for it, and we are dealing with us in this way!"

His voice was already loud, and now he was shouting with all his might, shaking the house. Fang Yuan could not hear clearly. Everyone was watching the whole martial arts striking in front of HSBC.

While fighting, a car drove from a distance and when it was picked up the crowd in the downtown area, it came "squeak" and turned around. Before it stopped, several Westerners who looked like journalists jumped out of the car. They raised their cameras familiarly and took several photos with lights. When the red-headed threes reacted and rushed to the front to negotiate with each other, the reporter had already jumped back to the car.

As soon as the aircraft stepped on the accelerator, it rushed out like an arrow from the string, and the policemen were stunned.

It was like a collision. After the reporter took the photo, the scene of the fight was fought to the death, and the scene suddenly disappeared. The petitioners dropped the flags, slogans, and banners, and scattered in the loud voice of the gentleman, leaving only the mess on the ground and the British sheriff with a wry smile on his face.

Looking at the special report of "Unscrupulous Banks Collude with Unlawful Merchants, Peaceful Petition for Blood Splashing HSBC Bank", looking at the "vibrant" photos of British police beating people, Zhao Bingjun on the easy chair laughed again: "Foreign devils know how to go straight, but how can we know the wonderful use of "using barbarians to control barbarians"?"

The report was written by an American and the photos were taken by an American. The shopkeeper of Zhengyuan Money House took advantage of the opportunity to temporarily take charge of the board of directors of Langezhi Company to publish books to the press, showing the scars and bloodstains of the company's shareholders after being beaten by the police station. All reporters from all countries who were invited to attend were amazed and shook their heads again. Only the British reporters looked ashen and said nothing.

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"Yesterday, our shareholders' peaceful petition was brutally suppressed by the police station; today we submitted a complaint against Mai Bian for colluding with the Revolutionary Party and privately slandering the property of the branch, and returned it on the grounds that there was insufficient evidence." The shopkeeper waved his hands excitedly, "I want to ask, will the management authorities of any civilized country treat the people in this way?"

"This is really a shame to a civilized country!" a reporter sighed.

"Sir, thank you for saying justice." It turned out to be an American. Several British journalists glared at him, but he shrugged his shoulders and sat down without regard. Only when there was no one around would he smile secretly: "Those photos yesterday actually received 2,000 yuan. This business is really..."

"Strike? The market is on hold?" Zhao Bingjun opened the curtains and listened to the shouts coming from afar. Unfortunately, he didn't hear them very seriously, and shook his head with regret.

"Yes, sir, all the industry and commerce in the concession have been launched, and everyone protests to the British!"

"What's the momentum?"

"Just like when I boycotted American goods a few years ago, the crowd was in agitation."

"Okay, okay!" A smiled with a sign that was afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

Faced with the torrents and waves of protests, the inspector general of the police station, the directors of the Ministry of Industry and the British Consul General stationed in Shanghai were stunned. What should I do?

Suppress? What to suppress? There are only a few Indian Asans. I guess they should have been swallowed up by the crowd without waiting for the baton to approach. Are there soldiers? Are there some soldiers? Could there be such an extreme reaction?

It is unlikely! Although the British occupy a major position in the public concession, most of them are British, whether it is the directors of the Ministry of Industry or the police station, the public concession is not the concession of the British, and there are Americans.

The US consul had received a secret telegram from his minister the day before, warning him not to agree to any repression plan of the British, and to actively ensure the peace of petition protests, and to strive to guide this struggle to the British: "At this critical moment, it is a good time to show our country's tolerance, generosity, transparency and openness. It is necessary to distance ourselves from the British, and to make the Chinese believe that the United States is sincerely committed to developing friendly relations with China and sincerely opposes any fraudulent actions - paying attention to this will have a huge promoting effect on our business interests..."

The British did not dare to shoot after all. They only sent guards to set up a cordon and put on a stance to suppress, which was actually intended to intimidate. Fortunately, the strikers did not have the intention of violent resistance. Both sides were just staring at each other and their nerves were very nervous, but the atmosphere was quite unkind and there was a tendency to be tense.

After receiving news of the upset in the Shanghai Concession and the rough suppression of the UK, Juerdian was very annoyed. The Sino-British relations that had just improved have been deteriorating recently. Liang Dunyan's protests made his eardrums calluses. It was not important to offend the Chinese, but the actions of Germany, France and the United States on the side made him feel ashamed. Isn't this giving up influence?

It was only after he made a fuss that he realized that the Consul General in Shanghai was fully aware of this, and he was also rich in the issuance fees and so-called consultant fees obtained by HSBC. No wonder he spared no effort to suppress the situation.

"Shame! It's simply a shame for Great Britain!"
Chapter completed!