People in the Republic of China era began to rise from industry.

Chapter 111 The Black Dragon Society, Fang Chang Emerges from His Cage

The original plan for the inaugural meeting was to be held at Wu Rongsheng's Dahua Textile Factory.

The suggestion to temporarily change the venue to the French Club was made by Lin Yi yesterday.

With Sheng Aiyi's reminder, Lin Yi also worried that someone might secretly plant bombs, and follow his example in inciting Koreans to create terror.

Regardless of their own safety, the moment the explosion occurs, it will likely scare away many people.

After all, most of them are businessmen who are only after money; they would never risk their lives.

The Grand French Hotel is owned by the French Chamber of Commerce in China, and such drastic measures are generally not something anyone would dare to use in this place.

The conference was scheduled for 4 p.m., and after the first set of procedures was completed, the dinner would begin.

It can also be considered a form of celebration.

The conference had not yet started.

People are arriving one after another.

Seeing the standoff between a group of Japanese and police officers in front of the door, some people immediately stopped and watched from a distance.

Even those who had already entered the lobby and started exchanging business cards and socializing hurriedly came out upon hearing the news.

It's no secret that the association plans to expand production and make a major push into the export market after its establishment.

Although many people do not have the same access to data as Lin Yi to make decisions.

However, it is certain that the expansion of Chinese textile exports will erode the interests of others.

The Japanese, who owned many textile factories in China, were particularly affected.

So at this time, a bunch of Japanese people suddenly appeared in front of the French General Chamber of Commerce. It's obvious even to a fool that these bastards were there to cause trouble.

When something like this happens, nobody's in the mood to watch the spectacle.

What everyone is concerned about is how this matter will end.

Positioning the main future market as exports is indeed exciting.

But how difficult this is, a group of people in the industry generally understand.

The Japanese are the biggest obstacle to life and death.

If you can't get past this hurdle, then forget about everything else.

What we're seeing now is just an appetizer.

If they can't resolve the issue even after several attempts, many people's thought is to simply become association members as before.

Once we secure that support fund, we'll continue living the same way we did before.

After all, the annual interest rate is only three percent, which is practically negligible compared to bank loan interest rates.

"what activity?"

The leader of the ronin tilted his head back, revealing a tuft of mustache under his nostrils, which made Tie Lin frown.

He didn't mince words and said directly, "The founding meeting of the China Textile Federation is here today. Japanese people are not welcome."

"idiot!"

The leading Japanese soldier immediately started cursing, glaring and shouting, "This is a restaurant, we want to go inside to eat, get out of the way!"

Tie Lin immediately unholstered his gun: "You can't understand human language, huh? Then do you recognize this outfit?"

He probably didn't expect that Tie Lin would actually touch the gun.

The Japanese soldier in the lead was startled.

I instinctively took a step back.

Seeing his attitude, Tie Lin curled his lip in disdain: "If you know what's good for you, get lost. Otherwise, if you're carrying a weapon in the street, believe me, I'll arrest you all."

The leader glanced at the samurai sword in his hand, then at Tie Lin's open holster, his inner turmoil a mystery.

He glared fiercely at Tie Lin, then waved his hand and turned to leave with his group.

This is the French Concession; if you encounter someone from the police station, they certainly don't have the right to be arrogant.

In particular, Section Chief Toyama had given him special instructions before he left.

Their mission this time was merely to cause trouble; once they succeeded, they would leave immediately.

We must try our best to avoid conflict with the concession authorities.

Very detailed instructions.

They never expected things to turn out this way; they were stopped by the police before they could even enter the General Hotel.

He wasn't sure how to handle this situation.

"Mr. Sagoya, is that all?"

Just as he was feeling troubled, one of his subordinates approached him.

Although the tone remained respectful, the addition of the surname before "sir" clearly conveyed the dissatisfaction that the Black Dragon Society squad leader, named Sagaya Saburo, was aware of.

He stopped abruptly, turned and glared at the other man: "The section chief of the mountain stronghold gave instructions not to clash with the French Concession authorities."

"I need to consult with you about what to do next, understand?"

"Hi Yi!"

The subordinate shrank back and lowered his head.

Sagoya then felt a little better.

He snorted and continued walking towards a row of shops not far away.

He needs to make a phone call to ask for instructions.

If the head of the mountain section orders us to rush into the main hotel regardless of everything and continue causing trouble, then we have to bite the bullet and go for it... Of course, he will put away his samurai sword before doing so.

Otherwise, he could very well be shot dead on charges of assaulting a police officer.

But if the mountain chief's order was to abandon the operation, then today's incident wouldn't be considered a sign of his cowardice or incompetence.

He was calculating how to move forward and backward with ease, and he was about to reach the vicinity of that row of shops.

Suddenly, a group of people carrying axes and machetes emerged from an alleyway.

A group of people appeared without warning.

Caught completely off guard, before he could even react, the leader had already charged at him, wielding a machete.

"idiot!"

He glared and cursed, and the samurai sword at his waist was instantly drawn.

It was accompanied by a crisp clang.

He raised his katana above his head and narrowly blocked the cleaver that was about to strike him.

The blow was powerful and heavy; Sagoya felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the knife in his hand almost flew out of his grasp.

Before he could react, his opponent, who had just landed, delivered a flying knee strike to his groin.

This kind of vulgar street fighting technique made Sagoya, who considered himself a samurai, widen his eyes in shock.

"Snapped!"

The heavy back of the blade struck his chin with a resounding thud, and as the katana clattered to the ground, Sagoya immediately lost consciousness.

At this point, the two sides were already locked in a fierce battle.

With machetes and axes flying everywhere, the Black Dragon Society ronin, who were outnumbered, were no match for them.

In less than a minute, they were all hacked to the ground.

In the chaos, no one noticed that the first person to fall, Sagoya, had already disappeared.

Not far away, in front of the General Hotel, a group of textile merchants who were already overjoyed because the Japanese had been driven away widened their eyes in surprise.

I originally thought that the big shots in the association were already quite capable, having the French Concession police station to provide protection.

I never expected there would be a sequel.

And it was so intense.

That's tough enough, and there's hope for the future!

As for Tie Lin, who was still standing in front of the steps, he was not surprised at all by this scene.

Seeing that the group of Andao Company disciples had finished their work and quickly left.

He then waved his hand and said, "Arrest them!"

This little incident made the atmosphere of the founding meeting extremely high.

Lin Yi was elected president unanimously, and Wu Rongsheng and Zhang Jingde also became vice presidents as they wished.

As for Cousin Zhuang, who came to the meeting, he managed to get a position as a director.

One in eighteen, Cousin Zhuang's dissatisfaction was obvious to the naked eye.

Lin Yi stayed at the banquet for an hour before returning to Pier No. 3.

Upon entering the office, one would see Fang Chang lying on the sofa.

"What about people?"

"threw."

"Recruited?"

"Yes, the group that ambushed you that night was the Black Dragon Society and a bunch of Marines."

"The mastermind is Yamato Kosuke, the grandson of the Black Dragon Society's leader."

"I'll go see him after I've had my late-night snack."

Fang Chang kept his eyes closed as he said these words.

They looked like they were conserving their energy.

Lin Yi nodded, but didn't mention anything dangerous.

He simply said, "Bring a few people with you, so we can meet you when the time comes."

"know."