roccoschili Chapter 127 The Decisive Battle Beyond the Village, Deciding the Outcome
Chapter 127 The Decisive Battle Beyond the Village, Deciding the Outcome
Du Mansion in Shanghai.
Although the photo of Duan Xinde being beheaded by a guillotine on the newspaper was blurry, Du Yuesheng, holding the newspaper in his hands, still felt a murderous aura emanating from it.
The foreman's brutal exploitation caused a public outcry, and it was not unexpected that someone like Duan Xinde, who was named, would end up like this.
Over the years, he has gradually faded into the background, becoming increasingly low-key, and has also become more inclined to be kind to others, even for trivial matters.
It's because I understand the principle that a tall tree catches the wind.
No matter how deeply rooted you are, if the wind is strong enough, you can be uprooted.
As fellow members of the martial arts world, he was very familiar with Duan Xinde's name.
When Yongxin's opium reached Guangdong Province, everyone had to pay homage to his port.
Such a person was beheaded so easily; young people these days are really something else.
Somewhat moved by the thought, Du Yuesheng called out for someone to come.
The steward entered with light footsteps.
"gentlemen."
"Make arrangements to send Heming away tonight and let him lay low in Hong Kong for a while."
The issue of overseas labor has been brought to the forefront.
Its nature is even worse than that of exploiting bonded laborers.
Du Yuesheng had no way of knowing how far Lin Yi intended to go with this matter.
But if it was him who did this, once he started, he would definitely not leave any future troubles.
Duan Xinde is dead, and the next most likely candidate is Chen Heming.
Of course, the best option for him would be to hand the person over voluntarily and sever his ties.
But this is something we can only dream about.
This concerns the morale of Hengshe. If he dares to do this, Hengshe may only have one option: disbandment.
Guan was initially surprised, but then nodded in agreement.
Just then, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
Du Yuesheng frowned slightly, walked over and answered the phone: "I am Du Yuesheng."
After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Du Yuesheng's expression immediately changed: "What?"
"Nonsense. Newspapers are full of rumors. You can't convict someone based on unsubstantiated news, can you?"
"It's true that arresting people is your police department's right, and I won't interfere or act recklessly, but I will hire a lawyer for him... What's the opinion of Chairman Fei Xindun?"
As he spoke, Du Yuesheng's brows furrowed into a deep frown.
He hummed in agreement twice, then sighed dejectedly, "Okay, I understand, thank you."
Seeing Du Yuesheng's dejected appearance, the manager's heart was in his throat.
It's been years since I've seen Mr. Du with this expression.
"Mr. Du..."
"Heming can't leave."
Du Yuesheng turned to look at him and said with a wry smile, "The Municipal Council just issued an arrest warrant for him."
The manager was startled, and his face turned pale.
He was Du Yuesheng's confidant.
They naturally understood the impact of Chen Heming's arrest.
Mr. Du can no longer protect this area of Shanghai.
This is definitely what most people would think.
With the prestige accumulated over many years crumbling, the morale of the Hengshe community will inevitably collapse.
Amidst the storm, no one can be sure whether this ship can continue sailing.
Just as he was filled with anxiety, he heard Du Yuesheng say, "Arrange for someone to kill him."
The steward looked up and noticed that Du Yuesheng's expression was now cold and stern.
He was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.
The lesser of two evils.
The Hengshe disciples who were expelled from the sect were definitely better off than Chen Heming, who was declared guilty by the Public Works Bureau and ultimately shot.
"Yes, I'll take care of it myself."
The manager left in a hurry, and Du Yuesheng turned to look at the gloomy sky outside the window.
"A storm is brewing... Ah."
……
The gunshots at St. John's Hospital stirred up further unrest in Shanghai, where snowflakes were beginning to fall.
The steward, who had rushed back through the snow, reported the situation with a look of panic.
Gunshots were indeed heard at St. John's Hospital, but he wasn't the one who fired them!
"You didn't fire the shots?"
Du Yuesheng looked surprised.
Before the manager returned, someone had already called Chen Heming to let him know that he had narrowly escaped the assassination attempt.
He originally thought it was just that the people he sent had been careless and made a mistake.
But I never expected it to turn out like this!
"No, I had just entered the hospital with my men when the gunshots rang out."
"If there hadn't been fewer police officers at the hospital at the time, and if we hadn't retreated quickly enough, we probably would have been stuck inside."
The manager was clever and continued, "Sir, we've probably been set up."
"Ah."
Du Yuesheng chuckled, put his hands behind his back, paced around twice, and then stopped, shaking his head and smiling bitterly, "We were indeed set up."
"Or rather, every step we take is part of the other side's calculations."
"How could Lin Andao, such an honest and kind person, have such a cunning and calculating son?"
The person in charge couldn't answer this question.
He asked somewhat anxiously, "Sir, what should we do next?"
The situation is clear.
As soon as St. John's gun went off, it was clear to everyone that Mr. Du was going to get rid of Chen Heming.
If this is accomplished, people will praise Mr. Du for still being as sharp as ever and for his decisiveness.
But now that things have turned out like this, being laughed at is a minor matter.
Most importantly, what about the morale of the people in Hengshe?
The fact that Chen Heming could not be saved has already caused unrest among the people.
If they can't even do something as simple as cleaning house, what will everyone think?
If not handled properly, it could lead to a major disaster!
"What else can be done?"
Du Yuesheng smiled and said, "Let's keep looking for opportunities."
This answer immediately put the manager at ease.
What he was most worried about was that Du Yuesheng was really getting old.
That would truly mean the building is about to collapse...
Lin Yi personally made a trip to Guangzhou; building a factory was just a minor matter.
The original main purpose was to get closer to Chen Bonan.
Duan Xinde's offer of his head made it easy for him to get the job done.
So after settling this matter, Lin Yi met with Jing Zhizhong, who had arrived, to discuss the follow-up matters, and then returned directly to Shanghai.
The time was the day after the gunshots rang out at St. John's.
It was only one day later than the photo that was sent to Shanghai by plane.
Du Yuesheng guessed correctly; it was he who arranged the assassination of Chen Heming at the hospital.
This was the only way Lin Yi could come up with after much thought, a way for Du Yuesheng to break the deadlock and reduce the impact of this matter on him.
So he struck first, using a failed assassination attempt to cut off Du Yuesheng's path.
As for the incident that left the person in charge feeling terrified and almost ended up in the hospital, it was purely a coincidence.
If Du Yuesheng had reacted just a little slower, this whole thing wouldn't have happened.
The worst thing you can do is procrastinate.
Therefore, as soon as Lin Yi arrived in Shanghai, he visited several important figures without stopping.
Following legal procedures, the International Settlement Court conducted a summary trial. Before Du Yuesheng could find an opportunity to kill Chen Heming, the man was taken to the execution ground.
The whole process took only two days.
The only thing that displeased Lin Yi was that the Director General of the Municipal Council, an American named Fei Xindun, rejected his suggestion to use a guillotine.
After wandering halfway down the street, on the busiest Jinling Road, a bullet took away Chen Heming, who was wearing a hood... He never saw Lin Yi again until his death.