Conquering the world from the Kaiser's driver

When wiping the blood and applying medicine, Lin Shangzhou gasped in pain. After applying the medicine, the wounds on his palm and arm were wrapped with a layer of gauze and a bandage.

After the simple treatment, Lin Shangzhou curiously asked Chris why there was a small medical kit in the cafeteria. The answer he got was that the chefs in the cafeteria would occasionally hurt themselves, so this thing was placed there.

This reason is also very reasonable.

Lin Shangzhou looked up at the office on the second floor, then stood up and tried to go up. After taking a few steps, he saw Huo Wen coming out with the administrator who had a bruised face and nose.

After the administrator went downstairs, he saw countless eyes glaring at him. He was so scared that his body trembled and he didn't dare to move forward. Huo Wen kicked him lightly on the butt from behind, and then he moved forward.

"Did he agree to take us to the boss's house?"

Lin Shangzhou glanced at the administrator and asked Huo Wen.

"Well, he agreed. Let Andy and the others come with us. We don't have to worry about someone notifying the factory owner."

Huo Wen said with a smile. Lin Shangzhou was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and said, "Did you unplug the phone line?"

"Yeah, I hid my phone too."

Huo Wen nodded with an unstoppable smile on his face. Lin Shangzhou and Chris gave him a thumbs-up and praised him, "Great."

"Hahaha, stop praising me and let him take us to the boss's house."

Huo Wen laughed even more happily. He patted the administrator on the back and said to Lin Shangzhou and Chris.

Then they called Andy and others who were watching Cadentis in the cafeteria to go out for the parade.

When passing by the white house, the man with glasses stood at the door and looked at the team outside. After seeing the huge team of workers, he came up with a plan.

When the team of workers was about to walk out of the gate, he followed and mingled at the end of the team.

Then he was thrown out by the workers. Two workers lifted his hands and feet and threw him to the ground at the gate.

He looked up at the sky and gave up resisting in his heart.

The guard dog came over and sniffed his face, then turned around, lifted one leg and urinated on his face. The man with the eyes covered with urine hurriedly stood up and looked at the guard dog angrily, then backed down when it whistled a warning.

He turned his head and looked at the backs of the workers leaving. Suddenly he remembered the phone call in the administrator's office, so he hurried into the factory and came to the administrator's office.

After he stood inside and looked at the telephone wire on the ground and the phone that had disappeared without a trace, the man with the eyes collapsed on the sofa beside him and completely gave up resisting.

The striking team went out, led by the administrator, and headed towards the boss's house. Of course, the administrator would not lead the way honestly, he would take a detour.

This has no effect on the workers, however, as they will all eventually arrive at the boss's house.

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Chapter 49: Strike on the 27th of the Month (Part )

Led by the administrator, the workers marched through streets and intersections. After walking for more than ten minutes, Chris realized something was wrong. He stepped forward and kicked the administrator hard on the butt and asked in a harsh voice: "Are you taking us in circles? Take us to the boss's house quickly! Hurry up!"

The administrator turned around and laughed at him, which made Chris, who was already angry, even angrier. He took a step forward and reached out to grab his collar and punch him in the face, but before he could do so, he was stopped by Lin Shangzhou.

Lin Shangzhou leaned close to him and whispered:

"Chris, don't be impulsive. We are outside now, not inside the factory. There are reporters following us..."

"damn it…"

Chris cursed, glared at the administrator, put his hand down, walked to Hoven and turned his head away from the administrator. Out of sight, out of mind.

Lin Shangzhou walked up to the administrator, looked him in the eyes and said:

"You are stalling for time so that news of the strike can reach the factory owner and he can escape."

The administrator grinned and nodded.

They had been marching outside for more than ten minutes, and from the newspaper reporters who came up to them it could be seen that the news of their strike and march had already spread, and it was only a matter of time before it reached the boss's ears.

They can't just beat the administrator outside. It would be troublesome if they were photographed by reporters. The administrator knows this and is fearless.

The current situation is very tricky. The boss must not run away. If he runs away, the strike will have to continue, and it will become a tug-of-war to see who will give up first, the workers or the boss.

It would be difficult to deal with a tug-of-war, and Lin Shangzhou wanted to avoid that situation.

He looked at the administrator's pig-like face and an idea came to his mind.

Lin Shangzhou approached the administrator and whispered in his ear: "If you don't take us to the factory owner's house seriously, then after the strike is over, I will take you to the homes of some workers in the countryside. They have pigs at home."

"Pigs...are meat eaters. They eat each other, and they will eat a factory manager who is unconscious in a pigsty. They will eat his meat and bones together..."

He left the administrator's ear, looked at him with a smile, and then said, "I think you understand what I mean?"

The manager swallowed and nodded vigorously. Although this might be a threat from the other party, when he thought about what the workers would face after the strike failed, he believed that the man in front of him would really murder him after the strike failed, just like he said, knocking him unconscious and throwing him into the pigsty. He didn't want to die...

His face was pale and he was shaking as he walked forward. Huo Wen walked up to Lin Shangzhou in confusion and asked, "Fritts, what did you say to him?"

"It's just a necessary measure."

Lin Shangzhou said, and then led everyone to continue forward and follow the administrator.

If the administrator remains indifferent after being threatened like this and continues to lead them around in circles, then Lin Shangzhou will really be helpless.

As he walked, an idea popped into his mind. He had more than 8,000 marks in his hand. If the boss chose to play a tug-of-war, he could use his own money to pay the workers' wages to maintain their lives during the strike.

After all, it was he who proposed, organized and led the strike, and he needed to be responsible for the workers behind him.

Lin Shangzhou felt sorry for the money, but he believed that the factory owner felt sorry for the money more than he did.

The parade team walked in an orderly manner on the streets of Strasbourg. They did not shout slogans because Lin Shangzhou said that this would affect the normal lives of citizens. No one fell behind. Occasionally, a few people who had not eaten enough at noon would go out to buy a loaf of bread from a bakery on the side of the road, and then quickly return to the team.

Reporters who rushed to the scene after hearing the news were very surprised by the strike team, but what surprised them even more was the strike leader who was walking in the front: Lin Shangzhou.

A Chinese person is leading a German workers' strike?

Strikes are not uncommon, and Chinese people in Germany are not uncommon either, but when you put these two things together it becomes strange. Who would have thought that the leader of the strike was Chinese?

Reporters rushed forward to interview Lin Shangzhou, asking various questions and obtaining first-hand information. They believed that this strike would be the headline news in Strasbourg tomorrow and for some time thereafter. However, Lin Shangzhou did not answer any of the reporters' questions. He wanted to give the first-hand intelligence to his own newspaper, but the people from the newspaper had not come yet.

When the workers, led by the administrator, came to an intersection, a team of patrolmen came out from one side of the intersection. They had heard about the strike and rushed here to check the situation.

When the administrator saw the police, he ran over as if he had seen a savior. His fat body burst out with an unimaginable speed, so that Lin Shangzhou and others could not catch up with him.

The administrator came in front of the patrolman and pointed at the strikers behind him and said, "You...you...you...you go and stop this gang of thugs!"

"We must not let them go on! Go now!"

He said to the patrolman anxiously.

The policeman next to him took a step back in disgust, pinched his chin with one hand and looked at the administrator carefully, then looked at the striking team not far ahead.

When Lin Shangzhou saw an administrator running towards the police, he thought to himself that something was not good. If this group of police were persuaded by the administrator to stop him, it would be troublesome.

The patrolman gestured to his companions behind him, and then the police team spread out to both sides, clearing a path for the striking team.

"what?"

The administrator was stunned. He didn't expect the police to give way on their own initiative. He stamped his feet anxiously and yelled at the police:

"What are you doing?! Stop these syndicalist thugs who want to rebel!"

"Oh, sir, you really know how to joke."

The patrolman sneered and walked up to the administrator and said, "They didn't affect the citizens, and they didn't hold signs and shout slogans."

"You said they were out on strike, but I think they were more like out for a spring outing, hahahaha."

The patrolman patted the administrator on the shoulder, walked past him and came to Lin Shangzhou with a big laugh.

"I opened the back door for you, let's go now."

"Thank you."

Lin Shangzhou thanked him excitedly. He didn't expect that the police would be on his side.

"You're welcome, go ahead."

The patrolman waved his hand and stepped aside, and then the workers headed towards the intersection. The administrator gave up resisting and obediently led the way for them.

As the striking team got closer and closer to the boss's house, news of their strike reached more and more people, including the newspaper "Strasbourg Workers".

After learning the news, the deputy editor-in-chief immediately asked Monk to take two people to drive to find the striking team. He knew that his newspaper was already one step late and could not be late any longer.

Monch drove Eric and Goebbels to the striking workers' team quickly, parked the car on the side of the road, and the three got out of the car. Eric took a camera and took a lot of pictures of the striking workers. Monch took a pen and paper and took Eric and Goebbels, who had just taken the pictures, and ran towards the workers.

After running to the front of the team of workers and seeing who was leading the team, the three were dumbfounded, their mouths wide open and unable to close.

Some workers looked at the three men in confusion, not understanding why they looked like that.

"Fi...Fi...Fritts?"

Monkie was the first to react, but he still looked incredible and stuttered as he called out Lin Shangzhou's name.

Lin Shangzhou also heard his shout, turned his head and saw that it was someone he knew, so he walked over.

He was not surprised at the arrival of his colleagues from the newspaper. On the contrary, he would have been surprised if they had not come.

"Monch, Eric, Goebbels, you are finally here..."

Lin Shangzhou walked up with a smile and said to the three people with some dissatisfaction that he did not answer any questions from the newspaper reporters along the way in order to keep the first-hand information for his own people.

Monk and the other two had a thousand questions in their minds as to why Lin Shangzhou would lead the workers to strike. But they also knew that now was not the time to ask questions.

"Hurry up, Monkie, come over here and interview me. Ask all the questions you want to ask."

"Eric, please take the best pictures for us. It would be best if they are shocking."

"Paul, could you please write a report after the strike? Do your best to portray us workers in a positive light."

Lin Shangzhou spoke quickly to the three people. He actually didn't quite understand why Goebbels came here, but he didn't dwell on it too much. He thought that Goebbels was very good at publicity, and since he was here, he had to help.

The three nodded and began to perform their respective duties. Monk stepped forward to interview Lin Shangzhou and asked him questions, Eric took pictures of the striking workers from different angles and places, and Goebbels stood there, carefully observing the workers and occasionally stepped forward to ask them some questions.

Huo Wen and Chris felt very strange that Lin Shangzhou suddenly changed his attitude towards these three people, but they didn't think about it too much. Anyway, it would definitely not be a bad thing.

The striking team continued to advance under the interview of the reporter from the Workers' Daily. Reporters from other newspapers looked at Monk with envy as he was interviewing Lin Shangzhou.

After walking for a few more minutes, the administrator turned around and pointed to the villa area in front and said to Lin Shangzhou: "That's it, we'll be there soon."

Lin Shangzhou looked in the direction he pointed and saw villas row after row not far ahead.

This place does look like where the factory owner lives.

"Keep leading the way."

Lin Shangzhou said to him, and then asked Monk to leave temporarily. He took the megaphone from Huo Wen, and got ready with the megaphone in his right hand. When he was less than a few dozen meters away from the villa area, he raised his left hand and shouted confidently:

“We demand better treatment!”

“We’re asking for a pay raise!”

“We demand reduced working hours!”

“Otherwise we won’t continue working!”

Every time he shouted, the workers followed suit, and the deafening sound echoed in the room.

Eric took photos of Lin Shangzhou waving his arms and shouting from the left, front and right directions of the team. In each photo, he was raising his left hand and shouting slogans. His left hand was wrapped in a bandage. Eric felt that Lin Shangzhou's arm waving and shouting was very effective.

Goebbels looked at Lin Shangzhou who was shouting slogans, standing there with a thoughtful look, and then followed him.

The administrator brought the striking team to a villa, and Lin Shangzhou used a loudspeaker to loudly ask the factory owner to come out and kept shouting their slogans.

A minute later, the factory owner, looking anxious, opened the door and walked out of the villa.

He was a middle-aged man with a peaceful and slightly plump face. He pushed open the door in the yard and came to the striking workers to ask them to stop.

Lin Shangzhou turned around and signaled the workers to be quiet, then turned to face the factory owner.

"You are the boss of the machinery factory, right?"

"My name is Fritz Hipper, and I'm an ordinary worker in the factory."

Lin Shangzhou asked politely and extended his hand to him.

The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead and reached out to shake Lin Shangzhou's hand.

"Hello, Fritz, my name is Jerome Raven, you can just call me Jerome."

Faced with the boss's attempt to get closer to him, Lin Shangzhou chuckled and pulled his hand back.

"You should call me Hipper, Mr. Raven."