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Chapter 619 Your wives and daughters, I will take care of them! You treat others like dogs, have you ever thought about your own compatriots?

"Brother Sen, I'm doomed this time! If I really die, remember to take care of my parents. Oh, and please delete my browser history and copy the study materials from my D drive and burn them for me."

In the group chat of 8302, Tang Zhenzhe was making arrangements for his "last affairs".

"Go in peace. I will take care of your wife and daughters."

Chen Yansen lay on the sofa, rolled his eyes, and casually replied in the group chat.

He had actually received the news long ago, so he arranged for a group of staff from Fengjun Security Company to go to the An'nan branch and sought help from Wang Guangtong of the Business Association.

"Brother Sen, Southeast Asia is too dangerous. Let's transfer Brother Zhe to Africa later."

"666, Bobo, are you afraid that Brother Zhe won't die?"

"Stop messing around. I just saw the news. Sun Huajun, the head of the Foreign Affairs Association, called the person in charge of Annam. It's a mess over there right now. Brother Zhe, I'll clear your browsing history for you."

Zhu Xiaopeng, Meng Xibo, and Song Yang chimed in with their own jokes.

"You...you fucking beasts!" Tang Zhenzhe was stunned after reading the message.

"Alright, save your energy. Let's talk again when we meet tomorrow."

Chen Yansen replied.

He immediately chartered two planes, planning to transfer all Chinese employees in Annam back to China first, and then proceed after things calmed down here.

"Brother Sen, what do you mean?" Tang Zhenzhe didn't understand.

At this moment, Zhang Yubao, the head of Orange Mobile's Annam region, sent a notification in the work group: "Tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock, the company will arrange two planes to send everyone back to China."

Tang Zhenzhe then realized what was happening!
Returning to China?

He thought for a moment and then sent a message to his girlfriend on Mimo: "I'm sorry, honey, I may have to leave for a while."

"Will you come back?" Ruan Shuiling was well aware of the situation outside. She was reluctant to part with Tang Zhenzhe, but she also knew that Annam was not safe for the Chinese at the moment.

"It definitely will," Tang Zhenzhe replied with certainty.

The night outside the window was thick and dark, like a blob of ink that couldn't be dissolved.

A group of Annamese people, their eyes bloodshot, swept through the streets with wooden sticks and iron chains, rushing into any shops that were still open to smash and loot them.

Before long, they set their sights on Orange Mobile's directly operated stores.

In Annam, Orange Mobile's market position is in no way inferior to Apple and Sanxing.

In the first half of the year, a teenager from Annam sold one of his kidneys to buy a Shiny X2 smartphone.

"Orange Phone is a brand that bleeds us dry! Smash the store and destroy all the phones!"

The young man at the front of the group brandished a steel rod, shouting righteous words, but in his heart he had another plan: he had to rush in first and steal a few Yao Cheng X2 Plus phones.

But as soon as he stepped onto the stairs, he saw seven locals in orange work uniforms staring at him with unfriendly expressions.

"You act like dogs for the Chinese, but have you ever thought about your own compatriots?"

The young man shouted.

"Trying to ruin my business? Let me tell you! If you dare touch a single brick in our shop, I'll smash your head in."

Li Junhui's face was gloomy, and he spoke with a fierce tone.

In just three hours, he and his colleagues repelled three waves of protesters and successfully protected the property of the directly operated store.

He is a graduate of Hanoi University of Mechanical Engineering and speaks fluent Chinese.

Previously, I worked as the assistant store manager at Mobile World. When I heard that Orange Mobile was going to open a direct-sale store in Hanoi, I took the initiative to apply for a job and was eventually hired. Now I am the store manager and can earn six or seven thousand yuan a month.

This income may not seem like much at first glance, but it is double his previous salary at Mobile World.

In 2014, this was definitely considered a high income in Annan.

If these scoundrels smash up the shop, they'll probably lose their jobs.

So he temporarily gathered all the shop assistants and had them stand guard at the door with wooden sticks and iron bars.

His attitude was clear: you can smash other stores, but don't mess with Orange Mobile.

"Chinese people are stealing our business and our girls, and you want to be their watchdogs? Bah!"

The troublemaking young people cursed righteously.

"Get lost!" Li Junhui glared at the other person fiercely.

"Charge! Smash the shop! Get these Chinese out of Hanoi..."

"Smack!"
Li Junhui swung the wooden stick in his hand in a wide arc and lashed it out at the other man's chest.

"what--!"

A piercing scream echoed through the night sky.

Before the young man in the lead could finish speaking, he clutched his chest and started rolling on the ground, making slurping sounds as he breathed heavily.

pain!
It hurts so much!
Le Tuan Hui raised a wooden stick and loudly questioned in Annamese: "Are you all idiots? You drove all the Chinese away, and the bosses in Hanoi dared to pay you 500 or 800 yuan a month. Are you going to let your compatriots go hungry?"

"Bullshit! Only by driving the Chinese out of Annam can our lives improve!"

Someone in the rioting crowd roared in rebuttal, the iron chains in their hands clanging loudly, and they looked like they were about to rush forward.

Li Junhui didn't back down; instead, he took a step forward, pointing his wooden stick at the crowd, and his voice became even louder: "Get better? Ask yourselves honestly, do you earn more working for a local boss or a Chinese boss?"
I'm going to buy a new TV for the family and pay for my sister's schooling. Anyone who dares to take away my livelihood, I'll smash their head in!

These words were like a bucket of cold water, causing many people to pause in their actions.

A young man in a ripped T-shirt loosened his grip on the wooden stick in the crowd.

He works in a small factory nearby, earning only 1,200 yuan a month, which is not enough to make ends meet.

He simply couldn't understand why, despite being so diligent, his life had turned out this way.

Someone told him that Europeans, Chinese, and Koreans had stolen the money that was rightfully his.

But what Li Junhui said also makes a lot of sense.

"Don't listen to his nonsense! Chinese people are just sucking our blood!"

Another troublemaker tried to incite more trouble, but his voice clearly lacked its previous confidence.

Seeing this, Li Junhui continued, "My neighbor who lives next door works as a delivery driver for Kuai Pao. On rainy days when there are many people, he can earn two hundred yuan a day. If you rush in and smash up the shop, you will be destroying our own people's livelihood!"

"Is there anyone among you who wants to get a new fan for their home? Is there anyone who wants their younger siblings to buy a few more books?"

Li Junhui took another half step forward, twirling the wooden stick in his hand, his eyes sweeping over the wavering people in the crowd.

"Don't be fooled by him! Once the Chinese leave, local bosses will take over, and we'll still have jobs!"

Some troublemakers are still holding out.

Li Junhui sneered, "A local boss taking over? If a local boss could really offer a few thousand dollars, would you still be here making a scene?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd fell completely silent.

Several people looked at each other, quietly took two steps back, and lowered their tools.

Yes, they may not understand foreign companies, but surely they understand local entrepreneurs? Local business owners are notoriously stingy in Hanoi.

In the small factory, the boss wanted the workers to work fourteen hours a day, but kept their wages very low.

Shop assistants on the street don't even receive red envelopes during holidays, let alone a raise.

In the crowd, the young man in the ripped T-shirt quietly took a third step back. The wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud." He bent down to pick it up, but didn't raise it again; he just held it in his hand.

"What are you waiting for? Charge!"

The last few people who still wanted to cause trouble were so anxious when they saw that no one responded. But when they rushed forward a couple of steps, they found that there was no one behind them, not even a single person following them.

Li Junhui raised the wooden stick in his hand again, his eyes filled with even more ferocity: "Get out of here now, and I'll pretend I didn't see anything. If you dare take another step forward, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The group at the front exchanged glances, looked at each other, and ultimately did not dare to rush forward. They then helped up their companions who were crying and wailing on the ground and left dejectedly.

Judging from the direction they were heading, it seemed they were going towards a supermarket owned by a Taiwanese businessman.

Seeing this, Li Junhui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He was also afraid that the group would rush forward without regard for anything else.

"Manager, you're so brave!" A young Annamese girl holding a watermelon knife praised with a smile.

“My sister is going to university.” Li Junhui leaned against the metal door and smiled bitterly.

Everyone else remained silent; in fact, everyone's situation was pretty much the same.

In their eyes, although Orange Technology is a foreign-funded enterprise, it genuinely treats them like human beings.

Meal allowances, transportation subsidies, and quarterly bonuses are plentiful, enough to support a large family.

House prices in Hanoi are not cheap, and they also want to buy their own house here.

And Orange Technology gave them just that hope.

at the same time.

Many factories and shops on the island were vandalized and burned, and some unlucky ones were even beaten.

Kuaipao and Yunsu's outlets also suffered some losses, but local employees quickly arrived, each armed, and stood guard at the entrance.

Most of the sites are intact.

Li Zhou and Zhang Yuzhe never expected that Annan's employees would actually step in and stop the troublemakers.

the other side.

The headquarters of the Orange Mobile phone factory was surrounded by protesters, who kept throwing bricks into the yard.

"Damn it! These disgusting monkeys!"

Wang Liangpeng, the business supervisor of Fengjun Security, held back for a long time, but finally rushed out in a rage, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and fired three shots into the air.

"Bang bang bang-!"

The deafening gunshots rang out, and many people were so frightened that they immediately lay down on the ground, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

It's important to know that Annam is a country where guns are strictly prohibited!

In an instant, a small group of people in the crowd realized: Orange Technology was a tough nut to crack, and they couldn't be messed with at all.

The moment the thought crossed their minds, they immediately considered backing out.

Wang Liangpeng gripped his gun and shouted over the wall, "Take another step forward, or throw a brick into the yard, and next time this gun won't just be fired into the air!"

Behind him stood eight security personnel from the Falcon, each holding a steel-tipped baton.

In the lobby on the first floor of the factory, hundreds of Chinese employees were crammed together, each holding a wrench and an iron bar, ready to provide support at any time.

The people lying on the ground looked at each other, none of them daring to stand up first.

The few who had been throwing bricks the most fiercely earlier now lowered their heads even further, not daring to breathe loudly.

Gunshots suddenly rang out in a gun-free country, and the deterrent effect was more powerful than anything else. Even the dumbest of them knew that the group in front of them really dared to take action, and they weren't just bluffing.

I don't know who started it, but they took off running, and the people behind them ran off like dominoes.

There's also a home appliance factory in Taiwan nearby, so there's no need to fight Orange Technology to the death.

After running a short distance, someone immediately took out their phone and reported that an employee of Orange Technology was illegally possessing a firearm.

"Manager Wang, do you still have guns?"

Zhang Yubao and Wang Yajun were also startled.

"It was just a prop gun from the film crew."

Wang Liangpeng made it up off the cuff.

Zhang Yubao didn't believe it at all. When he worked at ZTE, he was initially in the African market and later in Southeast Asia, so he was no stranger to guns.

The strong smell of gunpowder in the air and the copper shell casings on the ground were effects that a prop gun could not create.

But he didn't press the matter; sometimes it's wise to see through things but not say them.

The most important thing right now is to protect the factory. As long as everyone's safety is ensured, there's no need for Wang Liangpeng to take any particular methods seriously.

After all, if Wang Liangpeng and his group had guns, it would provide some protection for everyone's safety.

He had just seen a plea for help from the Wan Island Steel Plant in a business exchange group in Hanoi. The factory had been breached by protesters, resulting in one person being seriously injured, dozens of others slightly injured, and the office area being looted.

Zhang Yubao didn't want to follow in the other person's footsteps!

Wang Yajun loosened his grip on the hem of his clothes. When the gunshot rang out, he was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Now, looking at Wang Liangpeng's calm profile, he felt more at ease.

Tang Zhenzhe held a bottle of cola in his hand, appearing calm on the surface, but inside he was already panicking.

This night was definitely a sleepless one for the Chinese community in Annam. Many people recalled the tragic fate of the Chinese in Luzon back then, and many set up timed emails to inform their families of their final wishes.

"Brother, I might not make it back to Taiwan alive this time!"

"Damn it, these Annamese have gone mad!"

“I borrowed clothes from a few die-hard Annamese workers, mingled in the crowd, and hid in the homes of local workers.”

In previous years, Annam had introduced a series of preferential policies for foreign businesses, including tax exemptions and land rent waivers, which attracted a large number of businessmen from the island.

Businesses in Taiwan suffered the most in this wave of impact, with steel mills, home appliance manufacturers, condiment factories, and food processing plants almost all affected.

A Taiwanese businessman who runs an instant noodle business had 30 tons of flour that had just been delivered to his warehouse spilled on the ground, and his machines were smashed to pieces. He hid in a crevice in the warehouse and cried for half the night, repeatedly muttering, "More than ten years of hard work, all gone."

Those who reacted quickly rushed to the airport immediately, buying tickets and boarding wherever there were available flights, no matter where they were flying to.

The other group of people who were slower to escape either hid in factories or in hotels owned by Hong Kong and Taiwan businessmen, where there were security personnel, providing an extra layer of protection.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Having not slept all night, Zhang Yubao, Wang Yajun, Tang Zhenzhe, and others got into a car with local license plates and headed straight for the airport.

(End of this chapter)