The crazy guy from Hakoden, defeated the millions of gods!

So they switched sides one after another, and this was the case in Vietnam Province.

One day, the province declared an uprising and nominally belonged to the Dayan Soviet.

When the news reached countless ordinary people, it immediately caused cheers and they ran around to tell each other!

Now that Su Qingtian is here, they have hope!

They all came to the door of Zi Yan Silver Bank, the largest silver bank in the province, with expectant looks on their faces, rubbing their cracked and shriveled hands, and crying for food like babies.

Among these ordinary people, there are old men with hunched backs, trembling as they take out wrinkled savings certificates, with a faint flicker of hope in their eyes; there are thin-faced mothers holding babies, their eyes full of anxiety and expectation; and there are poor men with flames of anger burning in their eyes, holding hoes and sickles tightly in their hands, as if ready to fight against fate at any time.

An old farmer stood in the team, his face full of wrinkles like traces of time. He fumbled in his pocket for a long time and finally took out a deposit slip that he had carefully kept.

The deposit slip had turned yellow and had some damage on the corners, but he stroked it gently as if it were a treasure, and kept repeating, "This is the money for my son to get married... I hope I can get it back today."

The pale and skinny mother hugged her child tightly. The child cried loudly because of hunger. She patted the child's back anxiously, but her eyes were fixed on the door of the bank, muttering to herself: "As long as I can get this money back, my child will have porridge to eat."

The men in the team were a different sight, with anger flashing in their eyes and the tools in their hands looking particularly heavy. They paced back and forth, whispering to each other from time to time, with anger and dissatisfaction in their words.

A young man said angrily: "They say that when the Workers and Peasants Party comes, justice will come, but I don't believe it! These damn officials are all the same. If you don't pay me back today, I will smash this bank!"

Previously, in order to raise military funds, officials of the province had turned to these ordinary people.

They were wearing bright official uniforms, standing on a high platform at the entrance of the village, with warm and hypocritical smiles on their faces.

"Fellow villagers, thank you for your hard work! This time, the bank has launched a new deposit service. You can get 1% interest every month. This is a business that is sure to make money!"

Some people are aggressive and always talk about national justice.

"Think about it, if we deposit this money into the bank, we can not only get so much interest, but also raise military funds for our Vietnam Province and support our brothers on the front line! We can contribute to the prosperity of Da Yan! This is a win-win situation!"

Some villagers began to waver, whispering to each other, some nodded, some frowned, and looked doubtful, how could such a good thing happen in the world? If there was such a good thing, how could it be the turn of them?

"You don't believe it? Well, here is the deposit contract, written in black and white, very clear! With this contract, you don't have to worry about your money going down the drain." Hearing the doubts, an official took out a stack of contracts and distributed them to the villagers. His smile was still bright, but his eyes were slightly cold.

Seeing his expression, a burly constable walked forward with understanding. The smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a stern expression.

"If anyone is unwilling to cooperate, then I'm sorry, but we are doing this for everyone's good."

Behind him stood several soldiers holding spears with grim eyes.

The faces of those villagers who had originally questioned the situation changed instantly. They all lowered their heads and dared not say anything more.

Therefore, under the eloquence of these bureaucrats, their use of both rewards and punishments, or deception or coercion, a total of 400,000 ordinary people deposited their family savings in the Zi Yan Silver Bank.

And this money was naturally taken away by officials from the Zi Yan Silver Bank.

Obviously, the officials' previous deception of "getting a cent of interest every month" has become a piece of empty words, with no possibility of being fulfilled. The villagers anxiously waited for the interest to be paid, but never got that cent of interest.

And just like this, ordinary people can still comfort themselves that as long as they can withdraw the capital they saved before, that is their half-life savings!

However, when they came to the bank and wanted to withdraw their savings, they were met with all kinds of excuses.

He said that today was not a good day to do business and asked me to come back in a few days.

He said that the bank needed to be reorganized and would come back in a few days.

In the end, the common people even found that even the bank clerks were nowhere to be seen.

They came to the government office angrily, wanting to seek an explanation, but the official with a big belly just stroked his beard with an arrogant look on his face.

"Haha, I'm sorry. Your money was taken away by the boss of Zi Yan Silver Company. He has already fled to the West. We are tracking him down."

How can I bear to lose half my life savings?

Immediately a man rushed forward, but was held back by the constables around the official, who punched and kicked him until he was covered in blood and his life or death was unknown.

This violent scene frightened many angry people. Their anger was suppressed by fear, and they retreated timidly, not daring to take another step forward.

In the crowd, there were old people trembling with crutches, women hugging their children tightly, and young people clenching their fists, but they were hesitant to move and did not dare to step forward. They could only watch the officials smile with disdain and leave easily.

After that, 400,000 common people shouted in front of the banks every day, and some sought justice in front of the government. Some held banners, some knelt on the ground and cried, and some cursed angrily.

In the dead of night, some people began to sharpen their knives. Under the dim light, the cold and shining blades slid back and forth on the whetstones, making a harsh sound. In the end, they chose to die together with the constables.

However, these efforts seemed to be in vain and none of them got their savings back.

These bureaucrats are more greedy than jackals. How can they spit out what they have eaten?

The common people gradually became disappointed. They discussed with each other and prepared to unite to seek justice.

But unexpectedly, before that, the Workers and Peasants Party came and the province belonged to the Party!

These ordinary people have heard a lot of propaganda, such as that the Workers and Peasants Party is composed of ordinary people like them, and they are fighting against the corrupt Yan for tens of millions of ordinary people. They always stand on the side of the people and are the people's judges!

When the Workers and Peasants Party comes, the blue sky comes!

The common people believed that the Workers' and Peasants' Party would give them an explanation and allow them to get back their own savings.

So, the common people gathered at the door of the bank.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Body: Chapter 178 They are fake, they are painted skin ghosts!

At the gate of Ziyan Silver Bank, an old man was standing in the front row, leaning on a cane. His face was covered with wrinkles, and he held tightly in his hand an old deposit slip. “This is the hard-earned money I have saved in my life. I hope the Workers and Peasants Party can make the decision for us.”

Next to him, a middle-aged man was carrying a package, which contained his disabled wife and their newborn child. The man whispered to his wife, who had been crying all day, "Don't worry, the Workers and Peasants Party is here, and our lives will get better."

A young mother, holding a crying child in her arms, with a determined look in her eyes, said to her neighbor: "I believe that the Workers and Peasants Party will definitely bring justice to us."

They held up banners that read "Long Live the Workers' and Peasants' Party" and some of them had already gone to the "Workers' and Peasants' Party" offices. They believed that the Workers' and Peasants' Party would arrive soon and seek justice for them.

However, what they waited for was a large group of ferocious-looking yamen runners... and several people who were beaten to a bloody pulp.

Those were the few people who went to the seat of the "Workers and Peasants' Party" government. They were ordinary people like them.

"Why, why!!"

An old man pointed at them, his beard standing on end and shaking with anger.

"Isn't it said that Vietnam Province has already been a member of the Workers and Peasants Party?"

Unexpectedly, the group of yamen runners looked at each other and laughed.

"The Workers and Peasants Party, aren't we the Workers and Peasants Party?"

They lifted up their outer clothes, revealing the coats underneath with the words "Workers and Peasants' Party" written on them.

"No, it's impossible!"

A big man knelt on the ground with a look of despair on his face.

It turns out that the Workers and Peasants Party is actually in cahoots with the government officials!!

Ridiculous, he actually believed it!

There is no such thing as a great ruler for the common people!!

"Hahaha, hahahaha——" the laughter of the yamen runners was like the mockery of the devil, hurting the hearts of every ordinary citizen.

The old man was trembling, his beard quivering slightly in the wind, his eyes filled with grief and despair: "This world is really unjust!"

A woman held her child, tears streaming down her face. Her voice was hoarse: "Do ordinary people like us really have no way out?"

A young man clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness: "We can't just accept our fate! We must resist!"

However, more people just lowered their heads and shed tears silently. Their hopes were shattered, and the last bit of trust in their hearts was completely destroyed.

The yamen runners laughed even more wildly, as if they were enjoying the despair of the common people.

A bailiff stepped forward and looked at the kneeling man provocatively: "Resist? Are you lowly people qualified to do that?"

As they spoke, the group of yamen runners laughed and lifted up their outer clothes, revealing a uniform with the three words "Workers and Peasants' Party" written on it. Then they put on the armband of "Workers' Patrol Team Affiliated to the Workers and Peasants' Party" on their right arms.

"Guys, let them know the dignity of the Workers' and Peasants' Party!"

They had ferocious looks on their faces, and some people saw that those wearing the clothes of the "Workers and Peasants Party" were not only yamen runners, but also those hateful ruffians!

Many people looked despairing. It turned out that the Workers and Peasants Party and those officials were birds of a feather?

What should they do?

At this moment, several men with determined expressions rushed out from the crowd.

"They are not the Workers and Peasants Party! Don't be fooled by them!"

These men were wearing simple work clothes, their faces were covered with sweat and dust, but their eyes were firm, their movements were swift and determined, and they held high the sickle and hammer flags in their hands and waved them among the crowd.

"I have seen the real Workers and Peasants Party! They are fake! They are fake!!"

Their voices echoed like thunder in the chaotic crowd, trying to awaken the people who were still confused.

However, before they could finish their words, the yamen runners and thugs pounced on them like wolves.

The group of wolves, armed with iron rods and wooden clubs, quickly tied up the men's limbs and beat them severely.

The sound of fists and feet clashing echoed in the air, blood splattered on the ground, and the smell of blood quickly spread. The men's screams mixed with roars, shrill and tragic.

The people were angry and some young people rushed forward, but were overwhelmed by the thugs and beaten severely...

Not far away, a banner reading "Long Live the Workers' and Peasants' Party" was flying, the red flag of the Workers' and Peasants' Party was hung high, and there were portraits of Marx and Engels. It was as if we had returned to the not-too-distant past, to the moment when the Workers' and Peasants' Party raised the banner of uprising.

Countless people sang the March of the Workers and Peasants Party together, and in the far southeast, someone sang the Workers' Struggle Song for them. The singing was like an unyielding cry, filling the wind.

But they were unarmed and had no way out. They were surrounded by the "Workers and Peasants Party" runners and could only use their own voices to sing to fight against this bloody violence and oppression.

The loud singing angered these "Workers and Peasants Party" yamen runners and made their faces even more ferocious.

"What a joke! This world belongs to the Workers and Peasants Party, and it is even more so to us!!"

They were as terrifying as evil beasts, beating and twisting people one by one. A young man tried hard to grab a yamen runner to stop him from beating a disabled old man, but he was beaten to the ground by several yamen runners. After the old man fell to the ground, he was trampled and finally dragged away... In the end, after a sea of blood, they did not even let pregnant women go, causing a life to be stillborn...

In the distance, officials from the "Workers and Peasants' Party" of the province were laughing. Among them was the head of the Ziyan Silver Company who had fled to the West. They were drinking in the restaurant and playing finger-guessing games with their gangs. The aroma of wine filled the air, cups and plates were clinking, and the red table was covered with white silver coins...

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汉市

A personnel change surprised many people. Jiang Daoli was actually transferred back and joined the Supervisory Committee to serve as a supervisory committee member.

This can be said to be a promotion.

Wang Chunjiang was also surprised by this.

He had spent some time with Jiang Daoli in the Magic City and felt that he had a good relationship with him, so he chose to ask Jiang Daoli directly.

Jiang Daoli stroked his forehead and said in a tone of "I surrender to you", "Isn't it obvious? Secretary Mu believes that some of our Workers and Peasants Party members have become corrupt, just like Li Zicheng did in the past."

Considering that Wang Chunjiang was a die-hard Mu faction member, he explained it to Wang Chunjiang.

"Li Zicheng's uprising was based on the tyranny of the Ming Dynasty and the suffering of the people. He wanted to overthrow the Ming Dynasty because the people wanted it.

However, his sixteen-year uprising did not bring peace and happiness to the people, but instead led to the invasion of the Qing Dynasty. He was good at destroying the old world but could not build a new world that represented the interests of his class.

Faced with the temporary victory, Li Zicheng was dizzy and quickly corrupted from top to bottom. He suffered a series of political and military failures and was finally defeated at Jiugong Mountain. It was really a rise and fall. How could Secretary Mu, who was so bold and far-sighted, not attach great importance to this? "

"what?"

Wang Chunjiang said weakly, "It's not that serious."

“It’s that serious.”

Jiang Daoli said seriously.

"Secretary Mu asked me to return to the Central Committee so that I could be a sharp knife to cut off the rotten flesh of the Workers' and Peasants' Party."

He suddenly looked towards the north.

"Think about it, Secretary Mu even went so far as to borrow soldiers from General Panda. That's General Panda and his soldiers. How many people will they kill when they arrive?"

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three-Body Problem: Chapter 179: Never forget class struggle!

Wang Chunjiang still had doubts.

Jiang Daoli's answer was helpful, but it was still only one-sided.

What on earth is Secretary Mu thinking about? Is it really that simple?

What does Sister He Qing want to do now?

Brother Gaotu, why has he become silent again?

The complicated situation and everyone's different reactions made him feel very confused.