Chapter 619: I will support your wife and daughter! You serve as dogs for others, have you ever thought about your compatriots?
"Brother Sen, I'm screwed this time! If I really die, remember to help me take care of my parents. Oh, and please delete the browser history on my computer. Remember to make a copy of the study materials in the D drive and burn it for me."
In the group chat 8302, Tang Zhenzhe was explaining his "afterlife".
"Don't worry, I will take care of your wife and daughter."
Chen Yansen lay on the sofa, rolled his eyes, and replied casually in the group.
He had actually received the news a long time ago, so he arranged for a group of staff from Fengxuan Security Company to rush to the Annan 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."
"666, Bobo, you're worried that Brother Zhe won't die, right?"
"Stop it. I just saw the news. Sun Huajun, the head of the Foreign Affairs Association, called the Annan boss. It's really chaotic over there. Brother Zhe, I'll clear your browsing history for you."
Zhu Xiaopeng, Meng Xibo and Song Yang followed suit and joked.
"You... are fucking beasts!" After reading the message, Tang Zhenzhe stood there in a daze.
"Okay, save your energy and we can talk about it tomorrow when we meet."
Chen Yansen replied.
He immediately chartered two planes and planned to transfer all Chinese employees in the Annan region back to China and wait until the situation here calmed down.
"Brother Sen, what do you mean?" Tang Zhenzhe didn't understand.
At this time, Zhang Yubao, the head of Orange Mobile's Annan region, sent a notice in the work group: "Tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock, the company will arrange two planes to take everyone back to China."
Only then did Tang Zhenzhe react!
Return to China?
He thought about it and sent a message to his girlfriend on Mimo: "Sorry, dear, I may have to be away for a while."
"Will you come back?" Ruan Shuiling was naturally aware of the situation outside. She was reluctant to leave Tang Zhenzhe, but she also knew in her heart that Annan was not safe for the Chinese at the moment.
"Definitely." Tang Zhenzhe answered with a firm tone.
The night outside the window is thick, like a ball of ink that cannot be dissolved.
A group of Annan people, who were furious, swept along the streets with wooden sticks and iron chains, and rushed into any shops that were still open to smash, loot and rob.
Before long, they set their sights on Orange Mobile's direct stores.
In the Annan region, Orange's market position is no less than that of Apple and Samsung.
In the first half of the year, a young man from Annan sold a kidney in order to buy a Yaocheng X2.
"Orange phones are also a brand that's sucking our blood! Smash the store and destroy all the phones!"
The young man at the front of the team was waving a steel rod and shouting righteous words, but he had another plan in mind: he had to rush in first and grab a few Yaocheng X2 Plus.
But as soon as he stepped onto the stairs, he saw seven locals in orange work clothes staring at him with unfriendly expressions.
"You serve the Chinese like dogs, have you ever thought about your compatriots?"
the young man shouted.
"You want to destroy my job? Let me tell you! If you dare to touch a brick in our store, I will smash your head."
Li Junhui said with a gloomy face and full of anger.
In just three hours, he and his colleagues fought off three waves of protesters and successfully defended the property of the direct-operated store.
He is a graduate of Hanoi University of Mechanical Engineering and speaks fluent Chinese.
Previously, he worked as an assistant store manager at Mobile World. When he heard that Orange Mobile was going to open a direct-operated store in Hanoi, he took the initiative to go for an interview and was eventually successfully hired. Now he is the store manager and earns 6,000 to 7,000 yuan a month.
This income may not seem like much at first glance, but it is more than double his previous salary at Mobile World.
In Annan in 2014, it was definitely a high income.
If these bastards smash up the store, they will probably lose their jobs.
So he temporarily gathered all the shop assistants and asked them to guard the door with wooden sticks and iron bars.
His attitude was very clear: It’s okay for you to smash other stores, but don’t mess with Orange Mobile.
"The Chinese are stealing our business and our girls, and you're still acting as their watchdogs? Pah!"
The young man who was causing the trouble cursed righteously.
"Get out!" Li Junhui glared at the other person fiercely.
"Charge! Smash the store! Get these Chinese out of Hanoi..."
With a "pop" sound!
Li Junhui swung the wooden stick in his hand and hit the opponent's chest.
"ah--!"
A shrill scream resounded through the night sky.
Before the leading young man could finish his words, he rolled on the ground holding his chest, making a continuous "slurping" sound while breathing.
pain!
It hurts so much!
Li Junhui raised his stick and shouted in Annamite: "Are you all fools? You drove all the Chinese away, and the bosses in Hanoi dared to pay you 500 or 800 yuan. Do you want to let our compatriots not even have food to eat?"
"Bullshit! Only by driving the Chinese out of Annan can our lives get better!"
Someone in the rioting crowd roared in rebuttal, swinging the chains in his hands loudly, and was about to rush forward.
Li Junhui did not retreat, but took a step forward, pointed his stick at the crowd, and said in a louder voice: "Getting better? Ask yourselves, is your income higher working for a local boss or a Chinese boss?
I want to buy a new TV for my family and send my sister to school. If anyone dares to mess with my job, I will smash their head in!"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, causing many people to pause.
There was a young man in the crowd wearing a torn T-shirt, and his grip on the wooden stick loosened.
He worked in a small factory nearby and earned only 1,200 yuan a month, making it difficult for him to even have enough food and clothing.
He really didn't understand why his life was like this when he was obviously working hard enough.
Someone told him that it was Europeans, Americans, Chinese and Koreans who stole the money that belonged to him.
But what Li Junhui said makes a lot of sense.
"Don't listen to his nonsense! The Chinese are just sucking our blood!"
Another troublemaker still wanted to incite others, but his voice clearly lacked the confidence it had before.
Li Junhui saw this and continued, "My neighbor who lives next door is a rider for Kuaipao. On rainy days when there are a lot of people, he can make two hundred yuan a day. If you rush in and smash the shop, you're destroying our jobs!"
"Does anyone want a new fan for their home? Does anyone want to buy more books for their younger siblings?"
Li Junhui took another half step forward, turned the wooden stick in his hand, and glanced at the people in the crowd who looked shaken.
"Don't be fooled by him! When the Chinese leave, local bosses will naturally take over, and we will still have jobs then!"
Some troublemakers are still holding on.
Li Junhui sneered and said, "A local boss took over? If the local boss could really pay you a few thousand yuan, would you still be messing around here?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd fell completely silent.
A few people looked at each other, quietly took two steps back, and dropped the tools in their hands.
Yes, if they don’t understand foreign-funded enterprises, don’t they understand local entrepreneurs?
Local bosses are notorious for being stingy in Hanoi.
In small factories, the boss would like to make the workers work fourteen hours a day, but the wages are kept very low.
The shop assistants in street shops don’t even get red envelopes during festivals, let alone salary increases.
In the crowd, the young man in the ripped T-shirt quietly took a third step back, and the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang". He bent down to pick it up, but did not raise it again, just held it in his hand.
"What are you still standing there for? Go!"
The last few people who still wanted to make trouble were so anxious that they jumped up and down when they saw no one responded. But when they rushed forward two steps, they found that there was no one behind them, and there was no one following them.
Li Junhui raised the stick in his hand again, his eyes filled with more hostility: "Get out of here immediately, I'll pretend I didn't see it. If you dare to take another step forward, don't blame me for being rude!"
The people at the front looked at each other, and finally did not dare to rush forward. They immediately helped up their companions who were crying on the ground and left angrily.
Judging from the direction they were heading, it seemed they were heading towards a supermarket run by a Bay Island businessman.
Seeing this, Li Junhui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He was also afraid that this group of people would rush forward without caring about anything.
"Manager, you are so brave!" A little girl from Annan holding a machete praised with a smile.
"My sister is going to college." Li Junhui leaned against the iron door and smiled bitterly.
Everyone else was silent, as everyone was in a similar situation.
In their eyes, although Orange Technology is a foreign-funded enterprise, it truly treats them as human beings.
The meal allowance, transportation allowance, and quarterly bonuses are generous, and these incomes are enough to support a whole family.
Housing prices in Hanoi are not cheap, and they also want to buy a house of their own here.
Orange Technology has given them just such hope.
at the same time.
A large number of factories and shops in Wandao were smashed and burned, and those who were less fortunate were even beaten.
The outlets of Kuaipao and Yunsu also suffered some losses, but local employees soon rushed over, each holding a weapon and consciously guarding the door.
Most of the site is intact.
Li Zhou and Zhang Yuzhe never expected that Annan’s employees really came up for something and forcibly stopped the troublemakers.
The other side.
The headquarters of the Orange mobile phone factory was surrounded by protesters, and people kept throwing bricks into the yard.
"Damn it! These disgusting monkeys!"
Wang Liangpeng, the business manager of Fengxuan Security, endured for a long time, but finally rushed out in a rage, took out a pistol from behind his waist, and fired three shots into the air.
“Bang, bang, bang—!”
Deafening gunshots rang out, and many people were so scared that they quickly lay on the ground, their legs shaking uncontrollably.
You know, Annan is a country where guns are banned!
For a moment, a small group of people in the crowd immediately reacted: Orange Technology is a tough nut to crack and cannot be cracked at all.
As soon as this thought came to their mind, they immediately decided to back out.
Wang Liangpeng, gun in hand, shouted across the wall, "If you dare take another step forward, or throw a brick into the yard, I won't fire into the air next time!"
Behind him stood eight Fengshun security personnel, each holding a steel-headed baton.
Hundreds of Chinese employees were crowded in the hall on the first floor of the factory, holding wrenches and iron bars in their hands, ready to provide support at any time.
The people lying on the ground looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up first.
The few people who had thrown bricks the most fiercely just now buried their heads even lower, not even daring to breathe loudly.
The sudden sound of gunfire in a country where guns are banned is more effective as a deterrent than anything else. No matter how dumb they are, they know that the group of people in front of them really dare to take action and are not just trying to scare them.
I don't know who took the lead, but they started running, and the people behind them ran away like dominoes.
There is also a home appliance factory in Wandao nearby, so there is no need to fight with Orange Technology.
After running for a distance, someone immediately took out his mobile phone and reported that an Orange Technology employee was illegally carrying a gun.
"Manager Wang, do you still have guns?"
Zhang Yubao and Wang Yajun were also shocked.
"It's just a prop gun for the crew."
Wang Liangpeng spoke nonsense.
Zhang Yubao didn't believe it at all. When he worked at ZTE, he was in the African market in the early stage and in Southeast Asia in the later stage. He was no stranger to guns.
The strong smell of gunpowder in the air and the copper bullet casings on the ground are not effects that can be produced by prop guns.
But he didn't ask any further questions. It is wise to see through some things without saying them out loud.
The most important thing at the moment is to guard the factory. As long as everyone is safe, he doesn't need to be too picky about what means Wang Liangpeng uses.
After all, if Wang Liangpeng and others had guns, everyone's safety would be guaranteed.
He had just seen a request for help from the Wandao Steel Plant in a Hanoi business chat group. The factory's defenses were breached by protesters, one person was seriously injured, dozens of people were slightly injured, and the office area's facilities were completely looted.
Zhang Yubao doesn't want to follow in the other party's footsteps!
Wang Yajun loosened his grip on the corner of his clothes. When the gunshot rang out just now, he was so scared that his heart almost jumped out. Now, looking at Wang Liangpeng's calm profile, he felt more at ease.
Tang Zhenzhe was holding a bottle of Coke in his hand. He looked calm on the surface, but he was actually very panicked inside.
This night was definitely a sleepless night for the Chinese in Annan. Many people remembered the tragic situation of the Chinese in Luzon back then. Many people set up scheduled emails to inform their families about their funeral arrangements.
"Brother, I might not be able to return to Bay Island alive this time!"
"Damn it, these Annan people are crazy!"
"I borrowed clothes from a few die-hard Annan workers, blended in with the crowd, and hid in the homes of local workers."
In the past few years, Annan has formulated a series of preferential policies for foreign businessmen, such as tax exemption and land rent exemption, which has attracted a large number of businessmen from the Gulf Islands.
In this wave of impact, merchants in the Gulf Islands suffered the greatest losses, and almost all steel companies, home appliance companies, seasoning and food factories were affected.
There was a boss from Taiwan who ran an instant noodle business. The 30 tons of flour that had just been delivered to the warehouse were all scattered on the ground, and the machines were smashed to pieces. He hid in the cracks of the warehouse and cried for half the night, repeating to himself, "More than ten years of hard work are all gone."
Those who react quickly rush to the airport as soon as possible. No matter where they are flying to, they will buy tickets if there are any and get on as soon as there are seats.
The other part of those who run slower either hide in factories or in Hong Kong and Bay Business Hotels. After all, there are security personnel there, which provides an extra line of defense.
The next morning, it was just dawn.
Zhang Yubao, Wang Yajun, Tang Zhenzhe and others, who had not slept all night, got into a car with local license plates and headed straight for the airport.
(End of this chapter)
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