Chapter 182

Su Chunjun got the private accounts and did not immediately hand it over, but first transcribed a copy, and then hid the copy, and then copied two of the pages in the private accounts, and took these two pages to find Captain Zhang.

Captain Zhang recently dug out a lot of petty cash from Master Jin’s mouth, and his pockets have fattened up quite a bit.

When Su Chunjun came to his door, he was sleeping with two girls, and when he heard Su Chunjun coming, he washed his face with cold water and came out.

Su Chunjun was sitting in the living room, saw him out of the smell of alcohol, but also do not think, said with a smile: “Zhang big brother looks very happy, is that I came not coincidentally.”

Captain Zhang was originally apprehensive, but when he saw Su Chunjun’s half-accusation, he immediately came down frankly.

“Elder brother Su has come to the door, do you have any instructions?” He asked.

Su Chunjun handed over the two pages of private accounts and whispered, “This is from the mouth of the subordinate of the Golden Mansion, I don’t know if it’s true or not, Brother Zhang took it to test it out.”

Captain Zhang took it and looked at it, pointed and said, “The first number should be the date, the second number is the car number or boat number or dock berth, and the third number is the amount of money, right?”

The two pages were filled with rows and rows of three numbers, vaguely related.

Su Chunjun: “This is all just speculation, is it only Master Jin who knows. It could also be the bank account number, latitude and longitude.”

Captain Zhang stroked his chin, “Also right. It could also be a code word.” He stuffed the two pages into his breast pocket and said, “Leave it to me.”

On Sunday, the weather was getting hotter and hotter.

Professor Dai led a group of students to make ice with saltpeter in the chemistry lab, and the ice produced rescued the students and teachers in the scorching heat.

Zhang Ma and Shi Wuwei made hot herbal tea and urged everyone to drink it every day to protect themselves from the summer fever.

But Yang Yuyan, who was about to go into the red, was restricted from eating cold food and even drinking herbal tea, and she was so angry that she couldn’t take a bath three times a day.

Su Chunjun came at the right time!

Yang Yuyan was so happy to see her fiancé that she dragged him to go shopping in the department store and to eat ice cream in the restaurant.

Zhu Yanshu was wearing a newly made cotton cheongsam, and no longer had her hair permed, her slightly longer hair was in a flat bun at the back of her head with a hair net, and she was dressed up a bit unlike her.

She shook her fan and waved her hand at Su Chunjun, “It’s okay for you to take her out, she’s making a mess at home and it’s getting even hotter. But don’t allow her to eat ice, it’s not good if it spoils your body.”

Yang Yuyan in front of her fiancé is not good to talk about her daughter’s personal matters, and pleads with Zhu Yanshu: “Mom, this is still a week away! It’s still early.”

Zhu Yanshu: “Didn’t you have a stomachache last night?” She slanted her eyes and glared at her, “Eat indiscriminately and blindly, if you eat badly, give me some medicine!”

Yang Yuyan didn’t want to drink the medicine, so she dragged Su Chunjun out kicking and screaming.

Su Chunjun listened for a long time and understood, he remembers very clearly, before Yang Yuyan because of gluttony popsicles, to the time when the pain can not straighten the waist, for a full week without classes, every day is not lying on the bed, or nested in the sofa ouch. At that time, he was quite compassionate towards this little girl student who would die, and now that the little girl student has become a fiancée, it’s even more compassionate.

He thought about drawing her attention away and said, “Let’s go shopping at the department store first, buy you a new dress, and then go to the movies, okay?”

Yang Yuyan had been working hard for months at school for her idealism and had no time to have fun, she had to admire herself, now that she could have a good day out, of course she had to say yes.

“Okay.” She took Su Chunjun by the arm and said, “Just in time, I want to make another cotton skirt.”

The two of them got into the car, and she told Su Chunjun about the new movement that was recently popular in school called the cotton cloth movement.

What is called the cotton movement? It started with the cotton factories opened by Americans in China.

There are many factories in China now. In the beginning they were run by foreigners, but later the Chinese also opened factories.

But many of these workers are bonded laborers. That is, the slave owners of the factories bought them, made them work nonstop, and then didn’t pay them a penny.

Most of these workers were women and small children who had been abducted from somewhere or sold in by their parents. They work day and night, and in the dead of night, the factory machines don’t stop. The owner of the factory only had to give them a meager amount of food, and when they were sick they would not be cured, but were thrown out.

This was of course very miserable, but what could they, the students, do?

Yang Yuyan said, “Do you still remember our previous endeavor to teach people skills together so that they can find jobs?”

Su Chunjun: “I remember.”

Yang Yuyan sighed, “But the people we got don’t even want to learn skills, they only want to work in factories.”

Every day, the students tried to persuade people to come to study, stopping people on the street, calling on them in the slums, sending food and braes to come to the class, and completely pouring money into the class.

But the students who went there were disappointed in the end.

Because those poor people did not want to learn knowledge, did not want to learn to read, did not want to learn technology: they only wanted the students to introduce them to jobs, preferably to factories.

The students were resentful: the factories are exploiting you!

The poor are also resentful: the factories pay!

This is the gap between ideal and reality.

Yang Yuyan sighs.

She wiggles her fingers and says, “The most popular ones are textile factories, toothpaste factories, soap factories, milk powder factories and canning factories.”

All were factories run by foreigners.

It’s not like the factories run by nationals aren’t hiring.

But–

YANG YU-YAN: “Foreign factories pay more money.”

It’s a very black humor reality.

Most of the factories that use bonded labor are run by Chinese, all the merchants from the south of the Yangtze River, the big businessmen.

The factories run by foreigners have labor unions, and they pay by the piece or by the month, which is less, but they earn more.

The factories run by foreigners may not be located in China, and some of them need to take a boat to work in foreign countries, but they can send money back every month, and the postal ship can bring money and letters back to the workers’ families.

Some people did not want to leave their families at home, so they wanted to work in Chinese factories. Some wanted to make more money and were willing to sign contracts to work in foreign factories.

The students offered to do them a favor, so they said that if they wanted to help, they would introduce them to work in the factories.

But where do the students have the connections?

Even those who had their own industries at home would only use workers they knew well and would not just hire people from outside.

So the students came up with a curved approach to help the poor, that is, they help the factories to sell more goods by buying more goods. When the factories sell more goods, they definitely need to expand their production, and they need more workers!

As long as the factories open on Chinese soil, they will surely need to hire Chinese people to work, and then their goal of helping the poor will be realized!

Oh yeah! What a perfect chain of logic! Smooth and unproblematic!

When Yang Yuyan heard about this movement, she raised her hand in silence and joined it in silence.

So, what she did was – buy an extra cotton skirt.

Su Chunjun and the driver who was driving in front of her both puffed and laughed.

Yang Yuyan: “…… Stop laughing!”

Even if it’s ridiculous, you’re not allowed to laugh! Obviously they are serious!