Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 640: The Blood and Tears of a Laborer

Jardine Matheson Wharf.

This is a wharf located in the British Concession. It was originally built by Jardine Matheson to facilitate the docking and loading and unloading of its own cargo ships. Later, after continuous construction, it has become an important wharf that is no less important than the Zizhulin Wharf.

Because they had not yet completely torn their relations with the Japanese, British and American businessmen still had relatively frequent business activities in Tianjin. From cars to cigarettes and kerosene, all kinds of goods were unloaded here and then sold everywhere.

Walk up the bluestone steps and you will reach a bluestone road after several hundred meters. At the end of the road are various horse-drawn carriages, donkey carts, and trucks, but they are relatively rare.

At the end of the road, there is a table surrounded by a windproof tent.

Three or five people were sitting inside. It was a very cold day, and they were all wearing black cotton-padded jackets, but they had their shirts open, revealing their pubic hair.

There was a pot on the table. The charcoal was burning and white steam was coming out of the pot. The steam would occasionally lift up the lid, making a muffled sound.

A dark-faced pockmarked man rubbed his hands and lifted the lid of the pot, and a fragrant aroma immediately wafted.

"Hey! What the hell is this? It's really good. I'll find a place to catch one to eat tomorrow."

Someone nearby immediately laughed and said, "Second brother, everyone says this fragrant meat is very nutritious, but you can't eat it often, otherwise you won't be able to sleep every night!"

"Hahaha! What kind of person is the second brother? If he can't sleep, he will naturally go to the brothel. If one person doesn't work, then two people will do it. If two people don't work, then four people will do it. No matter what, he will be able to sleep!"

The black-faced pockmarked man was originally called Zhang Er. He was a down-and-out thug who didn't even dare to fight. He could only follow others in group fights and had no food to eat.

But it was time for this Zhang Ermaizi to have a change of luck. He looked disgusting, but his sister was quite pretty. Somehow he was noticed by the young master of the Cao family, who was from the "Cao Gang" entrenched at the Jardine Matheson Wharf. The young master didn't even take her in as his wife, but just kept her by his side to serve him.

But even so, this pockmarked man was able to transform himself into "Er Ye". Because he could read a few words, he was arranged to be in charge of accounts at the dock.

The so-called accounting does not require writing or calculating. It just requires issuing chips. When the workers come to collect their money with the chips, you just give them the money according to the amount of money each chip is worth.

The final bill will naturally be calculated by a professional accountant.

In Zhang Ermaizi's opinion, this job was extremely comfortable!

The first level of comfort is the huge benefits. Not to mention the salary given to him by the gang, just the deductions from the workers are enough to keep him from eating and drinking.

The second level of comfort is that there are people flattering him. In the past, Zhang Ermaizi was a stinky gangster who was hated by everyone, but now he has made a fortune and has a few more friends around him, just like the gangsters sitting in the shed now. Most of them looked down on Zhang Ermaizi in the past, but now they are surrounding him to flatter him. Zhang Ermaizi feels that having these people around him makes him seem to have some status, so he takes them out to eat and drink all day long.

The third level of comfort is that Zhang Ermaizi feels that he is a superior person!

Ever since he came to this place to manage the accounts, he added a new rule: workers carrying heavy bags must bow first when passing by to receive the chips.

You have to know that the workers are carrying goods on their shoulders, one or two hundred kilograms of things, and they have to hold them up with one breath. In the past, when they received the chips, they would just take them and walk away, and quickly go to the front to unload the goods onto the truck, but now they even have to bow!

Isn't this abusing people?

But Zhang Ermaizi said, you think I'm mistreating you, but I think you don't know the rules. If you are willing to do it, do it. If you don't want to do it, get out. There are plenty of people willing to do this job!

Not to mention Tianjin, there are many people in the whole North China who can’t get enough food!

The fact that you can still carry such a heavy load here is all because of my grace. Is it an injustice to you if I ask you to bow?

The fragrant meat pot was bubbling, and naturally someone poured wine for Zhang Ermaizi. He took out chopsticks, rubbed along his armpits, and impatiently picked up a piece. He grinned and took a bite, his facial features distorted by the fragrance.

At this time, a big man came over carrying a big bag.

This man is a burly guy, over 1.80 meters tall. Compared with ordinary people, he is considered strong. It is rare for him to have such a physique in this day and age.

When he arrived in front of the tent, the big man gritted his teeth, bowed, and then stretched out his hand.

But Zhang Ermaizi was only busy drinking and eating meat, and didn't even look at him.

A few idle guys nearby were laughing.

The big guy gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice: "Second Master, please give me a chip."

Zhang Ermaizi's hands were all greasy. He gnawed on the bone, smacked his lips, threw the remaining bone on the ground, and took a sip of wine. "Hey, isn't this Ma Da Ge? Have you forgotten that we are neighbors? What did you say about me before? Oh, not doing your job properly? I guess you call me doing your job properly! What did you call me just now?"

Ma Da lowered his head, feeling his nose sore and his eyes dizzy, and whispered, "Second Master."

His family is actually a neighbor of Zhang Ermaizi. Although they are a small family, they have always been honest and hardworking. Ma Dage has been strong and eatable since he was a child. His father has been worried about this a lot. Fortunately, there are only two of them in their family, and they both go out to work, so they can barely take care of themselves.

Zhang Ermaizi had stolen things from his house before and was caught by him. He neither beat nor scolded him, but just kindly advised him to stop being idle and find a good job to make a living.

I never thought that this grandson would hold a grudge against me!

Zhang Ermaizi laughed out loud, "Hey, big guy Ma, can you take care of your food while carrying such a big bag? I heard that your father died of an acute illness a few years ago. Look, look, how can you say that? But your father died a good death! It's better to eat for one person than for two, right? All right, get out of here, carry more bags so that you can buy some mixed flour steamed bread to eat!"

As he said this, he threw a bamboo chip to the ground.

This is a sheer waste of human resources.

How can I bend down to pick up a big bag when I'm carrying it?

The big man stood still.

The tip of his nose no longer felt sore, and his eyes no longer felt dizzy; instead, they slowly began to turn red.

I work hard and honestly, why should I be bullied like this!

Why!

Zhang Ermaizi looked at him and said, "Hey! Big Ma, what's the matter? You still want to mess with me, your second master? Let me tell you, if we weren't old neighbors, I would have asked you to leave long ago! And you're still carrying heavy bags. Even if you kneel down and work like a dog for others, no one will want you!"

"You're just like your damn father, talking about morality all day long, but it's fucking useless! You can't even get enough food to eat!"

Hearing this, Ma Dagu couldn't bear it any longer. He wanted to hit him with the package on his shoulder, but then he thought, these were the owner's things.

So he put the package down, stretched out his hands, and overturned the table!

The boiling water from the pot immediately spilled all over the floor, with a lot of it spilling onto Zhang Ermaizi, scalding him so hard that he cried out in pain!

Zhang Ermazi yelled angrily, "Get your weapons! If you kill me, I'll take your responsibility!"

At the dock, many workers looked over here with sad looks on their faces.

Some hesitated whether to try to persuade them, while others just buried their heads in carrying things, step by step, walking with difficulty and concentration.

Some people even sighed.

When will this world end?

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ps. The joint of my right index finger hurts so much that I can only use my middle finger to tap it little by little. Haha. Please support me!