People in the Republic of China era began to rise from industry.

Lin Yi's itinerary had to be changed at the last minute due to the tragedy at Fenghua Textile Equipment Factory.

That very night, they boarded a ship and returned to Shanghai.

He had originally planned to go to Longnan.

Besides wanting to see and verify the progress of this investment himself.

Yang Zihui also sent him a telegram, asking him to make a trip there.

They said they had already devised a grand battle plan to end the war in Longnan before the end of the year.

Taking advantage of the holiday, the troops rested briefly and then officially marched into the hinterland of the northwest after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Take Jinzhou City before spring arrives and flowers bloom.

The telegram didn't specify anything more, but it was something that Lin Yi found very interesting.

But now he has to go back to Shanghai.

Since it has been determined that the Japanese acted intentionally, it is impossible to follow the normal procedures and bring the murderer to justice.

As for what changes might occur, Lin Yi only has a few guesses at the moment, and he can't say for sure what the specifics will be.

But one thing is certain.

The murderer must be brought to justice.

This is not only about giving an account to the victims, but also about boosting morale and public spirit.

It's easy to imagine that everyone is now waiting to see how this matter will come to a close.

The murderer has been brought to justice, so there's nothing more to say.

The only thing to consider is how to retaliate afterwards.

If the murderer escapes punishment, not to mention what the workers at the equipment factory will think, the general public will likely be greatly disappointed in him.

He had barely uttered the words that he was irreconcilably opposed to the Japanese when he was slapped in the face by them, and he was left helpless.

How could he possibly have the nerve to let others work for him?

Therefore, we must achieve a result that satisfies everyone!

The world is full of troubles.

The small cargo ship sailed downstream, and four days later at noon, Lin Yi disembarked at Pier No. 3.

Jing Zhizhong was already waiting here.

The first thing they did upon meeting was deliver bad news.

"The Japanese legation intervened, insisting that Keisuke Ie suffered from some kind of intermittent mental illness."

"They also provided a lot of medical certificates."

"They said that according to current Western laws, they would not bear any responsibility."

As Jing Zhizhong spoke, he turned to look at the foreigner next to him and asked, "Is that what you mean?"

The foreigner's name is Frank Arthur, and he is a lawyer at Theo Law Firm.

Theo is currently in the United States, serving as the legal director of Feng Hua Investment.

Following Lin Yi's instructions across the ocean, I handled some matters.

Frank was then assigned to be stationed in Shanghai as Lin Yi's legal advisor.

In the treacherous concessions, a foreigner's face was often the best passport for getting around even the smallest matters.

Although Lin Yi hadn't used it much, he kept it for future use.

At this point, Frank said, "Sir, they are acting in accordance with the rules of Mlatan law."

"This comes from England and is specifically designed to protect people who commit crimes due to mental illness."

"According to this rule, when a suspect..."

"I understand. So the French Concession authorities have concluded that he was ill when he committed the crime?"

Lin Yi frowned slightly.

I never expected them to play such a shameless style.

It's amazing that the Japanese could come up with such a thing.

Frank shrugged: "That's how it is right now. The police have had a doctor examine the suspect, and based on the medical records provided by the Japanese, they've determined that the suspect was mentally unstable when he committed the crime."

"Under the Western legal system, he would not be held liable in such a situation."

“Sir, I suggest we ask the court to put him in a mental hospital. As long as he loses his freedom, it’s actually a form of punishment.”

Lin Yi ignored him and turned to Fan Zhongxu, asking, "Where is he now?"

"He's still being held at the police station. I heard the court will deliver its verdict no later than the day after tomorrow."

"Once the verdict is reached, even Chief Detective Tie might not be able to stop it."

"Ah."

Lin Yi chuckled.

No need to guess, all those high-sounding reasons are just for show.

Such an outcome can only be due to shady dealings.

In the French Concession, his influence was not as great as in the International Settlement.

Both sides' top officials have agreed that the court is just a mouthpiece.

"Gallic Rooster".

After cursing, Lin Yi started walking towards the company not far away...

Over the next day, Lin Yi visited several people, but unfortunately, most of them expressed that they could not help him.

Fei Xindun, the chairman of the International Settlement and an old friend, revealed some things to him.

The decision was made at a higher level, and the matter was no longer within the control of the French Concession Municipal Council.

All they can do is follow orders.

After a day and a half of this effort, nothing had been accomplished.

"Young master, since France is deliberately making things difficult for us, let's retaliate directly."

Seeing Lin Yi sitting on the sofa looking exhausted, Ah Sheng felt anxious.

"Make the police officers go off duty now, and then have them take to the streets to cause trouble."

"If things get chaotic, the Municipal Council will definitely be worried."

“Once they get anxious, things should be easier to handle.”

Lin Yi smiled listlessly: "Was the concession ever chaotic?"

"...Of course it was chaotic."

Ah Sheng paused for a moment before saying, "Back then, the student movement and the labor movement were in complete chaos."

"Wasn't the final chaos caused by the Green Gang?"

Lin Yi asked another question.

"Yes, the Green Gang members would beat anyone they saw on the street. It was around that time that the names of the three tycoons became truly famous."

At this point, Ah Sheng's expression was full of sighs.

The three tycoons have all faded into oblivion.

If we must use the term "tycoon" now, only the young master in the entire city of Shanghai deserves it.

No one could rival him.

Lin Yi guessed what he was thinking, shook his head and smiled: "That's what the authorities tacitly approve. Do you really think the garrison is just sitting around doing nothing?"

"Trying to force the French to compromise through such means is nothing short of a pipe dream."

"If the gang dares to brandish knives, they dare to use guns."

"Afterwards, the people will applaud and cheer."

As he spoke, Lin Yi stood up from the sofa: "To fight the authorities, you have to do it legally."

Ah Sheng was completely confused.

However, he quickly realized what was going on.

Lin Yi made several phone calls in a row—a strike.

The gang notified all shops to close for three days.

Threaten those who disobey beforehand, and teach them a lesson afterward.

A beating would do the trick.

As for the docks, sanitation teams, night soil collectors, and newsboys controlled by the gangs, they all went on strike.

The original plan was to have the fire department go on strike as well.

But after thinking about it, I decided against it.

It's possible to turn the French Concession into a dead concession, but it's best if no one dies there.

The stench was overwhelming, at most it would elicit some complaints.

If people really died because of the fire, then that's resentment.

A few phone calls were all it took to get things arranged.

Lin Yi rubbed his throbbing forehead, looked out the window and saw that it was already dark. He then instructed Ah Sheng, "Let's go home."

I'm really tired.

He'll get a good night's sleep tonight, and tomorrow he'll take care of something important!