The end of the road to the river.
The wide street ends abruptly and connects to a winding promenade along the river.
A piece of neglected green space is separated between the trail and the river bank. Firecracker willows are planted every few meters, with scattered hanging branches connected together.
At nine o'clock in the morning, three to four hundred people had gathered here, and the number was still increasing visibly.
Although there were many people present, it did not seem noisy.
These are all habits developed by listening to lectures in the pub for a long time.
They were either sitting on the shoulder of the street, or gathering in groups on the grass, and some were leaning on willow trees, playing with the hanging branches...
They were waiting for the appointed time and for the recognized leader.
At nine forty, Varina arrived with his three intended successors.
By this time, the number of people gathered had exceeded eight hundred.
There were so many people that they almost filled up the open space at the end of the road to the river.
The crowd spontaneously parted a path, allowing Varina and the other four to walk directly into the "high platform" built with several square stools in the middle.
After taking the stage, Varina said only a few words.
"Friends, all the matters that need to be discussed were discussed last night, so I won't repeat them again."
"Everyone go over together and overwhelm them with your momentum, and we will win!"
"Remember our slogan, 'The dock area is also a dock area for workers, and workers also have the right to participate in management.'"
"Set off!"
In the loud echo, Varina got off the "high platform".
Behind him, Makarov grabbed Mark's and Burton's left and right hands respectively, raised them high, and shouted slogans to follow.
“The Docklands are also the Docklands for workers!”
“Workers also have the right to participate in business management!”
…
In the middle section of Tonghe Road, outside an ordinary two-story street-facing house.
The members of the Dead Eel Gang and the Gray Rat Gang lined up on both sides of the house, faintly confronting each other but cooperating with each other, guarding the door of the house.
A total of more than a dozen people from the two gangs entered the house through the two layers of guards inside and outside.
Negotiations and compromises have been completed in previous private communications. If nothing else, this meeting is just a formality for implementation and announcement.
It is expected to start at ten o'clock and end at half past ten.
There was still a quarter of an hour until ten o'clock, so they could rest for a while after entering the house. At the same time, this is also the last window of time for observation and tension between them.
Outside the house, there were more than a hundred gangs on each side, all of whom were selected and excluded members who were deeply hostile.
Under the constraints of the middle-level gang, the two parties get along fairly harmoniously.
More than ten minutes later, they heard shouts in the distance.
Soon, the shouts gradually became distinguishable from far away to near.
“The Docklands belong to the workers!”
Varinati's slogan was too complicated, and within a few rounds, the crowd spontaneously simplified it.
People with excellent hearing were the first to distinguish it, but they looked stunned and suspected that they had heard it wrong.
Soon, most people figured it out.
They exchanged glances with shock and disbelief.
"Again?!"
"Are these workers possessed?"
The members of the Dead Eel Gang who had gone through the last wage-demanding movement were even more confused, angry and scared.
In the house, the two senior groups who heard the commotion also looked at each other in confusion.
Campbell, the current boss of the Dead Eel Gang, is a handsome brown-haired man who looks to be in his thirties, but has a somewhat cold temperament.
He sat on the sofa without getting up, but glanced at the deputy Haz beside him.
Haz quickly stood up and walked to the window with the leader of the Squirrel Gang.
From the window, they saw a large crowd shouting slogans approaching. The number was twice as large as the two groups downstairs combined, and the momentum was impressive.
“The Docklands belong to the workers!”
There was another slogan, Haz's face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Damn, it's them again!"
Although he didn't explain it, everyone in the living room already understood the general situation from this sentence.
After all, the last wage-demanding incident had a relatively big impact on them.
"What should I do?" someone asked.
…
The crowd stopped on the street outside the house, confronting gang members across the street.
Because Tonghe Road is relatively remote, there were not many passers-by watching this time, and more residents hid in their homes to watch.
The middle-level leaders of the two gangs stepped forward to speak, and their tone was quite polite.
The person who spoke happened to be an acquaintance of Varina's, the former deputy of the Dead Eel Gang boss Kent, the red-haired Kirk.
"Mr. Lexa, right? I have offended many people in the past, and it was my fault."
He started with an apology and then said:
"The dock union and the Hebang Ferry Company are having talks here. I don't know that you, sir, are going to take people passing by. I will ask the brothers to get out of the way and let you pass."
Kirk said what he said, and the other leader was happy and relaxed, nodding beside him.
With the situation at hand, Wariner was too lazy to play these language games with them, and he didn't care that Kirk seemed to doubt his identity.
He said bluntly:
"We are not passing by, our target is in this house!"
This... Kirk and the other person looked at each other, their faces full of bitterness, not knowing how to reply.
Varina asked loudly: "Let me ask you, what are you talking about in this so-called meeting?"
"Uh... business cooperation in the dock area?"
Kirk replied bravely, and at the same time stretched out his hand to hold the corner of his accomplice's clothes, suggesting that he go to the house and invite the superiors to come over.
However, the accomplice remained motionless.
"That's right!"
Varina turned a blind eye to their little moves and raised his voice to ask again:
"Can the business cooperation in the dock area be without us workers?"
This... Kirk was under the weight of Varina's gaze and the gaze of the crowd, and felt a lot of pressure.
He raised his hand and wiped it on his forehead, and said quietly:
"Well, this...should be...indispensable."
At this time, Kirk had already pinched the thigh meat of his accomplice, but the other party remained motionless.
Kirk regretted his act of taking the initiative to apologize, very regretful.
He held himself up.
"That's right!"
Varina gave another shout of approval, startling Kirk.
"Since workers are indispensable, isn't it reasonable for us to come to the talks as well?"
Varina raised his voice a notch higher and shouted:
"Why don't you get out of the way?!"
As this shout came to an end, the crowd suddenly erupted in uniform echoes.
"Step aside!"
Without looking back, Varina knew that this must be Makarov's cooperation.
Kirk was in a dilemma and his head was empty.
Such a scene was far beyond what he could handle, and sweat dripped from his head layer by layer.
"Let them in, five people."
A slightly frivolous and cold voice came from the window on the second floor.
For Kirk, there is no more beautiful sound than this, this is the gospel of liberation!
His legs stopped shaking immediately, and the smile on his face became less forced.
Varina looked at the window, and with his super eyesight, he could clearly see the person who spoke.
He was a handsome man with a somewhat cold temperament, brown hair, and a high nose. He looked about thirty years old.
"Lord Lexa, that is our boss."
"You heard it too, you can bring 4 people up, and I will show you the way."
