14: Chapter 14 Cutting off the pig's tail! The Han people have stood up!
Elder Yan frowned and asked, "Why cut it off?"
Although he was also annoyed by the rope hanging behind his head, he really couldn't understand what cutting hair had to do with the future of the Chinese people.
"Because this pig tail is not our Han people's thing at all! It was forced upon us by the Qing court with a knife at our throats!"
Lin Tian raised his voice suddenly, "It has locked up our backbone and shamed our ancestors! Think of the strong Han and prosperous Tang dynasties of the past, when ten thousand nations came to pay tribute, and we beat foreign tribes until they were looking for their teeth on the ground. And now? We have all become low-class people wearing braids!"
Lin Tian scanned the audience coldly and shouted, "Uncles, how long do you intend to let this braid, which represents a spineless nature, remain in our hearts?"
One remark woke the dreamers.
All the incense masters realized it suddenly.
Lin Tian was absolutely right.
It is easy to cut the braid on the head, but difficult to remove the slave mentality in the heart!
If we don't even dare to cut our hair, how can we talk about resisting the foreign devils and reviving the prestige of the Han people?
Thinking of the glory of our ancestors, who has ever suffered this kind of humiliation!
Listening to Lin Tian's words, the iron-willed men in the room all had red eyes, and their hot blood surged to their heads.
"As soon as I return to New York, I will take the lead and chop off the braids of all my brothers!"
Chen Weixian, the leader of the New York branch, was the first to jump up.
This guy was burly, nicknamed Chen the Bold.
"Good! Chen the Bold is tough enough! The Los Angeles territory is under my control; whoever dares not cut it, I will whip him!"
Wang Chen, the incense master of Los Angeles, also followed suit. He had a face full of flesh and was nicknamed Fatty Wang.
Immediately after, the incense masters from various routes signed the military order one after another.
Seeing that everyone was so supportive, a stone in Lin Tian's heart finally fell to the ground.
Hongmen was originally the Tiandihui (Heaven and Earth Society) that opposed the Qing and restored the Ming; they had long found the Manchu-Qing attire unsightly, so cutting braids was not a difficult task.
What was difficult was the ordinary Chinese in the city.
People in these years were stubborn, thinking that their bodies and hair were given by their parents.
Cutting hair was more difficult than taking their lives.
After everyone closed the doors to discuss, there was no other way, so they had to send Hongmen brothers with knives to force the cutting house by house.
It was unfair to their compatriots, but it had to be done; long-term pain is worse than short-term pain!
After saying the first point, Lin Tian looked at the incense masters from various routes whispering in the room.
After a while, everyone nodded in agreement.
"Uncles, the next is the second point: One nation, one voice!"
"One nation, one voice!"
Everyone muttered in a low voice, their faces full of surprise.
Lin Shi, who was sitting in the main seat, also stared at his son, waiting for him to continue.
Lin Tian bowed first: "Uncles and elders, the next words might not be pleasant to hear, please forgive me."
He paused and continued: "I have always wondered, how did our Huaxia fall into this state today?"
"The enemy's ferocity and the speed of foreign guns are not the real reasons! Our ancestors have encountered fiercer enemies and were still able to win!"
"What really caused us to suffer a great loss is that everyone is like loose sand, and we cannot twist into a rope at all..."
Lin Tian explained the words clearly.
Chinese people always like to sweep the snow in front of their own doors.
As long as they live better than their neighbors, they don't care about the life or death of others outside. Then there is infighting!
If it really develops according to the current situation, in another ten years or so, in order to grab territory, plus the foreign devils provoking behind the scenes and using Chinese to control Chinese, the major halls will definitely fight until rivers of blood flow.
Once the anti-Chinese decree is issued, the lives of compatriots will surely worsen.
After listening to these truths, the big bosses in the room were all silent.
They were all practitioners, with short-sightedness, and had never thought about such deep things.
Today, after being pointed out by Lin Tian, they were enlightened instantly.
Elder Yan also understood, not to mention the Chinese in the whole Americas, just Hongmen itself, the halls were fighting their own battles and tripping each other up all day long.
"Little Tian, how do you specifically want us to do it? We will listen to you!" Elder Yan made the final decision.
Lin Tian looked around, and seeing that no one objected, he said in a deep voice: "Let all Chinese in the USA join the Zhigong Hall!"
As soon as these words came out, even Lin Shi and Elder Yan were startled.
At present, there are at least 300,000 Chinese in various parts of the country.
These people are scattered in various places and are not under control at all.
Hongmen was originally voluntary to join.
They come if they think it's good, and don't if they think it's not. Now Hongmen has only tens of thousands of people, not even one-tenth.
Taking a step back, even if all 300,000 people joined, how to manage them? Would it provoke the foreign government to take deadly action?
Facing everyone's concerns, Lin Tian didn't take it seriously at all: "This depends on the cooperation of you elders. In the past, we only provided some food and tools, so we definitely couldn't keep people. From today on, the Zhigong Hall must become the strongest backing for all compatriots!"
"How to be strong?" Elder Yan asked.
Lin Tian smiled: "No matter what difficulties you encounter, if you have no food, look for Hongmen! If you are bullied by white people, look for Hongmen! If you are cheated in business, look for Hongmen! As long as it can be done, we will use money and people to help to the end!"
Lin Tian became more and more energetic as he spoke: "If we really do this, are we worried that no one will come to join? One nation, one voice, all under the command of Hongmen. If we really twist 300,000 people together, even the foreign devils will have to take a detour when they see us!"
"Next is the third point, I call it the 'Trident Plan'. The sharpest tip in the middle of the trident is our Hongmen. The thorns on the left and right are me and my dad!" Lin Tian explained.
"Son, tell me more." Lin Shi crossed his hands, becoming interested.
"Dad, after you take over the position of the leader, you only need to do three things."
"Which three things?"
"Help people, help people, and help people!" Lin Tian looked at Lin Shi with a mischievous smile on his face.
Lin Shi was confused: "Isn't this just one thing? It's all helping people!"
"No, these are definitely three different things." Lin Tian deliberately kept him in suspense.
Lin Shi immediately put on a straight face and scolded angrily: "Don't keep me in suspense, hurry up and explain!"
It's not a good thing that his son's brain turns too fast, making him, the father, look like a fool, which is really embarrassing.
Lin Tian put away his smile and said seriously: "They are all helping people, but the objects of help are different. The first object is our own compatriots. You must be like a real father; as long as they encounter difficulties, and as long as the request is not excessive, you will help with all your strength."
"What about the second object?" Lin Shi asked.
"Help white labor unions in trouble and advance and retreat with them. Never let the Chinese stand out to block bullets!"
The people present frowned.
Lin Tian had to explain patiently.
When the Chinese first arrived, they worked hard, took less money, and never caused trouble, so capitalists loved to use them.
But this also offended the white workers at the bottom.
For example, Spanish workers wanted to strike for higher wages.
They asked the Chinese to join, but the Chinese not only refused but also went to work as usual.
The capitalist said directly: We only use Chinese, you can strike if you want, don't even think about getting a penny.
People's families were all waiting to eat, and their jobs were ruined by the Chinese, so how could they not hate them?
So we must stand with the poor white brothers; if there is a strike, we strike together, and if we want more money, we want more money together.
Lin Tian finished in one breath, and then said the last point: "The third object to help is the politicians and businessmen who are in trouble."
"Big bosses also have times when they are unlucky. If you give them a sip of water when they are about to die, we can get thousands of times the return in the future!"
...
An hour later, the father and son walked out of the headquarters gate.
This trip was a huge gain.
The old leader was seriously ill, and Lin Shi's succession was a done deal.
The incense masters were stunned by Lin Tian's combo and were convinced.
No one wanted to go against this little monster who had more tricks than a sieve.
Deep in strategy, killing without blood.
On the carriage back, Lin Shi stared at his son for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak:
"Who did you learn these tricks from just now?"
Lin Tian certainly couldn't say that he copied the plot from the movie "The Godfather" from later generations.
He just wanted to build his father into a Vito Corleone-style mafia godfather.
What the Sicilians can do, the Chinese can do too!