Your Talent Is Good; It’s Now Mine Chapter 232: The sound of cars in summer in Xuanzhu County (Part 2)

Qi Bajiu held his nephew and niece and waited for the Jing family's car and armed guards to cross the street before taking them across the street and into the tree-lined path.

"Second uncle, I want to eat small skewers!"

"Second uncle, I want to buy a windmill!"

"Second uncle, I want to eat dragon beard candy!"

"Second uncle, I want to eat too!"

Qi Bajiu said cheerfully: "Buy, buy, buy everything!"

He is now the director of Tingjia Grace Lock Factory. Although the first month's profit dividend has not yet been distributed, it may not be much, but his previous salary arrears have been fully settled, and the money bag is bulging, big brother His sister-in-law advised him to save some money, and he might be able to build a house in a few months.

Today is the inaugural meeting of the trade union, and Qi Bajiu doesn't know what it is for, but the supervisors of each factory have to go, and so can the workers. There is free sour plum soup on site. Today, the factory in the county is off for half a day.

Hey! There is free sour plum soup to drink! Who won't go!

It's not just the workers who go, they bring their families too. Qi Bajiu's eldest brother and sister-in-law run a ghost stall. He doesn't have time to take care of the children during the day, so he entrusts them to the neighbors next to him. Today, Qi Bajiu is free, and he loves these two little ghosts very much, so he takes them with him. to meet the world.

The meeting place was an old factory in the outer city. There was a lot of space inside. When Qi Bajiu arrived, he saw that it was full of people. Everyone gathered in groups of three or five to chat in small circles. There were men and women. There are old and young, and many young workers also brought their children over, and the cries of children filled the entire space, making noise everywhere.

Qi Bajiu brought two little ghosts to the co-workers. The children brought by the co-workers were playing rock-paper-scissors. . The two little ghosts saw that they were guessing their fists and joined them to play together.

"Brother Qi, where did this meeting come from?"

"I don't know either!"

"When will there be sour plum soup? I brought all the bowls here."

"But brother Qi, aren't you in charge? You don't know?"

"Anyone who is not in charge, will I still sit with those big men? Those with golden keys, how can they take care of my muddy legs, I just bring those two little devils to drink sour plum soup. Hello, Brother Liu, are you reading "Youth Daily"? Give me one."

"Brother Qi, are you literate too?"

"Hey, I was very serious when I listened to Meng Xue!" Qi Bajiu took over the newspaper and said, "And what the newspaper said was very straightforward and reasonable. I could understand it even if I didn't go to school seriously." /

While there was a lot of noise in the old factory, a middle-aged man walked up to a makeshift podium, covered his mouth with his hands, and coughed twice!

Ahem!

The loud voice overwhelmed all the noise, echoing in the factory, and everyone stopped making a sound in an instant, staring blankly at the middle-aged man on the podium.

Among the many tactics, the Aiki tactics, which are good at using sound, are undoubtedly the most suitable tactics for hosting. Without any equipment support, just one Aiki warrior is enough to control the big scene of hundreds of people.

"Hello everyone, there may be many friends who know me, my name is Haisong, and acquaintances like to call me Lao Hai. Lao Hai is trusted by the Jing family, and everyone is willing to give me a face, so I will preside over the trade union first. A meeting."

"Uncle Hai!"

"Our Uncle Xinhai!"

"What the **** is Uncle Hai doing at this meeting?"

Qi Bajiu also recognized Uncle Hai, and couldn't help but relax a lot.

Uncle Hai still said it lightly. How could he have face? Most of the people sitting here respect him.

Uncle Hai was originally just the owner of a small noodle shop, but the noodles he sells are very cheap. Although the taste is bad, they are very filling. When the workers are so poor that they have no money, they will go to his house to eat noodles to support them. Everyone also knows that Uncle Hai's selling this price is bound to be unprofitable, or even at a loss, so unless he is really poor, he will not take the initiative to take advantage of it.

In addition, Uncle Hai has a wide network of contacts, such as offending gangsters, or being deceived by usury. As long as it is particularly serious, Uncle Hai can help solve it once.

Moreover, Uncle Hai also knows how to fight in interior scenes. Small pains and injuries are almost common among workers. If they are seriously injured, they can go to Uncle Hai for help, at least it can be relieved.

Uncle Hai has been running a noodle shop in Xuanzhu County for more than ten years. He has worked in many factories, and almost all the workers have accepted his love. If you say on the street that Uncle Hai's noodles are not delicious, everyone will agree, but if you say Uncle Hai's people are not good, then you don't want to go out of this street.

Uncle Hai raised his hand and pressed it lightly, and the venue suddenly became quiet.

"Fair, fair." He looked around for a week: "It's still fair."

"The purpose of the union is to be fair."

Fair?

Everyone is a little dazed.

Uncle Hai asked: "Do you know how the Silver Blood Club was established in the first place?"

The venue suddenly became noisy. Some people said it was to make money, some people said it was to bribe the county governor, and some people said that Silver Blood will exist from the beginning?

Uncle Hai pressed his hand, and the venue was quiet again: "The Silver Blood Club was actually a group of businessmen at the beginning. It was established in order not to be bullied. You don't know that in the past, Dongyang businessmen were very miserable, not only were they bullied by officials, but also If you go out to do business, you will be bullied by people outside."

"They felt that this would not work. They wanted to be fair and not to be bullied, so they joined forces and formed the Silver Blood Club."

"And the trade union, which is our workers' union, aims to prevent us from being bullied by officials and factory owners."

Uncle Hai looked at everyone's eyes: "So we should unite, hold a group together, and fight against those forces stronger than us."

"Why are we being bullied? Because the enemy is very powerful, they are powerful, and we are often weak. But if, if we workers are all united, and there are countless workers standing behind us, then Do they still dare to bully us? Do they still dare to deduct our wages, insult our dignity, and even beat us to death?”

"We wake up early and late all the year round, but we are still very poor, we don't have enough to eat, don't wear warm clothes, and don't sleep well, but it's obviously the goods we produce, the fruits of our labor, and most of them are taken by the factory owners. Let's go, the factory owner obviously gave us a little bit, and we should be grateful."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"We just accept employment, the factory owner pays, we contribute, we are equal in personality, but they wantonly bully us, don't treat us as human beings, and we can only swallow our voices in order to make a living."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"Xuanzhu County is obviously built by us, but we can only stay in the dirtiest and most remote corners; the goods are produced by us, but the things we produce ourselves cannot be used; Heyang Army And the county governor should protect us, but they follow and oppress us."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"This world shouldn't be like this." Uncle Hai looked at the silent venue and said loudly, "So we must unite to defend our rights, defend our dignity, and defend our achievements!"

"We cannot let the next generation repeat our lives."

"We workers should also have a bright future."

Uncle Hai suddenly opened his arms: "Tell me, if you are asked to make demands on the factory, what demands do you want to make?"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. After a long time, someone suddenly said what everyone said: "Give me more money!"

Uncle Hai applauded: "Yes, the factory owner should give more money, what else?"

"Don't go to work at night."

"Pay full salary, don't deduct money!"

"Don't bully people!"

Everyone uttered their demands one after another, and all of a sudden they became a mess, and even a few children were shouting 'I want to eat skewers'.

Uncle Hai applauded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes, I agree with everyone's ideas. Lao Hai refined everyone's ideas and prepared four basic requirements-"

"First, you cannot deduct wages at will."

"Second, we must ensure that the working environment does not harm our bodies."

"Third, work eight hours a day. If you want to work longer hours, you need to pay extra."

"Fourth, don't bully and violate workers, especially female workers."

Uncle Hai paused: "Do you think the four requirements I have prepared are reasonable or excessive?"

"Reasonable, but not excessive!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Uncle Hai: "Tomorrow, I will meet the president of the Silver Blood Association with other workers' supervisors on behalf of all the workers to discuss the implementation of these four requirements. If the other party does not agree, then we will hold a protest strike to let Silver Blood will face our status!"

Qi Bajiu panicked immediately—it's okay if you let him talk, but if you really want to negotiate with the Silver Blood Society, he's instantly cowardly.

Just when Qi Bajiu made up his mind to shrink the turtle, someone on the other side suddenly stood up: "Uncle Hai, I will go with you and fight for our due rights!"

"Uncle Hai, so do I!"

"Uncle Hai, I will also contribute to the union!"

Suddenly someone sang loudly: "There has never been a savior, nor a fairy emperor!"

Qi Bajiu was stunned for a moment, recalling the song he had just read in the newspaper, and couldn't help but sing: "To create the happiness of mankind, it is all up to us!"

He looked at his nephew and niece who were playing next to him, and at his rough hands full of calluses. With a ruthless heart, he gritted his teeth and stood up: "I'll go with Bajiu too!"

"My grandson is also going!"

"And me!"

Seeing one worker representative stand up, Uncle Hai heaved a sigh of relief.

If it wasn't for a few White Night Walkers, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy. Xuanzhu people have been brainwashed by money worship and mercenary ideas for too long, and it really needs a lot of foreshadowing to motivate workers.

But this is only temporary, because the union will usher in its first 'big victory' tomorrow - the president of the Silver Blood Society will agree to these four demands, and all workers will benefit from the union, let them understand that power is can be fought for.

By that time, the union would be on the right track. Workers' Guards, Workers' Political Representatives... There is much, much more to do.

But Uncle Hai was full of expectations.

Jing Zhengwei has helped them here. If they can't figure it out later, they might as well go home and farm.

Uncle Hai beckoned, and several large pots of sour plum soup were brought into the venue. He said loudly, "Everyone first drink some sour plum soup to relieve the heat. By the way, have you seen or heard "Echoes of the Future"?"

"I have seen it." "I have heard it." "I have not seen it." There were sparse responses in the venue.

"Mr. Shuren, the author of "Echoes of the Future", wrote a song for our workers. Let's learn to sing, okay?"

"Okay!" This time, everyone's response was neat. In this age when the poor have little entertainment, singing is obviously their favorite pastime.

"In this way, I will sing one sentence first, the children will sing another sentence, and then everyone will sing another sentence." Uncle Hai beckoned to the children: "Come up, Lao Hai will give you candy~IndoMTL.com~ at the relatives' house. Encouraged, the children of different sizes stood in a row on the podium. Uncle Hai cleared his throat and sang aloud: "Unity ~ knot is strength ↘↗ strength~"

"Unity~Unity is Strength~"

"This power is iron!"

"This power is iron!"

"The power is steel!"

"The power is steel!"

Under the leadership of the children's melodious singing, everyone sang the catchy "Unity is Strength", and the venue was full of laughter.

In the evening, Uncle Hai clapped his hands heavily and said loudly: "I announce that the first session of the Workers' Federation has ended successfully! Please leave one by one in an orderly manner without crowding!"

The children who had been tired of waiting for a long time rushed out like a gust of wind. The workers were discussing whether to eat together tonight, or singing the songs they just learned.

Walking in the afterglow of the sunset, everyone is full of vigor and hope.

Om——

It wasn't until the screeching brakes, the crash of iron and flesh, and the screams of children sounded in the street that they were brought back to reality.

I saw a car suddenly coming from the other side of the street at high speed, knocking out the two children who were chasing and fighting.

This sudden scene stunned the workers who were leaving.

"Tsk, the car is dirty again."

The rich young man in the driver's seat spit out in disgust. He glanced at the workers not far away, stepped on the accelerator, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, his face full of disdain:

"A group of mud legs."