Marvel World New Magneto

Pietro has been living a very comfortable life recently. Due to the persecution due to the leakage of supernormal abilities, the siblings had to flee from Europe. Although they were imprisoned by a certain organization when they first arrived on this continent, they were quickly rescued by kind people. Following Eric to the group of compatriots, he no longer needs to be hostile by ordinary people, and now he still has money to spend. He is so happy that he can't tell the difference between south, east and north, and forgets all the hard times in the past.

Now his only worry is whether this kind of life can last forever, after all, the situation in the United States has only recently improved.This change was planned and promoted by Mr. Eric who was kind to him. He really wanted to do his part for his compatriots like that gentleman.

Now finally called, Pietro answered almost without thinking.No matter what kind of job it was, he wanted to show Eric that it wasn't just John's little bastards who were worthy of his trust, so could Pietro Maximoff.

As if a whirlwind was blowing on the flat ground, Pietro rushed up to the top floor at the fastest speed, while running, he took out a comb and mirror from his pocket and neatened his appearance skillfully. Jane’s phone has not been put down yet.

"Hi." The silver-haired young man handsomely greeted the shocked Miss Secretary from ear to ear, calmed down his nervous mood, then opened the door and showed his brightest smile to the man inside.

"Hello, Brother Pietro." With his back to the warm sunshine, Eric smiled and asked him to sit down, and then the door closed automatically, blocking the sound from inside.

Outside the hall, Mary Jane shook her head and put down the microphone.

At the moment outside the Osborne Industrial Park, some people are waiting patiently to negotiate with the management.It is a bit reluctant to say that the management, because they do not belong to this place, if they dare to rush into the factory and forcefully take away the workers like other companies.Most of them will be prosecuted by the other party for the crime of "violating private territory".You must know that Osborne's anti-union work has always been very effective. Since the boss is generous, there seems to be no reason for the workers to pay 6% of their salary as dues every month, just to wait for an opportunity that they will not need for decades .

This is not 1886, and there is no need for bloody strikes to fight for rights.No one wants to build their own fortresses against each other like the workers and management of the Carnegie Steel Works.In this era, everyone can finally sit down and negotiate with peace of mind.Thanks to the fact that the trade unions are already too strong, many domestic enterprises have been forced to the other side of the Pacific Ocean, Japan, Vietnam, India, China... The cheap goods from these countries are like a never-ending tide, destroying The country's light industry.In this case, the question of which came first, the chicken and the egg, suddenly became less important, despite the fact that unions have been marching and calling for jobs and benefits.There is less and less support available.Nobody would want to come to a place like Osborne to make fun of themselves without an extra thrill.

You must know that although this company has just changed all the top management, the past policies have not changed, and there is not enough support from workers in the factory. The halo, but God knows if they will suddenly turn around and beat the provocative trade union members to pieces.

It is not easy to be in a high position in any organization.So when the subordinates were instigated by the outside world and had to come here to settle business matters.The top management of the trade union specially sent a veteran figure, believing that his stability can suppress those young people who are prone to red eyes, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

But the restless young man didn't see it that way. He was looking at the back of the senior's head with extremely contemptuous eyes, as if silently scolding him for daring to betray the trust of the members, but the senior turned his head with difficulty, his His face immediately changed into another expression, with an indelible manic impulse in the boundless respect and obedience.

This is a typical black character. In fact, these are two black people. The one in front is a lawyer in his 60s. His skin is red and tanned. He is less than six feet tall and weighs more than 250 pounds. The long years have endowed him with the wisdom to see the world. He doesn't have to stare at the people behind to observe. He can also guess what that guy is thinking. As a person who has experienced it, he deeply knows what is behind the young man's stiff and honest face. But he is old now, and he doesn't have to worry about many things, so he just squinted peacefully, listening to the melodious country music and dozing off in the car.

After a while, the door of Osborne still did not open. The young black man couldn't bear it anymore. He glanced at another car parked in the distance, and the person inside silently made an urging gesture, so he He dropped his half-smoked cigarette and got into the union's car.

"Mr. Modori?" The young black man called the fat senior, who seemed to have fallen asleep to the beautiful melody. "Tiers Morido!", he raised his voice, and yelled several times impatiently, before Mr. Morido opened his eyes drunkenly.

"Ah, I just recalled the beautiful night I spent with a hot Mexican girl when Nixon stepped down, and you woke me up." Waking up from the beautiful dream, Morido took a long breath and twisted He twisted his buttocks and stretched himself before asking.

"Did something happen?"

What happened?I woke you up when nothing happened.

The young black man pointed to the factory gate expressionlessly, but Morido didn't even look at it and continued to close his eyes.

"We can't wait any longer, we need Osborn to give us an explanation." The young black man reached out to shake him rudely, trying to shake him awake.This Mr. Morido was one of the most famous lawyers in the area, representing black defendants and overturning dozens of sensational charges, but that was in the past, and now he is old, broken, and worthless It's really unfair that he still occupies an important position in the union.The guy in the car over there is right: the fastest way for a newcomer to stand out is to pick up the guy and chop the old guy down, and make his way out of the bloody mess, and now Osborne, the anti-union bridgehead It is the best opportunity to cheer up.

The young man was full of enthusiasm, but he was not a fool, no matter how urged by the people in the other car, he would always push the old man to the front desk to take responsibility, so when he found that the old man's cheating skills were beyond imagination, he simply sat down and stared blankly .It wasn't until a convoy drove into the Osborne Park from outside that someone came out of the gate and knocked on the window before regaining their fighting spirit.

In the conference room, Eric sat opposite the union representative.

"Tiers Modoli!" Modoli was no longer sleepy now, the sleepiness just now was just a disguise, when Osborn's invitation came.His energy returned to his body.With an astonishing composure, he ordered the young black man to drive the car into the factory area, then accepted the guidance calmly, and walked up to Eric. His attitude was very decent, and his smile made people feel enough kindness.

Upon discovering this, the young black man suddenly felt a little guilty, and then thought of the identity of his opponent.So his hot head began to cool down.Obediently took a step back and stood behind Modoli.

"Before coming here, I have heard the news that Osborne's major shareholder has changed hands, and now I am relieved to see you in person." After the conversation, Modoli resumed his slow look.

"How?" Eric took the drink and asked casually. "Did the government introduce a bill to subsidize mutants' past injuries without my knowledge?"

"That's not true, it's just that dealing with someone with great reputation is more reassuring than those we don't know anything about." After complimenting Eric, Modoli moved his body and got closer. "I think you can understand that because of the reminder, we have to do our duty in the interest of all workers."

"What's the conclusion?" Eric nodded.Accepted his explanation.

"After our investigation, Osborne has done an outstanding job in all aspects. It's simply excellent." Modoli has an investigation report in his hand, and the above situation is basically the same. It is not flattering to say this, but Egypt Rick is not satisfied, he wants more.

"I think enthusiastic people must be very concerned about social welfare. I really want to thank this person, no, I must thank him. The reputation of a company is almost equal to the reputation of a person. Since someone helps us to go further, then I ask He has the utmost thanks."

Modoli evaded his request, the whistleblower would be despised by everyone, not to mention there was a disobedient young man behind him.

"Sir, we are just a group of people working hard." He lowered his posture as much as possible. "The outside world may have a lot of misunderstandings about us, but not all of them are what others say. We have a lot of expenses, and the operation of the union is not very expensive, but we have to bear the wages and other expenses during the member's strike, so you can see us We are less and less doing that kind of drastic action. We just want to get what we deserve, and we don’t intend to get involved in the competition from big companies.”

Although he hasn't pointed it out clearly, he has already hinted at where the behind-the-scenes pusher came from. Seeing the face of another black man behind him suddenly turn pale miraculously, Eric smiled slightly.

"Don't ignore your own strength, I think you can play a bigger role." Eric said half persuading and half mocking. "In fact, you can exert pressure through the government and public opinion. We are a responsible large company and we don't want to leave a bad impression on the public."

Hearing what he said, the young black man was a little moved. He had to struggle after taking other people's money. He grunted a few times in his throat and was about to interject when he saw Eric's cold eyes without a smile. An invisible horror strangled his neck, he lowered his head and dared not speak any more.

"No, we won't do that." Modoli didn't see the movement behind, but he had his own reasons. "You don't need votes, how can we reach an understanding. You are capable people. Since we don't want to offend the local tycoon Mr. Jin Bin, we don't want to offend you for the same reason."

"So, you don't plan to try again?" Eric asked with a half-smile.

"Osborn doesn't have our members." Modoli declined with a smile.

"Well, I'm sorry." Eric appreciated his straightforwardness, so he wrote two checks, one to the union as a financial donation, and the other in the palm of his hand, and sent it to where it should go.

"Pietro, send this gentleman off for me, and listen to his story by the way."

The silver-haired young man agreed behind him, and followed the two visitors out of the door. (to be continued~^~)