From Chief to Ball

"Where is the money? I have been working all my life, but I only have money left? I am not the chairman of the president, but if I have money, how many people can elect me to be a member of the council? How many people can I say? Can someone listen to me? Then I will be a rich old man surnamed Tian, ​​and then? Waiting to die with a pile of money and waiting for my children to bury me?"

Sighing, leaning back on the chair, the sound of heavy breathing occasionally echoed in the empty room.

……

In the workshop, several hired workers looked at the familiar but different stove with no fire from a long time ago, and sighed.

They haven't started work for a long time, but the boss didn't fire them, and they still paid their salaries, just a little less, which everyone can understand.

The so-called strong wind knows the grass, and everyone is inevitably grateful.

In addition to gratitude, it is more fear of future life. The glass industry can be regarded as a well-paid workshop worker, much better than those farm workers.

But now the black hole of the future hangs over their heads, making them a little at a loss.

"This Chen Jianxin is too ruthless. This is driving our workshop to death. I don't know how the owner is doing now. I must be in a bad mood. I really wish I could tell the owner now that I know how to use that large piece of glass. , let him get through it."

"Yeah, my boss is a nice guy and treats us very well."

"If the workshop can't continue, what can we do? I heard from my boss that the workshop of the Charity Trading Company only has a few dozen people, so don't we all go hungry?"

"Without an employer to support us, what can we do? We are so old, and we have learned to blow glass since we were apprentices. What can we do if we leave here?"

"Hey, my boss is having a hard time right now. I paid half of my salary as usual yesterday. Although it's not much, I can always help my boss through it, right?"

While lamenting, someone muttered: "I heard that if our workshop can't continue, we can go to the workshop of the Charity Trading Company to do things and get paid the same salary..."

As soon as the words fell, several people stood up and glared.

"What do you mean? Your conscience was eaten by dogs? If the boss hadn't accepted you as an apprentice, you might starve to death now!"

"That's right, you have no conscience at all."

"What the hell! Pooh!"

The person who spoke said in a muffled voice: "I... When I was an apprentice, I couldn't get any money, I just had something to eat. After five years of work, I didn't even learn the craft of blowing glass... It’s just doing things with money…”

"Fart! Without a boss, you would have starved to death!"

"It's really unconscionable, what's wrong with being an apprentice? Who didn't start as an apprentice? They still use money to do things, where did the money come from? Didn't the boss give it to you? You are eating your mother's milk, you will walk away and turn around I don't recognize it!"

The man was a little embarrassed, muttered a few words, but didn't speak, just lowered his head, not daring to say anything.

A person stood up and said: "If you want me to say, we have to be in the same heart with the boss at this time! We must not have other thoughts. Besides, who is the boss? How many glasses have been squeezed in our workshop that want to be mixed in?" Workshop? How old is Chen Jian?"

"Brother, what can we do?"

While talking, Tian Wenliang walked in, and a group of hired workers stood up and called out to their boss.

"Hey!"

Without speaking, he sighed first.

"Everyone, our fate has come to an end. The glass of this charity business company is so crowded that we really can't survive. The workshop passed down from my ancestors may not be able to continue. I also know that it is not easy for everyone. I will pay my salary for another ten days, and everyone can make a living. It’s a pity that Mincheng will not be able to accommodate you, and those workshops will be overwhelmed.”

"He, Chen Jian, keeps talking about charity, but what happened? You can't even eat..."

Tian Wenliang's voice was visibly trembling with anger, and he waved his hand to ask someone to bring a plate from behind with some copper coins on it, and took out a handful and handed it to a hired worker.

The hired worker took it with both hands, choked up and said, "Master..."

In the crowd, suddenly a person shouted loudly: "Let me tell you! He, Chen Jian, made it difficult for us to survive, so we smashed his trading company! We smashed his harmful workshop! Otherwise, everyone will starve! You can't starve to death after a lifetime of craftsmanship!"

"that is!"

"Yes! Smash his dog's head!"

"Just smash his workshop! Then we'll be back to the old days!"

"We have to eat too!"

"Even if it is to repay the kindness of the master!"

Under the instigation of a few caring people, the hired workers were immediately dazzled. Tian Wenliang glanced at the leading hired worker and nodded imperceptibly.

Under the leadership of several people, the hired workers of the glass workshop stood up one after another. Some of them were a little confused, and some of them habitually followed the crowd...

Some are for gratitude, while some are just for a bite to eat, and some just follow the crowd out blindly.

In the house, only Tian Wenliang and a few people were left.

"Is the tung oil ready?"

"Prepare, don't worry, Master."

"The bigger the noise, the better. Let those officials come out to clean up. There are so many people who have to eat. Be careful, don't kill Hu Lin, it's hard to explain to his father."

"Don't worry, we have a measure."

"Try not to kill people, just burn down the trading company. If there are dead people over there, we'd better die one here, otherwise it's hard to say. Let the officials come forward to talk to Chen Jian, no one wants to see more So many people making trouble."

After everyone left, Tian Wenliang looked at the door helplessly, thinking, something happened, let Chen Jian take a step back.

Chapter 63 Exploited

Hu Linzheng was busy sorting out the accounts of the charity business company. The goods of [-] silver coins a few days ago also completed the turnover, and made a small profit. It is far worse than glass, but this is done by himself after all. After comparing the profits, I wondered if this charity business company would really focus on glass in the future.

Some of the finest pieces of glass have just arrived on board, and are escorted to the capital, where they hope to sell some.

In addition, the workshop production has also stepped into the normal, and everything seems to be thriving.

This kind of good mood was finally destroyed by the menacing hired workers of various glass workshops in Mincheng. Maybe it was a coincidence or premeditated.

Hu Lin was startled by a lot of onlookers, and hurriedly called for a buddy.

"Report to the police! Quick!"

That guy was also smart, and hurriedly ran away from the alley. Hu Lin looked at the angry crowd coming towards him in the distance, and blew his whistle helplessly.

The hired workers in the trading company put down their work, received sticks and long poles, brought a piece of red cloth, and gathered in front of the trading company's door. Several people maintained order inside.

Dozens of people stood in two rows, and they had the air of an army. Although they were crooked, they were still more orderly than the angry crowd approaching Shi Shiran.

They are employees of the trading company, and many of them have been in the trading company for a long time, from the beginning.Although the salary is not high, the trading company has various perfect systems. It is said that there is a more or less dividend every year, and there is actually a symbolic three-month subsidy after dismissal. These are clearly written in the trading company In the system, there are also fingerprints on the above, and the employees believe it.

Some people have heard Chen Jian or Hu Lin tell stories, some people just because of this pretty good job, and some people just use their parents to say that they are full.

Many of these mercenaries are spearmen who have retired from the army, and there is no mercenary business here, so there is no use for them after retiring, so they have to work everywhere.