America 1881: Legend of the West

Mike's mood did not get better because of Riley's departure.

If the problem cannot be solved within a month, he will end up like Riley.

But not like Riley.

He is willing to communicate.

Under Hanif's protection, Mike ran with people to negotiate with Holly and his union.

"Everyone, if you think about it this way, if we agree to these demands of yours, wouldn't all our mines have to comply with this standard?"

Mike sat across from Holly and said politely.

"Then just follow this standard."

Hawley didn't see anything wrong with the proposal.

"This is not only an impact on our company, but also on the entire industry. It is difficult for the company to agree. You must also be considerate and considerate of me. I am also a part-time worker."

Mike began to try to build a relationship with the opposite party.

"Do you understand? Then who will understand us? We risk our lives to mine coal day and night, and we only get so little remuneration. We can only support our families by working non-stop, and we don't even dare to get sick."

As a miner himself, Hanks has a say.

He spread his hands.

His hands were covered with thick calluses, and the gaps in his skin had turned black and couldn't be washed away.

Liao Dabai on the side also stretched out his hand.

His hands were in worse condition than Hanks'.

One of his fingers is missing. It is said that one of his fingers was accidentally broken off by a shovel because it was too dark in the mine.

"I understand, I understand." Mike comforted the workers opposite.

"What I mean is, if you make some concessions on the conditions, as long as it is within my scope of authority, brother, I can handle it for you, and I will definitely handle it."

He beat his chest loudly to make himself look more like a worker.

Hanks and Liao Dabai looked at each other.

To be honest, they were a little tempted by Mike's proposal.

Being able to obtain certain benefits in a short period of time is also a kind of progress, and the strike is not in vain.

At least the workers had an explanation.

After all, you have to eat food one bite at a time.

Negotiations are always going in the same direction.

But Holly refused.

"Mr. Mike, our requirements have been made clear a long time ago. I don't think we are asking for an exorbitant price. That is our most basic requirement."

The blond young man said word for word.

His attitude was extremely firm.

Chen Jianqiu has left Shiquan Town.

He has more important things to do.

Before leaving, he had confessed to Holly.

Now the strikers were in complete advantage.

The company did not directly call for support from the state and sent militiamen over, indicating that they did not want to take matters into a violent direction.

Even if they regret it and send troops over again, as long as they dare to shoot, they have another plan.

If that doesn't work, you can take these workers with you.

Roswell, Mexico, which place doesn't need miners?

You can't beat the enemy again and again, and you can't beat them again and again.

This kind of negotiation is not reciprocal, so there is no need to make any concessions, and there is no need to miss big things for the sake of petty gains.

Mike tried his best, but to no avail.

As the actual leader of the current strike, Hawley did not agree to any of his plans and always insisted on the earliest demands made by the union.

Mike returned to the cabin a little desperate.

He stared at the ceiling of the cabin in a daze.

When did unions become so tough? On the other hand, I don't want to please both sides, and I suffer from this cowardice every day.

Suddenly, the door of the cabin was pushed open.

Hanif came in from outside the door.

"Why, are you worried?" Hanif smiled and looked at Mike, who looked depressed.

"Hanif, I'm done. Do you still have people in your detective agency? Otherwise, I'll join you." Mike said in a low mood.

"Yes, yes, of course I welcome Mr. Mike to come." Hanif smiled so much that his beard stood up, "But you don't have to be so pessimistic."

"Oh? Do you have a good idea?"

Seeing that there was something in Hanif's words, Mike immediately sat up straight.

"My suggestion is to close the coal mine in Shiquan Town directly and make these striking workers completely unemployed!" Hanif said seriously.

Mike lay back in his chair.

He now somewhat believed that the story in Riley's telegram about Hanif shaving Chinese workers' hair was true.

What a "big smart".

What a bad idea!

Close the coal mine?

What about the initial investment in coal mines? Will the board agree?

If you can do this, why do you have to come here to negotiate?

"Why, it can't be closed? Then sell it and resell it." Seeing that Mike didn't agree with his suggestion, Hanif immediately proposed the next plan.

Mike was a little dumbfounded.

He sat in front of the table and crossed his fingers on the table:

"Hanif, who do you think would take over a coal mine that's on strike?"

The coal mine in Shiquan Town is now like a hot potato.

At this juncture, anyone who knows how to do some business would not choose to split capital to purchase.

Hanif scratched his head:

"Why don't you give it a try? Isn't writing reports your strong point? You've never been on the front line anyway. Didn't you say you wrote reports every day before?"

Mike, who was exposed, was silent again.

"You're going to be fired anyway. It's better to make some rational suggestions than to do nothing." Hanif patted Mike on the shoulder.

A week later, a report was sent to Weber's office.

The title is "Feasibility Analysis Report on the Sale of Shiquan Town Coal Mine."

Weber looked at the title and wanted to laugh for no reason.

Mike, Mike, I sent you to solve the strike problem, and you actually persuaded me to sell the coal mine? !

Does that mean I have a sore on my body and the flesh needs to be cut off?

His eyes scanned along the text.

Mike’s first sentence in this report was astonishingly:

As we all know, if a serious abscess appears on a piece of skin, instead of trying to apply medicine and let it come back again and again, it is better to cut it off directly to avoid future troubles.

Weber rolled up the report and threw it in the trash.

He lay on the chair, crossed his fingers on his abdomen, and closed his eyes.

After a while, Weber opened his eyes and stood up from the chair.

He walked to the trash can and picked up Mike's report from the trash can again.

He had to ask old president Stanford for his opinion.

But just as Webb was thinking about how to start with old Stanford, the old man's housekeeper appeared outside his office.

"Do you have any orders, sir?" Webb looked at the elegant old butler in front of him and asked politely.

There was nothing too expressive on the butler’s face:

"The master said that the coal mine in Shiquan Town should be sold if possible."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the office.

Weber's mouth dropped open.

He froze on the spot for a moment.

Mr. Stanford no longer cares about the company's affairs.

How on earth did he know that he was going to persuade him to sell the coal mine?

When Weber reacted, he found that the housekeeper had already gone downstairs.

He rushed out of his office and went downstairs to catch up with the butler who was putting on his hat and getting ready to go out.

"Um, did the old man say why?" Weber asked eagerly.

"That coal mine reminded him of his son, and he didn't want to get stuck in the memories anymore." The steward replied briefly, and then went out and got on his horse.

What the butler said was true.

But he didn't tell Weber.

A few days ago, a Chinese boss appeared at the door of Stanford's villa.