Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

The Internationale is a magical song. In various major language versions, all countries in the world have chosen the transliteration invariably. "Internaxonner" is listened to by Internaxonna in any country. You.

At the same time, "" is the abbreviation of "International Workers' Association". It was born in the **** Paris Commune, and it is the voice of the people at the bottom of the resistance against totalitarian tyranny. Therefore, not only the red countries will sing it, the United Kingdom, the United States or France. When most of the workers went on strike, they would also sing Internaschonell.

　　As the earliest industrial country, the strikes of British workers were massive and powerful.

　　 As early as 1912, there were a million absenteeism strikes in the United Kingdom. Parliament was forced to set a minimum wage standard, which has continued to this day.

　　 Not long ago, in 1979, the famous "Winter of Dissatisfaction" strike was launched in the history of British strikes, and Callahan's Labor government was defeated by the Conservative government led by Margaret Thatcher.

　　 More coincidentally, now in 1984, the more famous "1984-1985 Absenteeism Strike" in the history of British strikes is underway.

　　 The strike started in 1984 and will last for a whole year from 1985 to 1985. It has profoundly affected the political ecology of Britain and even changed the political ecology of Europe as a whole.

　　 Wells does not need to pay attention to future political changes. He just knows clearly that strikes are extremely terrible and the power of the working class is extremely powerful.

How powerful is 　　? Two months ago, at the Ogreffe Coking Plant near Rotherham, more than 10,000 strikers and more than 10,000 policemen confronted each other. It was widely reported by the media and called the "Battle of Ogreffe." , Yes, there are police officers on horseback, in front of the media reporters, repeatedly assaulted the miners, and used batons to cause serious injuries to several miners.

　　 Wells looked around. The only policeman present was the policeman Xiao He, a boy who looks very clean and usually laughs. He is the character who is most likely to die in novels and movies.

"Zhang, please explain to them that I am just an ordinary company manager. I am not a shareholder of the company or an executive of the company. If they demand a strike, or...there are revolutionary demands, I have no right to decide these, only Let me return to the UK so that I can convey their request." Wells squatted to Zhang Sheng.

　　 Yang Rui listened beside him, almost bursting into laughter.

　　 Zhang Sheng also felt embarrassed and whispered: "Mr. Wells, no revolution has happened, everyone is just asking for arrears."

　　 "Ask for salary?"

　　 "Guan Shen, that is, after the head of WestJet was driven away, the workers in the factory did not get the salary of the previous month. They demanded a salary."

"that's all?"

"that's all."

　　 Wells breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What is the total salary? Pay them and let them spread out."

　　 "They haven't had a job for half a month, do you pay full salary?" Zhang Sheng dutifully demanded himself at the request of a translator.

　　 Wells asked somewhat unexpectedly: "Can I not pay the remaining half a month's salary?"

　　 "I think it should be possible, after all, work has been suspended for half a month."

　　 "Can the union agree?"

　　 "There is no trade union in China...it's not right. The trade unions in China generally just post something and don't do trade unions."

　　 "Then who does the trade union?"

　　 Zhang Sheng thought for a while, and said: "There should be no..."

　　 "Well, give them half a month's salary, you come to negotiate." Wells hesitated while talking, and said: "They won't go on strike."

　　 "Of course not, there is no strike in China."

"No?"

　　 "Of course, we are a country where the working class is the master, and the workers are the masters of the country. How can the masters go on strike?" Zhang Sheng said that he laughed.

Wells calmed down and said: "The Labor Party should really come to China to see. Okay, you can negotiate with them and say that we are willing to pay half a month's wages. Ask them to make way for us to inspect the factory. Equipment and plant conditions."

　　 "Okay." Zhang Sheng was smug. The Chinese branch of Zeleca has been established for only one year. This is a rare opportunity to show up.

　　 Yang Rui stood in the crowd, his face blushing.

"Tian Shichang, come over here." Yang Rui pulled Tian Shichang into the corner, and talked about Zhang Sheng and Wells' plans, and said: "Go and tell Director Li about the situation. Besides, I can understand. The English one is sent over."

　　 Shichang Tian smiled bitterly: "Many people who understand English, can understand big nose, I guess not."

　　Yang Rui just realized that in 84 years when tape recorders have not yet become popular, to learn a fluent London accent or other accent, you must at least hear it. As far as the current conditions in China are concerned, it is said that there is a tape recorder, and you can’t find any tapes, and even English textbooks are not complete. There are also some college English professors in some universities, who speak fluent Hedong dialect.

　　 In this environment, a local factory like the Xibao Meat Union Factory really can't get English talents.

　　 "At any rate, find someone who understands English and come over and check the missing vacancies." Yang Rui didn't want to be a listening translator. On the one hand, he was tired, but the most important thing was to avoid suspicion.

　　 Tian Shichang took the order and left.

　　 He whispered to the workers around him, and he spread the words in waves.

　　 After a while, Zhang Sheng and Wells also discussed a countermeasure, and went to negotiate with the workers.

　　 "Everyone, this is Mr. Wells, the representative of the United Kingdom sent by Zelecom. We are now in line with..."

　　 "Dead!"

　　 "Dead!"

　　 "Dead!"

　　 More than twenty WestJet workers shouted in unison.

　　 "What?" Zhang Sheng didn't react at once.

　　 The cold sweat on Wells's face was about to shed, and he repeated "Deadly Ke" in English!

　　 Zhang Sheng understood it this time, and the death toll is obviously a transliteration of strike!

　　 Very clear signal.

"The WestJet factory went on strike!" Wells's white face couldn't see a trace of blood: "You said that there is no strike in China~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The constitution was amended the year before, and the right to strike was deleted." Zhang Sheng Huang said. Face explained, I was also panicked, and desperately recalled what he had learned: "But we did not prohibit strikes."

　　 "What do you mean?"

"That is to say, in China, the freedom to strike is not like the United Kingdom. It is a basic citizen's right, but this does not mean that any strike is illegal under any circumstances, because our law does not Strikes are forbidden..."

　　 "Is that allowed or not allowed?" Wells was anxious, and the British also had qualitative problems.

　　 Zhang Sheng looked back at Director Li, then looked at Team Leader Feng and others, and said softly: "The current situation is probably allowed."

　　 "So it seems that only half of the monthly salary can't stop the strike?" When the incident came, Wells calmed down. The scene he was most afraid of had already happened, what else could be done.

　　 After thinking about it, Wells automatically raised the price and said: "I allow you to give the workers three times the monthly salary. You can negotiate with them."

　　 "Okay." Zhang Sheng was also a little scared.

　　 Yang Rui couldn't hear their conversation anymore, he still just watched. The situation in front of us is too pediatric. The British have no idea what the situation is. The WestJet factory and the Westburg Meat Union factory have to deal with it. In fact, it is the investigation team of the provincial party committee. It doesn't matter what Zelecom thinks.

　　 You should be polite and courteous to the provincial party committee investigation team, and rude is enough for Zelecao.

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