The crowd immediately exploded.
"We get sweet bread every day!?"
"Did you hear that? You can give it to your family members!"
"That's great, everyone will be able to persevere to the end!"
Momola did not cheer with everyone, but pulled Li to the side of the shack and asked a little uneasily, "I'm afraid this cost Mr. Ambassador a lot of money, right? Considering everyone's income level, we can't spend this money It’s probably hard to pay it back…”
"Repay?" Li interrupted unexpectedly, "I remember Xia Fan didn't say anything about the cost, right? Did you plan to repay the food money from the beginning?"
"Only the underworld will collect benefits for no reason. I am grateful that you are willing to help us. Mr. Ambassador should not be allowed to suffer losses in other aspects." Momola's voice was low, but her tone was very firm.
Fang Li raised his lips at this statement, "Interesting, what did you originally plan to do? With the salary of the employees alone, even plain water porridge may not be enough to make up for it, right?"
"In this negotiation with the factory, I want them to increase the wages of employees." Momola expressed her thoughts. "Apologizing is just to show attitude. The other party must make actual changes so that the people in the shanty towns can understand that the relief society is doing this. The right choice. If we can increase the salary by 50% and everyone contributes a little, I think it should be able to cover the food expenses."
"Relief society?" Li Ze noticed the key point.
"Yes, we have established an organization." Catwoman told Li the process and goals of the establishment of the relief society without reservation. "I have thought about it. A struggle may succeed or it may fail. But if there is an organization , even if we fail, it does not mean that it is over. We can pass on our experience to those who come after us and let them continue to fight against the factory. Mr. Xia Fan once said that groups are always more powerful than individuals. In the past, we have always been scattered towards the factory. Factories protest, so failure is the norm, and the Relief Society might be able to change that.”
This is really surprising...
Li secretly thought that Momola actually had a talent for resistance. Most people can only see things in front of them and cannot think of things that far away.
But now that I think about it, people who stand up for their fellow workers are unusual in themselves.
"I see." The fox demon showed a sly smile, "How about you work harder."
The other party didn't react for a moment, "Uh... what do you mean by effort?"
"Isn't the problem solved by raising the salary to the point where I can afford sweet bread every day?" Li winked at her, "It's not 30%, nor 50%, but it can guarantee that I can eat it every day. The food we eat when we go on strike. When the time comes to talk about it, let’s just call it sweet bread pay.”
"Sweet bread salary..." Momola repeated subconsciously, "Isn't that too much?"
"Is it really a lot to eat three loaves of bread a day?" Li put his hand on her shoulder, "Compared with Pagoda's jam income, this expense is only a drop in the bucket to a level visible to the naked eye."
The money Xia Fan used to buy bread was the amount spent on the last bid at the Holy Palace auction. In order to save face, the owner of Baiguoyuan, Aziel Lumen, dared to throw out 8,000 gold coins at a time. You can imagine how much profit these factories and shops made for him.
"Don't worry, they'll agree to your terms—before the jam goes rotten and production stops completely."
Momola hesitated for a moment and finally nodded, "I will try my best."
After all, as the other party said, raising wages to sugarloaf standards is the best way to solve all problems.
"Just try your best." Li said with a smile, "By the way, I also brought some suggestions from Xia Fan."
"Really? That's great!" Compared to the sweet bread, this news made Momola even more happy. "I was worried that I didn't have the experience-"
"There's no rush," Li Que shook his head. "Before that, you'd better go and have fun with everyone. They are all looking at you."
Only then did Momola notice that because she took Miss Fox Demon away alone, everyone stopped talking and looked around eagerly, as if they were afraid of any bad news coming.
"You're right..." She touched her head sheepishly, "I'm too impatient."
"Suggestions are useful, but they are not the key to success. In fact, your confidence is the most important thing."
Li took her hand and walked towards the crowd.
…
Early the next morning, Gore came to the Baiguoyuan factory as usual, preparing to inspect the factory as usual.
Today is the day when a new batch of drunken fruits arrives at the port, and it is also the busiest moment in the factory. In order to make high-quality jam, work must start immediately after the goods are shipped to the factory. The first ones to enter the mixing room are always the plumpest and juiciest jams. The price of the first batch of jam produced by them is often higher than that of subsequent products. several times. This process can only be hand-selected by skilled workers and usually lasts about two to three days.
During this period, Gore will also be particularly concerned. Firstly, the income from high-quality jam will be higher, and secondly, he will prevent employees from being lazy at this time. Punishment can only make them remember the consequences of laziness, but the boss's losses are irreparable.
However, as he approached the factory, Gore felt something strange.
At this time on weekdays, the loading dock should be full of people, but he didn't even see a carriage.
And there are sounds…
The factory area was a bit too quiet. The start-up process of the hammer press is quite cumbersome and often requires a warm-up one hour before starting work, which is also the biggest source of noise in the factory.
But he was almost at the door, and the roar of the steam piston was still silent.
No, something went wrong!
Gore subconsciously quickened his pace.
At this moment, the two supervisors noticed his figure and immediately ran towards him, shouting.
"Boss, it's bad! All the workers are gone!"
"What do you mean the workers are missing?" Gower asked in shock, "Isn't today pay day?"
In order to improve the production efficiency in the first few days, he deliberately increased the daily wages of employees, and euphemistically called it a pay day, but in fact he also reduced the wages in the second half of the month, and the overall wages remained basically unchanged.
But those idiots who couldn't even read couldn't see through his tricks at all. On the days when Zuiguo arrived in Hong Kong, he was more active than usual at work. In order to move a few more boxes of goods, he would usually arrive before dawn. Waiting in the factory area, how can it be like today and there is still no one at the hour
"But there really aren't many people in the factory," the supervisor said with a grimace. "We counted, and there were less than thirty in total."
"Mr. Gower, what do you mean?" Suddenly, Gower heard a question coming from behind him. He turned around and saw a tall man riding a black horse running into the factory area. Judging from his clothes, the other person looks like someone who runs at sea all year round.
"First Mate Pola..." He quickly recognized the identity of the person, "Shouldn't you be busy unloading the cargo?"
"I still want to ask you!" The man jumped off his horse and took three steps at a time to approach Gore. "It has been half an hour since the ship docked at the port. Where is the person responsible for loading? !”