As soon as it got light, Commons got up early.
He subconsciously ran into the latrine and squatted for a long time before remembering with an embarrassed look on his face that he had recently become obsessed with the Holy Communion.
The biggest disadvantage of taking communion is that you can no longer shit with pay.
Fortunately, it saves me the time of squatting in the pit in the morning.
Unaccustomed to it, Commons pulled up his pants, pedaled his bicycle, and left the house.
Taking advantage of the bright sky, Commons rushed to the factory gate.
At this time, it was already in full swing outside the factory, and breakfast stalls were crowded on both sides of the road.
But what is different from usual is that there are not many people queuing up at the dining car where there should be a line today.
Countless workers rushed to the factory in small groups.
"Mushroom cake from the dwarves!"
"Freshly squeezed soy milk."
“Authentic Kefir chop suey noodles…”
Shouts came from the stalls on both sides of the road, but faced with the temptation of delicious food, most workers ignored them.
Even... with a bit of disdain.
However, they had no time to express their disdain. They all walked very quickly, as if they were snatching something.
Same goes for Commons.
He walked quickly towards the factory, and from afar, he saw a long queue in front of the factory gate.
However, this is not their team of workers, this is their team of job seekers.
In the envious eyes of job seekers, Commons didn't feel the slightest bit of pride. He felt like a thorn in his back. He didn't dare to look around. He lowered his head and pushed his bicycle into the factory in a hurry.
After parking his bicycle, he hurried to the locker room.
On the way, he called up the Star Network and ordered a serving of milk, honey, white bread and ham from the Star Network, which only nobles were entitled to enjoy, enjoying the last quiet moment before intense work.
After changing into work clothes, it was only half past five.
According to usual rules, work will not start until half an hour.
But Commons had left the locker room and entered the production floor.
At this time, his group of workers had basically arrived.
Not long after, Raman, the team leader who always liked to pinch points, also arrived early.
The team leader, Raman, is about thirty years old. Because of his social experience and his ability to flatter others, he became the team leader after one year in the factory, which made others envious of him.
With a shy belly, he glanced at the team members who were already sitting at their work stations, waiting for work to begin, and said: "Before we start work, let me ask, what did everyone eat in the morning?"
“Summerfield caviar on wheat bread!”
"I had a hot dog!"
The team members agreed, with sincere joy exuding on their faces.
After living in poverty all my life, I could barely make ends meet due to working part-time. No one thought that one day I would be able to receive Holy Communion. It was simply unbelievable.
Praise the God of life and the God of the sea!
"Very good, it seems that everyone eats the Holy Communion. In this case, then there is no need to pay for shit, right?" Raman, the team leader, showed a meaningful smile.
"Huh?" The team members looked at each other.
"Is there any problem?" Raman, the team leader, looked at the gods and finally landed on Commons.
"Ah? No, no." Commons waved his hands repeatedly and couldn't help but said, "Can't you pee?"
"Pee? Humph, starting from today, you can't even pee. Everyone should have seen the current economic situation. Factories outside are closing down everywhere. Look, how many people are forced to come out to sell breakfast. What's the result? Someone Buy?"
Raman pointed outside the factory with a domineering look on his face.
"The only people who can still work for you now are your parents! Our team's production efficiency has lagged behind by several positions. If it continues slowly, you will all have to leave. There are many workers outside who want to come in."
Raman scolded.
The team members looked at each other, their faces turned pale, and they wanted to get some benefits for the bladder, but in the end no one dared to speak.
Just when the team members thought that the morning training was about to end, they never thought that the team leader also brought them an even more unbearable bombshell.
"I'll announce one more thing. Starting from today, the salary will be reduced by 30%!"
"What? Downgrade?"
The team members were stunned and couldn't believe it.
In fact, there was an uproar in the production workshop at this time, and other groups had obviously announced the news.
"Shut up! If you don't want to do it, get out of here. If you want to keep doing it, don't talk nonsense. Get ready and start working right away."
Raman's harsh words immediately made all the team members shut their mouths.
The emergence of [Holy Communion] and [Star Clothing] has had a far greater impact on the economy than anyone imagined.
The severe damage to the food and textile industries caused a large number of workers to be laid off overnight and had to compete with other workers for jobs.
In order to seize their jobs, they even voluntarily took salary cuts and demotions.
Faced with this situation of oversupply, major factory owners are naturally greedy for money and have lowered their salaries.
Anyway, no matter how low the salary is, there are still people who will do it, so why not
The most important thing is that the major factory owners are also having a hard time.
The food industry and textile industry that have been affected have transformed into other industries in order to reduce losses, which naturally intensifies competition.
"Raman!"
When the team members' hearts sank to the bottom, the team leader Raman was suddenly stopped.
"Ah? Manager? Good morning, what are your orders?"
Raman looked at the sound, and his expression suddenly changed. He was originally serious, but he greeted the visitor with a smile on his face.
"You clean up and go to the finance department to get your salary!" the factory manager said unceremoniously.
"Ah? Receive...salary? Isn't it the middle of the month?" Raman asked hesitantly with a puzzled look on his face.
"Don't you understand what I mean? Group 26 will be led by Trollope from today on. Let me introduce to you that this is Trollope. He will be your group leader from now on."
After the factory manager introduced the new team leader to Commons and other team members, he left without looking back.
"Manager, don't leave. I wonder what mistake I've made? Can't I change my career? You can deduct my salary or punish me by going to the gate. Don't drive me away... I have seniors and juniors... "
Raman chased after him, his tone pleading, but what he received in return was a vindictive attack from the manager, which knocked him to the ground.
"Get out of here, don't bother me! Security guard, get him out of here!"
The manager cursed and walked away.
The stunned Raman was left alone, being picked up by security guards and dragged out of the workshop.
At this time, the team members who were originally full of resentment and sat at their work stations saw the embarrassment of Team Leader Raman, who was domineering one moment and was kicked out of the factory the next, and suddenly felt that the salary cut was not unacceptable.
These days, it would be nice to have a job.
Yes, it’s not just the members of Commons who came up with this idea
For countless people at the bottom who have no ability to withstand risks, it is routine practice to be demoted or reduced in salary for the sake of a job, and many of them even violate their moral bottom line.
Brutal competition caused the society in the multiverse to be revitalized due to industrial development to be severely damaged overnight.
In a few places, riots even broke out.
This scene is very similar to the one when the God of Transformation Mission encountered a financial crisis.
But the gods were completely helpless.
After all, this is fundamentally different from the financial crisis of the God of Transformation Mission.
The Internet currency reserves they have stored cannot be used at all.
After all, is it possible to distribute money directly to the people
While the gods were at a loss, the Internet God took action.
—He actually gave money to the people!