Die For Life

Qi Bajiu grabbed his nephew and niece, and waited for the Jing family's car and armed guards to cross the street before taking them across the street into the tree-lined path.

"Second Uncle, I want to eat small skewers!"

"Second Uncle, I want to buy a windmill!"

"Second uncle, I want to eat dragon beard candy!"

"Second Uncle, I want to eat too!"

Qi Bajiu said cheerfully: "Buy, buy, buy all!"

He is now the supervisor of the Heardian Grace Lock Factory. Although the first month’s profit distribution has not yet been paid, it may not be much, but his previous salary arrears have all been settled, and the money bag is full, and the older brother and sister-in-law have persuaded him. He saves some money, and he may be able to build a house in a few months.

Today is the labor union inauguration meeting. Qi Bajiu doesn't know what it is doing, but the supervisor of every factory has to go, and the workers can also go. There is free sour plum soup on the spot. Today, the factories in the county have a half-day rest.

Hey! There is free sour plum soup to drink! Who won't go!

Not only the workers go, they also take their families. Qi Bajiu’s eldest brother and sister-in-law run a ghost stall. They didn’t have time to take care of the children during the day. They entrusted them to the neighbors. Today Qi Bajiu is free, and he loves these two little devil heads so he takes them with him. Go to meet the world.

The meeting place was an old factory in the outer city. There was a lot of space inside. When Qi Bajiu arrived, I saw that it was full of people. Everyone formed a small circle to chat. There were men, women, and old. Young, no girl workers also brought their children over, and the crying noises of children filled the entire space, making it noisy everywhere.

Qi Bajiu took two little ghosts to find the workers. The children brought by the workers were playing rock-paper-scissors next to them. It was a small game invented by Mr. Shuren, the author of "Echoes of the Future". Once it appeared, it became an entertainment for poor children. The two little ghosts saw them guessing, and joined them to play together.

"Brother Qi, where did this meeting come from?"

"I do not know either!"

"When will there be sour plum soup? I brought all the bowls here."

"But Brother Qi, aren't you in charge? You don't know either?"

"If someone in charge is not in charge, will I still sit with those big people? How can those with golden keys take care of my mud legs? Anyway, I brought those two little ghosts to drink plum soup. Hey, Liu Brother, are you reading the Youth Daily? Give me one."

"Brother Qi, can you read too?"

"Hey, I was very serious when I listened to Mongolian school!" Qi Bajiu said after taking over the newspaper: "Moreover, what the newspaper says is very straightforward and reasonable. I can understand it without going to school seriously."

Just when the old factory was noisy, a middle-aged man walked up to the makeshift podium, covered his mouth with his hand, and coughed twice!

Cough!

The loud voice overwhelmed all the noise and reverberated in the factory. Everyone instantly stopped making sounds, staring blankly at the middle-aged man on the podium.

Among the many tactics, the Aiki tactics that are good at using voice are undoubtedly the most suitable tactics to host. Without any equipment support, just a single Aiki martial artist is enough to control a big scene of hundreds of people.

"Hello everyone, there may be many friends who know me, my name is Haisong, and acquaintances like to call me Lao Hai. Lao Hai, I am indebted to the trust of the Jing family, and everyone is willing to give me a face, so I will chair the first meeting of the trade union. ."

"Uncle Hai!"

"We believe in Uncle Hai!"

"What on earth is Uncle Hai doing?"

Qi Bajiu also recognized Uncle Hai, and couldn't help but relax a lot.

Uncle Hai still said that he was light, how could he have a face? Most people sitting here respect him very much.

Uncle Hai was originally the owner of a small noodle shop, but the noodles he sells are very cheap. Although the taste is bad, it is very full. When the workers are too poor, they will go to his house to eat noodles for a while, but everyone knows Uncle Hai is definitely not making money at this price, or even at a loss, so unless he is really poor, he will not take the initiative to take advantage of this.

In addition, Uncle Hai has a very wide network, like offending a gang, or being scammed by loan sharks, as long as it is particularly serious, Uncle Hai can help solve it once.

Moreover, Uncle Hai also knows how to fight in the interior scene. Minor pains and injuries of workers are almost common. If you are seriously injured, you can also go to Uncle Hai for help, at least it can be relieved.

Uncle Hai has been operating a noodle shop in Xuanzhu County for more than ten years and has been in many factories. Almost all the workers have inherited his love. If you say on the street that Uncle Hai’s noodles are not good, everyone will agree, but if you say that Uncle Hai’s people are not good, then you don’t want to get out of this street.

Uncle Hai raised his hand and pressed it lightly, and the venue suddenly became quiet.

"Fair, fair." He looked around for a week: "It's still fair."

"The meaning of trade unions is for fairness."

fair?

Everyone is a little at a loss.

Uncle Hai asked: "Do you know how the Silver Blood Society was established in the first place?"

The venue suddenly became uproarious. Some people said it was to make money, some said it was to bribe the county government, and some said that the Silver Blood Society existed in the beginning?

Uncle Hai pressed his hand, and the venue was quiet again: "At the beginning of the Silver and Blood Club, it was actually a group of businessmen, set up to avoid being bullied. You don’t know that the Dongyang businessmen used to be miserable. Not only were they bullied by officials, but they also went outside to do things. Buying and selling, you will be bullied by outsiders."

"They don't think it can go on like this. They want to be fair and not to be bullied, so they joined forces and formed the Silver Blood Club."

"The trade union is our workers' federation. The purpose is to stop us being bullied by officials and factory owners."

Uncle Hai stared at everyone's eyes: "So we should unite, cling together, and fight against those forces that are stronger than us."

"Why are we being bullied? Because the enemy is very powerful, they are powerful and powerful, and we are often weak. But if we workers unite and there are countless workers behind us, then they dare Bullying us? Do they dare to deduct our wages, insult our dignity, even punch and kick us, and take life and death?"

"We get up and down all year round, but we are still very poor, we can’t eat enough, we don’t wear warm clothes, and we don’t sleep well. But it’s obviously the goods we produce, the fruits of our labor, and most of them are taken away by the factory owners. The Lord clearly gave us a little bit, and we still have to be grateful."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"We just accept employment, the factory owners pay, we contribute, and we are equal in personality, but they wantonly insult us and don't treat us as human beings, and for the sake of our livelihood, we can only swallow our anger."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"Xuanzhu County was clearly built by us, but we can only stay in the dirtiest and most remote corners; the goods are produced by us, but we can’t use our own production; Heyang Jun and Jun Shou The government should protect us, but they followed to oppress us."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"This world shouldn't be like this." Uncle Hai looked at the silent meeting place and said loudly, "So we must unite to defend our rights, our dignity, and our achievements!"

"We can't let the next generation repeat our lives."

"We workers should also have a bright future."

Uncle Hai suddenly opened his arms: "Everyone, tell me, if you are asked to make a request to the factory, what request do you want to make?"

Everyone looked at each other, and after a long time someone suddenly said what everyone said: "Give me more money!"

Uncle Hai applauded: "Yes, the factory owner should give more money, what else?"

"Don't continue to work at night."

"Give full salary, don't deduct money!"

"Don't bully!"

Everyone said their requirements one after another, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, even a few children were shouting ‘I’m going to eat skewers’.

Uncle Hai applauded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes, I agree with everyone's ideas. Lao Hai refined everyone's ideas and prepared four basic requirements first—"

"First, you can't deduct wages at will."

"Second, we must ensure that the work environment does not harm our bodies."

"Third, you work eight hours a day. If you want to extend your working hours, you have to pay extra."

"Fourth, we must not bully and violate workers, especially female workers."

Uncle Hai paused: "Everyone thinks the four requirements I prepared are unreasonable and not excessive?"

"Reasonable, not excessive!" everyone shouted in unison.

Uncle Hai: "Tomorrow, I will go to meet the president of the Silver and Blood Association with other workers’ supervisors on behalf of all the workers to discuss the implementation of these four requirements. If the other party does not agree, then we will hold a protest strike and let the Silver and Blood Association Face our position!"

Qi Bajiu suddenly panicked--it was okay if you let him talk, he really wanted to negotiate with the Yinxue Association, and he was persuaded in an instant.

Just when Qi Bajiu made up his mind to be a turtle, someone on the other side suddenly stood up: "Uncle Hai, I will go with you and fight for our due rights!"

"Uncle Hai, the same is true for me!"

"Uncle Hai, I also want to contribute to the union!"

Suddenly someone sang loudly: "There has never been a savior, nor the emperor of the gods!"

Qi Bajiu was taken aback, recalling the song he had just read in the newspaper, and couldn't help but sing: "To create the happiness of mankind, we all rely on ourselves!"

He looked at his nephew and niece who was playing next to him, and then at his rough hands full of calluses, his heart was cruel, he gritted his teeth, and stood up: "I'll go there too!"

"My grandson, too!"

"And I!"

Seeing the worker representatives stand up, Uncle Hai breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for a few White Nightwalkers in it, I'm afraid it's not so easy. Xuanzhu people have been brainwashed by money worship and profit-seeking ideas for too long, and it really takes a lot of foreshadowing to motivate workers.

But this is only temporary, because the union will usher in the first "big victory" tomorrow-the president of the Silver Blood Society will agree to these four requirements, and all workers will benefit from the union and let them understand that power can be won. .

At that time, the union was on the right track. Workers’ guards, representatives of workers’ participation in politics...There are many, many things to do.

But Uncle Hai was full of expectations.

Jing Zhengwei helped them here. If they can't figure it out later, then they might as well go home and farm.

Uncle Hai beckoned, and several large pots of sour plum soup were brought into the venue. He said loudly: "Everyone, drink some sour plum soup to relieve the heat. By the way, have you seen or heard of "Echoes of the Future"?"

"I have seen it." "I have heard it." "I haven't seen it." There was a sparse response from the venue.

"Mr. Shuren, the author of "Echoes of the Future", wrote a song for our workers. Everyone should learn to sing, okay?"

"Okay!" Everyone responded neatly this time. In this era when the poor have no entertainment, singing is obviously their favorite pastime~www.wuxiaspot.com~In this way, I will sing one sentence, the kids sing another sentence, and then Everyone sing one more sentence. "Uncle Hai waved to the children: "Come up, Lao Hai will give you sweets." "

Encouraged by their relatives, children of different sizes stood in a row on the podium. Uncle Hai cleared his throat and sang loudly: "Unity is strength↘↗quantity~"

"Rule ~ knot is strength ↘ ↗ quantity~"

"This power is iron!"

"This power is iron!"

"This power is steel!"

"This power is steel!"

Under the leadership of the children's clear and melodious singing, everyone sang the catchy "Unity is Strength" in unison, and the venue was full of laughter.

In the evening, Uncle Hai clapped his hands repeatedly and said loudly: "I announce that the first session of the Workers' Federation has come to a successful conclusion! Please leave one after another in an orderly manner, don't be crowded!"

The children who had been tired of waiting for a long time rushed out like a gust of wind, and the workers discussed at the back whether to join in for dinner tonight, or sang the song they had just learned on their shoulders.

Walking in the afterglow of sunset, everyone is full of vigor and hope.

Hum——

It was not until the piercing brakes, the clash of iron and meat, and the screams of children rang in the street that they were brought back to reality.

I saw a car suddenly approaching at high speed from the other side of the street and knocked out the two children who were chasing and snorting.

This sudden scene stunned the workers who were leaving.

"Tsk, the car is dirty again."

The rich young man in the driver's seat spit out in disgust. He glanced at the workers not far away, stepped on the accelerator heavily, his mouth turned up slightly, his face full of disdain:

"A bunch of mud legs."