Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

Seeing the police car move out of the way, the kneeling people felt happy, but also sad: Maybe they wanted to ignore them?

"Brother workers, do you really believe them? These people make you take to the streets, but do they care about your children? Do they care about whether you can have enough to eat tomorrow?"

"When all factories collapse and all jobs are lost, you will regret it! And those big companies can continue to operate and make a comeback, but what about me? What about you? Who of us can survive?!"

His voice sounded loud, with an added amplifier in his throat.

As he spoke, he looked affectionately at the workers who were watching the show.

However, he soon discovered that the police car gave way, but the large pickup truck did not give way and still maintained a walking speed.

Mackinac's shabby appearance, glaring headlights and the smell of black smoke made him instinctively focus on the car:

"I'm not wrong! I just want to survive! But what else do I have now? The factory is gone, the orders are gone, and my workers are gone too!"

Ignoring the car and continuing to move forward, he began to grab his collar and roared:

"It's good for you, you go on strike, march and shout loud slogans! But do you know how we small business owners survived? How many nights did we stay up and how much debt did we take on to keep this city alive!"

Some workers began to waver and looked up at Mackinac, but the car was still approaching, so they calmed down and continued to watch.

As the vehicle got closer and closer, this ordinary declaration of war suddenly became interesting. The people behind the screen: executives, EBM's task force, political officers, and the marching police

Their mentality was suddenly attracted by the same scene, and they all changed into a theater-watching mentality:

Do you really dare to run over this big pickup truck?

If it were crushed, this wave of public opinion would be muddied.

However, Mackinac still did not slow down, getting closer and closer to the people on the ground——

As the distance approached, the light blurred his sense of distance, and a strange sense of urgency appeared in his heart. He was forced to shift his gaze and look at the workers around him:

"I beg you not to bother me anymore, my factory can no longer hold on, and the bank will come and take everything away at any time.

You talk about hardship every day, but have you ever thought that we are no better than you! "

The people on the ground were scratching their necks, and the sound of vehicle engines was still approaching in their ears!

He began to despair.

Everything he said is true. The production environment of small and medium-sized enterprises in the European Community is inherently embarrassing. Anyone who asks him to work is giving him a handout. He has earned his way to EBM with all his strength, and he has already owed the bank loan. Quite a few.

Now, because of this wave of labor movements sweeping across Europe, factories that were already stuck on the edge of meeting production capacity and quality standards collapsed instantly. A single delivery failure will cause loans to become overdue, the capital chain will be broken, and they will fall into a vicious circle of selling off assets and not being able to pay back the money. , and finally went bankrupt.

The result of bankruptcy is either death by crazy investors or death by calm investors. The best is to roll outside the European barriers, which is almost the same as death.

In his view, workers who lose their jobs due to factory closures can still find them again, and bosses who suffer credit bankruptcy are all close to death.

Not to mention that his wife has also run away with someone else, and his children may also die because of his breach of trust.

People are all equally helpless in the face of huge failure.

"My home...my children...I have nothing left...Why do you have to base your hopes on my despair?"

"Hahaha, in the end, I have worked hard all my life, but I never expected that the final outcome would be like this."

"Killed."

[Information transmission:]

[Because you like to be a boneless wimp in the middle, so when no one lets you lean on you, you have nothing. 】

[You have three options now, one is to continue kneeling on the ground and wait to be crushed to death in public, the other is to find a place out of the way and continue to kneel. 】

[One more thing, go back and sort out the situation in your factory now. The remediation committee needs it. 】

The guy on the ground with a stiff neck immediately staggered and rolled to the side. When he raised his head, he realized that the pickup truck was still far away from him.

"Shh-"

"Haha! I thought it was some kind of tough guy!"

"Go home and masturbate!"

Amidst a burst of boos, the former executive ran away in despair.

Severns also swore and raised his middle finger: "Damn, you scared me."

Although everyone in the car didn't say anything, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

In the situation just now, the worst outcome would be for the guy to be crushed to death, but it would be troublesome for them to ignore it——

Because the thing is true, the business owner cannot be considered a bad person to be honest.

At the very least, judging from the data from network surveillance, there is really no cyberpsychosis in his factory, and the accident rate is lower than the standards set by the European Community. At most, the work is harder and the wages are lower.

When this guy ran to the road and knelt down, no matter how he dealt with it, it would cause confusion in the field of public opinion.

The result now is the best: he runs away in despair, and only his face is injured.

But for a person who started a company through hard work, losing face is the smallest thing.

"Idiot. You are so awesome, you can come up with such a way of playing."

Phantom said as he glanced at Elliot: the latter also looked obviously relieved.

She was instantly convinced that the instructions just now were not given by Elliot.

But Alina was different. She hugged Elliot's neck from behind and said excitedly: "Oh my god, you are so brave. How can you be sure that he will run away?"

"I'm lucky. I just feel that I can't retreat."

The enthusiasm of the parade was getting higher and higher. In the sky of the distant suburbs, a transport plane slowly landed with the words of Jirafa Company printed on it.

Sevens in the back seat patted Phantom's shoulder: "Go to the port area, the supplies have arrived."

[Artyom: Young people are really daring. If something goes wrong, your workers' parade will probably end here. ]

[Artyom: Can you really build a factory? ]

[Eliot: The equipment is already being installed. 】

"Boss, this is our factory, mainly for neurometallurgy and semiconductor lithography, the equipment is in good condition. But it's definitely not as good as yours, as for the workers."

Elliot replied to Artyom's message while touring the factory, and at the same time he felt a sense of refreshed cognition:

This company boss, even if he is a small company boss, has an annual turnover of one million euros, which is definitely someone he couldn't reach before.

The term "company boss" doesn't seem to match the image of the middle-aged man in front of him who is arrogant at first and respectful later.

Severns adapted quickly, and said with a cold face:

"You have to sign a contract with the workers' organization under the Rectification Committee. The workers listen to us, which is not a problem."

Merge small and medium-sized enterprises, poach workers, and provide production capacity to the Jirafa Group to meet the order needs of the European Community, snatch EBM's share of local commercial orders, and seize the right to speak in business.

This is a traditional commercial war.

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