Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 312 Application

   Late night

  Kip City, Light Industrial Zone, Nak Weaving Factory

   Today is the first time that Randall, the worker, has completed the work required by the factory owner, and found that it is still early, and he can still do a lot of private things.

  Because of being tired every day, the other workers were finally able to rest early, and they all went back to the workers' dormitory to fall asleep. And since he inexplicably smelled the non-existent aroma of wine, he tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

  Finally, Randall packed up the twelve gold gram banknotes that he had counted countless times, and decided to go out to enjoy life for a while.

  Busy work and financial constraints, he can't remember the last time he went to a pub to drink. Now that he had money and plenty of time, when he came to the door of a familiar yet unfamiliar tavern after a long time, he couldn't help swallowing, and rushed in quickly with longing.

  The tavern is a bit stuffy, and it's hot and humid after entering.

When Randall heard the sound of clinking glasses around him, and smelled the strong smell of wine and sweat, his footsteps were a little drifting, and he staggered to the bar counter, dryly and tremblingly, and said to the buddy: " mug of beer."

   Soon, a mug of beer was pushed in front of Randall.

   "Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr like three days without drinking water, raised his head to drink from the wine glass.

   In less than ten seconds, a large glass of beer was drunk.

   "Bang." The wooden wine glass was smashed heavily on the bar.

   "Have another drink." Randall's eyes were full of enthusiasm.

   "Sir, a glass of four copper grams." The tavern clerk saw that Randall was dressed poorly, like an alcoholic who hadn't drunk in ten years, and reminded him while receiving the drink.

   "I know, hurry up." Randall urged.

  The bar clerk glanced at the burly thug standing at the door, not afraid of Randall making trouble, he quickly took a glass of wine for him and pushed him over.

   "Gulu Gulu..." The first cup was eaten too quickly, and Randall drank it without feeling like he had tasted anything. He deliberately slowed down the second cup, enjoying a great sense of satisfaction.

"boom."

"Continued Cup!"

   "Good sir."

   "Brother, it seems that you can drink well."

   Just as Randall was getting excited and impatiently waiting for the third glass of beer, a hand patted him on the shoulder. He looked to the side, and there was a bald and bearded man sitting there, his eyes full of appreciation: "What's wrong?"

"We hold a drinking competition at twelve o'clock every night, and whoever drinks the most will get two gold grams. I think you have a strong drinking method, so if you participate in the competition, you should have a great chance of winning." The bald bearded man road.

   Drinking contest? Get money if you win?

  Randall immediately became interested: "Okay, then I'll come and play."

"It's just that you have to pay two silver grams to participate." The bald and bearded man observed the change in Randall's face when he heard that he needed to pay first, and saw that he was about to withdraw, and immediately added, "But those who dare to participate in the competition No matter how much you drink, you can definitely get back your money if you pay two silver grams, which is definitely a bargain.”

"...It's ok." Randall thought for a while. If he pays two silver grams, he only needs to drink six cups to get his money back. He can definitely wait for the game to drink. Anyway, it will be twelve o'clock soon, "Dude , wait for the third cup first, this is three silver grams, including the money for participating in the competition and your tip."

   "You are so generous." The bartender took the money and praised Randall.

  The bald and bearded man saw Randall's generous shots: "My name is Feinon, and I work in a nearby grain processing factory. I am such a frequent visitor, and I have also won several drinking competitions."

   "My name is Randall, and I work at the Nak Weaving Factory. This is the first time I have come to this tavern." Randall also introduced himself.

   "Nack Weaving Factory..." Feinon recalled, "Aren't most of the people who work there are disabled? The factory owner keeps the salary so low, but if there is a choice, no one wants to go there. Why do you..."

"I don't have a choice." Randall stretched out his left hand, which was not noticed just now, "When I was a child, I was accidentally crushed by a millstone and broke three fingers. Can go to the Nak weaving factory."

Feinon looked at Randall's crippled left hand, and his doubts became even greater: "The wages of the Nak weaving factory are very low, right? But it doesn't look like you don't need money just now. If you say two copper grams are a tip, you will be a tip." gone."

"I used to think about it, but now that the wages have risen, the factory owner has paid off the two months' wages that were in arrears before, and two copper grams is nothing." Randall smiled slightly, not paying attention .

  With money in his pocket, he became more confident and calm.

  Factory reform, food and housing will be greatly improved, don't worry, but he has been alone, and the monthly salary is more than enough to enjoy.

   "How much was paid in two months." Feinon was very curious about the salary of the Nak Weaving Factory, and how much this factory squeezed the workers that normal people would not take a look at.

   "Twelve Gold Grams."

"How many?"

   "Twelve Gold Grams."

  Fernon stared wide-eyed, remained motionless like a sculpture for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled: "This is not very funny."

"I'm not joking with you. Our factory just changed to a new owner today. The new owner has promulgated many new systems, one of which is to increase wages. He also directly paid all the wages in arrears to us. Everyone in the factory issued twelve gold grams." Seeing that Fernon took his words as a joke, Randall explained seriously.

   "Really?" Feinon felt that Randall didn't seem to be teasing him, and began to be suspicious.

   "Really, otherwise, like before, with no money and no time, how could I come here to drink and tip the guy?" Randall said.

   Indeed, it doesn't make sense.

  But after this matter made sense, there was something even more unreasonable.

Feinon hissed and asked, "I owed you twelve gold grams for two months, which means that your salary has mentioned six gold grams per month? Our normal is only about five gold grams. You more or less At least there are some injuries, but why is the salary higher than ours?"

"I don't know either. To be honest, when the new factory owner mentioned this matter in his speech in the morning, none of us believed it, but he did what he said and paid the money on the spot to settle the arrears. We had no choice but to believe it. Randall spread his hands, expressing that he was also confused.

   "It shouldn't be, what's the name of your new factory owner?" Fei Nong predicted that the new factory owner must be some high-ranking official.

   "It's called Andre, and he's from Laizein."

"I've never heard of it, but since he came from Laizein, it's not surprising. There are a lot of rich people in the capital, and the wages of the workers are a little higher than ours. I guess he didn't know the city of Kip when he first arrived. I thought that Laizein and Kip were the same. When I find out, I will definitely lower your wages.” Feinon thought he had discovered the reason.

Hearing the salary cut, Randall's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure: "It shouldn't be. When dealing with this morning, he seemed to be prepared. It is impossible not to know that hiring workers in Kip Cheaper than Lezein."

"Who can be sure about that kind of rich man? Either he is a dude who came here just for fun, and he will go back to inherit the family business in a few days, or he is a shrewd businessman who will not lose money in anything he does. If you are willing to pay you six gold grams, there must be a way to squeeze out ten gold grams of profit from you." Feinon has seen these two kinds of factory owners for so many years, and he firmly believes that the new factory owner of Nak Weaving Factory Must be one of them.

Randall, like the other Nak weaving factory workers, is both happy and worried about the new system. The joy is that they really feel the benefits, and the worry is that the businessmen must be profitable to do so, but they are a group of old, weak, sick and disabled Where is it worth being squeezed for greater profits?

   Could it be fate?

   After Feinon said this, Randall's worries spread even further: "What do you think is because of it?"

   "How would I know." Fernon waved his hand.

   "Tell me what you think, I'm quite curious." Randall asked Feinon for his opinion.

"I... I think the new factory owner probably wants to do some shady business. Only this kind of business will have high profits and will give you high wages. As for why he didn't find another factory, it may be that everyone Anyone who has a choice would not take this path." Feinon analyzed.

  Randall felt that what Fenon said was very reasonable, and it was obviously the most appropriate to win over desperate people like them to do some risky things: "When you say that, I really feel a little bit wrong."

   "What's wrong, tell me."

"As soon as the new factory owner took office today, he promulgated dozens of new systems, and all of them are of great benefit to us. It seems that he doesn't intend to make money at all." Randall according to Fernon's conclusion As soon as I think about it, this matter immediately becomes clear, "It seems that it should be a means of controlling and buying us."

   "What kind of system is there?"

"For example, raise wages, reduce working hours to eight hours, set up night schools for workers, let us learn for free, and have nursery schools. Anyone under the age of 16 in the factory can enter the nursery school to receive free education. And support, and workers’ stores selling cheap goods, some kind of entertainment center for us to relax, and a sum of money from the monthly profit is used as medical funds to protect us..." Randall raised seven in one breath Eight rules that impressed him the most.

  Fernon was dumbfounded: "You...did you drink too much?"

  How could this be something proposed by the factory owner? This is clearly the imagination of the workers!

"I knew you wouldn't believe me if I told you." Randall was not surprised by Fenon's surprise and doubts, "but the thing is so exaggerated, it's like a dream. And Andre also said that we will try to turn losses in one month For profit, it became Kip’s most profitable weaving factory in two months.”

"How is it possible? What you want to say is true. Your new factory owner has made so many things that are of no benefit to them in one go. I'm afraid they will have to spend all of them in less than a month. Don't talk about being the most profitable Weaving factory, it is absolutely impossible to even make a profit." Fei Nong laughed.

"I think so too. According to Andre's way of doing this, the factory will probably fall faster. But anyway, these regulations are good for me. I enjoy it first, and I can get as much benefit as possible." Rand Er thinks very clearly, the people above can make as much noise as they want, as long as he can take advantage of it.

   "What you said is true?" Randall agreed with his own words solemnly, and Feinon was a little dazed. He felt that this matter might be true.

Randall nodded: "Of course. Is there any need for me to lie to you? Now we are not working, and recently we are busy building all the nurseries, workers' night schools, workers' shops, and entertainment centers required by the new system... Yes Yes, we just completed the renovation of the cafeteria and dormitory at noon today, and now the food and accommodation are much better than before, the food is not only enough, but also meat and eggs..."

   Listening, Feinon felt that Randall was talking in his sleep again.

  Is this person good at drinking?

   After two glasses of beer, are you already drunk and can't tell whether you are in reality or in a dream?

   "How can there be such a good thing... If this is true, what is he planning..." Feinon had a headache and wanted to drink beer, but he usually didn't drink until twelve o'clock, which was the most cost-effective.

"The workers in our factory have been thinking about it for a day, but they just can't figure it out. They simply don't want to think about it. Life has been like this. There is no difference between living and dying. It doesn't matter if they really have any plans. They can eat before I can’t afford food, I can sleep as long as I want, and I can get several times the previous salary, even if I want to kill someone, I’m happy.” Randall looked away, no matter what he did, it fell on him is the most important.

  As long as he lives well, it is not impossible for Andre to ask him to kill someone.

  After all, his life is already terrible, even if he kills someone, it won't be much worse.

"You really didn't lie to me? The new system you just said, what is being built, are all true?" Fernon was a little moved. If the Nak Weaving Factory is really like what Randall said, then he Can also work in the past.

   "If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself tomorrow morning. Everything I said is true." Randall said.

   "Then do you still recruit people?"

   "I really don't know about this. In short, there are nearly 100 people now. The new factory owner is still studying to purchase a large number of machines to complete the mechanization of the production line."

  Fernon didn't care to wait until twelve o'clock, he called the buddy and served himself and Randall a glass of beer each.

   "It's not even twelve o'clock yet, why are you ordering wine again?" Randall was puzzled by Fernon's 'unsmart' approach after a brief get-together.

"I invite you." Feinon raised his glass, "I believe what you said is true. I will go over tomorrow to have a look. If I can work in the Nak weaving factory and earn more money, you will be considered as a helper." I'm very busy."

   "What's the matter, you can come here as soon as possible. If the news spreads in the future, the applicants will probably fill several streets." Randall and Feinon clinked glasses, "I wish you a smooth application in advance."

  (end of this chapter)