You Are Strong But It’s Mine Now

Qi Bajiu held 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 everything!"

He is now the supervisor of the Tingjia Grace Lock Factory. Although the first month's profit dividend has not yet been distributed, it may not be much, but all his previous salary arrears have been settled, and the money bags are bulging. He saved some money, and in a few months he might be able to build a house.

Today is the inaugural meeting of the trade union, and Qi Bajiu doesn’t know what it is for, but the supervisors of each factory have to go, and so can the workers. There is free sour plum soup on site. Today, the whole county’s factories are off for half a day.

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

Not only the workers go, they also bring their families. Qi Bajiu's eldest brother and sister-in-law run a ghost stall. He doesn't have time to take care of the children during the day, so he entrusts them to the neighbors next to him. Today, Qi Bajiu is free, and he loves these two little ghosts very much, so he takes them with him. to meet the world.

The meeting place is an old factory in the outer city. There is a lot of space inside. When Qi Bajiu arrived, he saw that it was full of people. Everyone gathered in groups of three or five to chat in small circles. There were men and women, some old and some old. Little, many female workers also brought their children over, and the cries of children filled the entire space, making noise everywhere.

Qi Bajiu brought two little ghosts to find the co-workers. The children brought by the co-workers were playing rock-paper-scissors. It was a small game invented by Mr. Shuren, the author of Echoes of the Future. The two little ghosts saw that they were guessing their fists 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?"

"What is not in charge of, do I still sit with those big men? How can those with golden keys take care of my muddy legs, I just bring those two little devils to drink sour plum soup. Hey, Liu Brother, are you reading "Youth Daily"? Give me one."

"Brother Qi, are you also literate?"

"Hey, I was very serious when I listened to Meng Xue!" Qi Bajiu took the newspaper and said, "And what the newspaper said was very straightforward and reasonable. I could understand it even if I didn't go to school seriously."

Just when the old factory was noisy, a middle-aged man walked up to the podium that had been set up temporarily, covered his mouth with his hands, and coughed twice!

Cough cough!

The loud voice overwhelmed all the noise, echoing in the factory, everyone stopped making noises instantly, and stared blankly at the middle-aged man on the podium.

Among the many tactics, the Aiki tactics, which are good at using sound, are undoubtedly the most suitable tactics for presiding over. Without any equipment support, just one Aiki warrior is enough to control the 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 is trusted by the Jing family, and everyone is willing to give me a face, so I will preside over the first meeting of the trade union. ."

"Uncle Hai!"

"Our Uncle Xinhai!"

"Uncle Hai, what exactly is this meeting for?"

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

Uncle Hai still said it lightly. How could he have face? Most of the people sitting here respect him.

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 filling. When the workers are too poor to have money, they will go to his house to eat noodles to support themselves, but everyone knows that Uncle Hai's selling this price is bound to make no money, or even lose money, so unless he is really poor, he will not take the initiative to take advantage of it.

In addition, Uncle Hai has a wide network of contacts, such as offending gangsters, or being deceived by loan sharks.

Moreover, Uncle Hai also knows how to fight in the interior. It is almost common for workers to suffer minor pains and injuries. If they are seriously injured, they can go to Uncle Hai for help, at least it can be relieved.

Uncle Hai has operated a noodle shop in Xuanzhu County for more than ten years. He has worked in many factories, and almost all the workers have accepted his love. If you say on the street that Uncle Hai's noodles are not delicious, everyone will agree, but if you say Uncle Hai's people are not good, then you don't want to go 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 purpose of a union is to be fair."

fair?

Everyone was a little bewildered.

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

The venue suddenly became noisy. Some people said it was for making money, some people said it was to bribe the county governor, and some people said that Silver Blood will exist from the beginning?

Uncle Hai pressed his hand, and the venue was quiet again: "The Silver Blood Club was actually a group of businessmen at the beginning. It was established in order not to be bullied. You don't know that in the past, Dongyang businessmen were very miserable. They were not only bullied by officials, but also went to work outside. Buying and selling, and being bullied by outsiders.”

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

"And the trade union, which is our workers' union, aims to prevent us from being bullied by officials and factory owners."

Uncle Hai looked at everyone's eyes: "So we should unite, hold a group 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 we are often weak. But if we workers are all united, and there are countless workers standing behind us, then they dare to Do they bully us? Do they dare to deduct our wages, insult our dignity, or even beat and kick us?

"We wake up early and stay dark all year round, but we are still very poor, we don't have enough food, we don't have enough clothes, and we don't have a good place to sleep, 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 has given us a little, and we should be grateful."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"We just accept employment, the factory owner pays, we contribute, we are equal in personality, but they wantonly bully us, don't treat us as human beings, and we can only swallow our voices in order to make a living."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"Xuanzhu County is obviously 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 products; The government should protect us, but they follow and oppress us."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"This world shouldn't be like this." Uncle Hai looked at the silent venue and said loudly, "So we must unite to defend our rights, defend our dignity, and defend 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: "Tell me, if you are asked to make demands on the factory, what demands do you want to make?"

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

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

"Don't continue to work at night."

"You want to pay full salary, don't deduct money!"

"Don't bully people!"

Everyone said their demands one after another, and all of a sudden they became a mess, and even a few children were shouting 'I want 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 cannot deduct wages at will."

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

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

"Fourth, don't bully and violate workers, especially female workers."

Uncle Hai paused: "Do you think the four requirements I have prepared are reasonable or excessive?"

"Reasonable, but not excessive!" Everyone shouted in unison.

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

Qi Bajiu panicked immediately—it's okay if you let him talk, but if you really want to negotiate with the Silver Blood Society, he's instantly cowardly.

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

"Uncle Hai, so do I!"

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

Suddenly someone sang loudly: "There has never been a savior, and neither does it depend on the emperor!"

Qi Bajiu was stunned for a moment, recalling the song he had just read in the newspaper, and couldn't help but sing: "To create the happiness of mankind, it is all up to us!"

He looked at his nephew and niece who were playing next to him, and then looked at his rough hands full of calluses. With a ruthless heart, he gritted his teeth, and stood up: "I'll go with Bajiu too!"

"My grandson is going too!"

"And I!"

Seeing one worker representative stand up, Uncle Hai breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the fact that there were a few White Night Walkers inside, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy. Xuanzhu people have been brainwashed by money worship and mercenary ideas for too long, and it really needs a lot of foreshadowing to motivate workers.

But this is only temporary, because the union will usher in its first 'big victory' tomorrow - the president of the Silver Blood Society will agree to these four demands, and all workers will benefit from the union, letting them understand that power can be fought for .

By that time, the union was on the right track. Workers' Guards, Workers' Political Representatives... There's a lot more to do.

But Uncle Hai was full of expectations.

Jing Zhengwei helped them all here. If they can't figure it out later, 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, "Let's drink some sour plum soup first to relieve the heat. By the way, have you seen or heard "Echoes of the Future"?"

"I have seen it." "I have heard it." "I have not seen it." There were sparse responses in the venue.

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

"Okay!" This time, everyone's response was neat. In this age when the poor have little entertainment, singing is obviously their favorite pastime.

"In this way, I will sing one sentence first, the children will sing another sentence, and then everyone will sing another sentence." Uncle Hai beckoned to the children: "Come up, Lao Hai will give you candy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ With the encouragement of relatives Next, children of different sizes stood in a row on the podium. Uncle Hai cleared his throat and sang aloud: "Unity ~ Unity is strength↘↗Volume~"

"Unity~Unity is strength↘↗Strength~"

"This power is iron!"

"This power is iron!"

"This power is steel!"

"This power is steel!"

Under the leadership of the children's 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 heavily and said loudly: "I announce that the first session of the Workers' Federation has ended successfully! Please leave one by one in an orderly manner without crowding!"

The children who had been tired of waiting for a long time rushed out like a gust of wind, and the workers were discussing whether to eat together tonight, or singing the songs they just learned.

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

hum—

It was not until the harsh braking sound, the crash of iron and flesh, and the screams of children sounded on the street that they were brought back to reality.

I saw a car suddenly coming from the other side of the street at high speed, knocking out the two children who were chasing and fighting.

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, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, his face full of disdain:

"A group of mud legs."