The decision was made very quickly. In fact, the reason why Emperor Zhu Da decided to establish a basic social security system was not because of the pressure from society. After all, when the Ming Dynasty was forced to do so, it would have to wait at least two or three more times.
ten years.
Even Bismarck had to wait until after 1889.
The reason why such a system is established is entirely because of... well, conscience!
Of course, this does not mean that there is no selfishness. After all, as a ruler, especially a hereditary ruler like Emperor Zhu Da, who doesn't want his dynasty to last forever?
In the following hours, Zhu Xianhai recalled one by one what he knew about the composition of the basic social security system, such as medical insurance, employee work-related injury insurance, and basic pension insurance. Basically, he learned from some experiences of later generations.
He talked a lot with Zuo Zongtang and others. Of course, his experiences from later generations made Zuo Zongtang, Wang Youling and others dumbfounded.
Even Zuo Zongtang and Wang Youling felt that this matter might have been brewing in His Majesty's mind for who knows how long. Otherwise, how could His Majesty have such a detailed plan?
"Your Majesty, with these words and this line of work, the people of Ming Dynasty will have no worries for generations to come, and will be grateful to Your Majesty for your kindness from generation to generation!"
Even Wang Youling, who is the best at flattering, rarely flattered him. Instead, he wore a straight bow and his words were full of respect.
In his opinion, throughout the ages, people have said that they value the suffering of the people and love the people as their own children, but they are just words. But what about His Majesty? What he is thinking about is indeed the suffering of the people.
"Grace?"
Zhu Xianhai watched Wang Youling purse his lips and said nothing. After thinking about it, he said again.
“The Ming Dynasty in my mind is not only a Ming Dynasty in which everyone is loyal to the motherland, but also a Ming Dynasty in which everyone is loyal to the country, and the country provides everyone with dignified protection, medical treatment for illness, and care for the elderly...
It should, no, must be one of them! Is this a kindness? This is a responsibility! It is the responsibility of the country!"
When Emperor Zhu Da said these words, he only felt a little tired, not because of physical exhaustion, but because of a deep sense of helplessness.
For the first time, he faced himself - he was just a layman. Most of the time, what he considered was how to maintain his rule. What else? Perhaps, he established a canteen in his "benevolent" factory to provide workers with
Good food.
You can even eat meat!
That's it...but that's all.
At the same time, he enjoys everything he enjoys as a ruler as a matter of course.
Shooting myself in the foot... This time my foot hasn't been knocked down yet, but if I don't deal with it as soon as possible, I will definitely hit myself in the foot sooner or later.
With his eyes closed, Zhu Xianhai muttered to himself.
“It’s never too late to make up for the lost sheep!”
Fortunately, everything happened in a hurry. Not only did it happen in a hurry, but it was also far ahead of the rest of the world. Fortunately, there are still experiences that we can learn from.
When he was about to leave the study, Qian Degong turned around and asked.
"Your Majesty, where is that person?"
With his eyes closed, Zhu Xianhai pursed his lips, then shook his head and said.
"Although I am the emperor, I cannot use today's laws to kill yesterday's sins. Just like what he said, there is no one clause in the Ming Dynasty's laws that says he cannot do that. If there is no prohibition in the law, then..."
After a pause, Zhu Xianhai shook his head again and said.
"There is no businessman without treachery...but if he is allowed to oppress good people so unscrupulously, where is the justice of heaven?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhu Xianhai said.
"I will personally visit Zhang Dachun. Businessmen can be unscrupulous, but politicians cannot."
After saying that, Zhu Xianhai stood up directly and said.
"Preparing a special train, I'm going to Nanyuan to see Zhang Dachun."
Sometimes, a casual move can change everything. In 1872, the Ming Dynasty did not have any laws to protect workers. Of course, Emperor Zhu Da could not use today's laws to pursue yesterday's crimes. After all, the Ming Dynasty was not like the Manchu Qing Dynasty.
After they entered the customs, in order to enslave the Han people, strict laws and prohibitions were enacted one after another, making it impossible for the Chinese people to live without violating the laws, let alone exporting them into law.
Since there is no way to follow, then I will use my actions to show my attitude! This is just to show a certain attitude.
On this day, when Emperor Zhu Da's motorcade appeared in Lihe Community, many people were shocked.
The emperor is coming!
Why did the Emperor, the old man, get here?
In everyone's surprise, they saw that the emperor went directly to Zhang Dachun's house.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
When the door opened and he looked at the people standing outside, Zhang Dachun was dumbfounded. How did the emperor get to his house?
"Dachun, I was in the newspaper and heard that you were injured, so I came here to see you!"
Emperor Zhu Da even carried a fruit basket with fruit and fruits in his hand. This was brought personally from the palace.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we, we..."
Zhang Dachun was a little confused. He didn't know the emperor at all, and the Japanese woman beside him also stared at the visitor in stunned silence.
If it hadn't been for the fact that they had lived in Ming Dynasty for many years, they would have knelt down and kowtowed by now.
This is the emperor!
"You don't need to be so outspoken, Dachun, you are the sixth batch of immigrants in 1863. After all, you also worked in my factory, and I can be considered your old employer!"
Entering the room, Zhu Xianhai said.
"The old man has been wronged outside. If my old employer doesn't come and take a look, I would be really sorry for the old man!"
"Your Majesty, we, we..."
With a "wow" sound, tears instantly flowed out of Zhang Dachun's eyes. At this moment, all the grievances and all the pain seemed to have disappeared.
On this day, Zhu Xianhai stayed at Zhang Dachun's home for nearly two hours. In addition to visiting Zhang Dachun, he also met with Shen Yue. Emperor Zhu Da naturally praised and encouraged this young newspaper reporter and encouraged him to keep up his efforts.
Continue to speak for the people.
Why did Emperor Zhu Da read newspapers every day? To put it bluntly, he wanted to understand social news and social events through newspapers.
This is not because they don’t trust the officials of the Ming Dynasty. It’s because any bureaucratic group has one thing in common.
They will always deceive the superiors and deceive the inferiors. This has nothing to do with anything else. The most fundamental reason is because this is their instinct. They always have the instinct to minimize big things and trivial matters, thereby creating a peaceful and prosperous world.
Emperor Zhu Da was full of fear for this instinct. After all, history has proven that many dynasties perished in the atmosphere of peace and prosperity created by bureaucrats.
In this case, newspapers became the best channel for him to understand the truth about society. Just like this matter, if there were no reports in newspapers, how could he, as the emperor, know about it?
Behind one Zhang Dachun, there must be countless Zhang Dachuns. When these Zhang Dachuns are no longer willing to be wronged, what will happen at that time?
Emperor Zhu Da from the future is very clear about it. Let alone what it will be by that time. It will be a thousand-year empire. Thank God if he can not be hung up by street lights or driven to the basement to take a family photo.
Of course, journalists who dare to speak out like this should be well praised.
Just when Emperor Zhu Da visited Zhang Dachun, Song Zhexin received a notice from Nanhua Locomotive Factory.
"What, cancel the contract? Where is Manager Chen? I have to see him, we signed a contract!"
The clerk who came to inform him replied casually.
"It's just a letter of intent. Manager Chen is very busy and won't see you. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to court directly!"
After that, the man left. Before Song Zhexin could figure out what was going on, Industrial Bank sent someone to notify him to repay the loan immediately. At the same time, General Machinery Company also urged him to pay the full balance, otherwise it would stop
contract.
The sudden change made Song Zhexin completely confused. He had no idea what happened.
How is this going?
It wasn't until late in the evening that Song Zhexin tried his best to get out of the current situation and made an appointment with his classmate from the business school, and then he learned from him what had happened.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty went to Zhang Dachun's house? He, they know each other? Is this possible?"
"Whether you admit it or not, you shouldn't say that. Besides, if something happens to someone in your factory, you can't just drive them away. Look, you got into trouble, right?"
The visitor shook his head, looked at Song Zhexin who was a little lost, and said.
"No businessman is a traitor, that's what they say, but who in the world wants to deal with a traitor? Brother Song Xian, I won't eat this meal. From now on, let's all go our own ways!"
After that, the man shook his head and sighed, and left.
"What do you mean?"
Do I need to say more?
Obviously there is no need to say more, the two of them will be strangers from now on.
Seeing his classmates leaving, Li Zhexin's expression suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and shouted:
"What! Why do you treat me like this and open the door to do business? Who is not a qualified person? Why do you, a businessman, raise a loser..."
Li Zhexin yelled angrily, slapped the table, and stood up:
"You bastards! You just want to please..."
He originally wanted to say something to please the emperor, but changed his tune.
"It's just to please the workers and the poor. What benefits can you get from trying to please them?"
He admitted that he wanted to please the emperor, but there was a bullshit benefit in trying to please the poor people!
No one answered his question. Although Song Zhexin's eyes showed anger, even he knew that he was finished!
Any anger and filial piety have no meaning at this time. Just a few days later, Song Zhexin fell into bankruptcy. He not only lost the factory, but also lost the house, and lost everything overnight...
This chapter has been completed!