Episode 10 "Bright World"

After Niu Zhongqing came out, he immediately called in all the officials under him, and everyone worked together to find a way to raise money to send it to the Lord of Hell. Logically speaking, he can only ask his most trusted subordinates for this kind of thing, but now there is no way, the amount is too high

If it's big, you have to find it. Those who usually share the money are bleeding now.

When several close subordinates heard this number, they all started shouting, shouting that Mr. Mu is too shady, this is simply an open robbery! No wonder he is called "Tiger Mu"!

But except for a few confidants, the other officers in the factory who were not too close to him were all doubtful. They slowly began to wonder if it was a trap set by Master Niu, using this as a cover to defraud everyone of their money? Anyway, we can't ask.

Mr. Mu, how much does it cost?

Niu Zhongqing gradually saw suspicion in the eyes of these people. Regardless of the majesty of his boss, he stood up and shouted loudly:

"What, do you suspect that I lied to you? Let me tell you, I, Niu Zhongqing, swear to God here, 1.6 million, this is the amount Master Mu wants. If I, Niu Zhongqing, say a penny more, I will confiscate my house and exterminate my family!

...Why bother? We have all worked together for so many years. After this level, we still have to work together. Why should I do this kind of thing just for a few dollars? Look, look at it, this morning I just wanted to get into Muhammed.

The tiger door gave away my two thousand jade plaques as a gift!...Why bother?"

When he said this, several of his close subordinates also sighed in agreement. Although the remaining people did not believe it immediately, they also did not have doubts written on their faces.

A group of officials immediately began to discuss how to collect the money. The one who made the most money among these people was the factory director Niu Zhongqing. But although his family had a lot of money, most of them had already bought real estate titles, and now the "live" in his account

"The money" is only more than two million. Of course, even if he can get this money by himself, he absolutely does not want to. In this way, he will have gained nothing for so many years.

Niu Zhongqing was the first to cry for poverty. When he cried for poverty, the people below him would definitely cry for poverty. After some discussion, they only came up with more than 400,000 yuan. This was far from enough.

When Niu Zhongqing saw that it was not working, he took the lead and took out another 300,000 yuan. Then a dozen officials below also reluctantly added some more, making up more than 900,000 yuan. In total, it was only 1.3 million yuan, which was far from 1.6 million yuan.

Still short of 300,000.

However, no matter how hard we mobilize, use reason, move people with emotion, or say all the good things, no one is willing to spend any more money.

It would be unrealistic for Niu Zhongqing to pay for the remaining 400,000 yuan alone. That would be worse than having his skin ripped off. 300,000 yuan is enough for him to work hard for half a year.

Just when the "donation" reached an impasse, a confidant suggested:

"Sir, this is our factory's business. If we bleed, shouldn't we also let those workers bleed?"

As soon as this statement came out, there was silence. Everyone was thinking, those workers only earn one or two yuan a month, how can they bleed?

The confidant continued:

"Sir, we have more than 10,000 workers in our factory, and the annual salary is more than 100,000 yuan. Now the salary for the second half of last year has not been paid, and the salary for this year is still in our hands, which adds up to more than 200,000 yuan.

. Even if they voluntarily donated these 200,000 to support the imperial court's expansion of military production, the total would be over 1.5 million. If we try to scrape together the remaining tens of thousands, how come we can't make up 1.6 million!

What do you say, sir?"

When Niu Zhongqing heard this, he was a little tempted. He also knew that his subordinates often deducted workers' wages. He himself despised the small amount of money, but he did not stop his subordinates from doing so, and the workers did not make a fuss.

What's going on.

But this time it seems a bit big. There are more than 10,000 workers in the factory, and one and a half years' wages are being deducted. Will there be trouble?

Unlike him, his subordinates all agreed and happily encouraged him to do so. This arsenal is like a shrunken Qing Dynasty. These officials are the rulers, the workers are the common people, and the soldiers are the organs of violence.

.It is common sense that the people of the Qing Dynasty are like a group of sheep, swallowing their anger and accepting whatever comes. It is the same whether inside or outside the walls of the arsenal.

Ordinary people, as long as they have some way to survive, will not rise up and cause trouble. Although the wages are "voluntarily" donated, doesn't the factory still take care of food and housing?

Niu Zhongqing originally thought that there was no need to force more than 10,000 workers into a hurry for more than 200,000 yuan. But he thought for a while, what can he do if the workers are forced into a hurry? Nothing can be done. It is nothing more than enduring. Tolerance.

If you can't help it, you can commit suicide. Anyway, there is no place for them to redress their grievances in the Qing Dynasty. Even a three-year-old child knows this. There is definitely no worker who is willing to rebel just for a year's wages.

"Anyone who is unwilling is dissatisfied with the imperial court," Niu Zhongqing also made up his mind and gritted his teeth. "He is slandering the imperial court and his heart is towards Nanming."

Even if workers make trouble, they can arrest dozens or hundreds of them. Those who are arrested can even get their families to send money.

In this way, these officials were happy. They saved more than 200,000 yuan.

…

In the evening, when the arsenal is open for lunch, the several workers' canteens are crowded as usual, noisy, with swear words everywhere, shouting, laughter, and the sound of clinking lunch boxes. Everyone is queuing, pushing and shoving.

Make a meal.

Vegetable steamed buns, porridge, and pickles were the common living standards of workers in the Qing Dynasty.

But for some reason, the canteen gradually became quiet. A soldier with a gun stood in the middle of the canteen hall, holding a piece of paper and reading something.

The cafeteria was very big, and the sound could not be carried far. The workers stared at each other and asked each other quietly. However, the deathly silence quickly spread from the center to the entire cafeteria. After it became completely silent, the only thing that could be heard was the soldier's voice.

The last sentence:

"...I promise that I will do so voluntarily and will never regret it."

Then, the soldier shook the paper and said loudly:

"Okay, this is it. I will give one to each of you immediately. After you sign it, collect it... No one can refuse to sign, and no one is allowed to sign with a false name... Let me tell you, these tricks are of no use at all! You don't

Even if you sign, your salary will not reach your hands...you are still opposing the imperial court...why bother coming?"

The cafeteria became even quieter, no one spoke. The large cafeteria with one or two thousand people seemed to be empty of people at the moment, like a large morgue.

"Your salary will not reach you." Everyone has heard this sentence. Based on rich experience, everyone understands what is going on. We have to voluntarily donate wages again.

"Dang rang rang", a lunch box was thrown on the table somewhere, which was particularly loud in the silent cafeteria.

Everyone looked in that direction, and the soldier also looked in that direction, frowning and saying:

"Who? What's wrong? If you have any dissatisfaction with the imperial court, come forward and say it. If you smash and smash it, who should you show it to?"

A young man's face flushed red, and his chest and shoulders heaved with anger, but he did not dare to stare at the soldier, but just stared at the table in front of him. An older worker next to him kept kicking his feet.

"I...I accidentally took away the lunch box..."

The young man suppressed the suffocation in his chest and said bravely.

…

A dozen soldiers came in, one of them holding a knife of printed matter. This was the "guarantee letter" that had just been printed in the factory this afternoon. Each piece was as big as an octavo sheet, and there were more than 10,000 pieces in total. Here are three thousand of them.

Multiple pictures.

The kraft paper cover was torn open, and about a dozen soldiers each held a pile, shuttled between the workers' dining tables, and quickly distributed it to them.

There are more than 3,000 people in this canteen. If we are slow, we will be punished until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.

But the atmosphere in the cafeteria began to change.

There were screams of surprise everywhere, and after many workers saw the "guarantee letters" in their hands, they immediately threw them away as if they were bitten by a snake, as if they were afraid of having anything to do with them.

But more workers are clutching the "guarantee" tightly, staring at it greedily, for fear that it will be taken away in the next second.

At first, the dozen or so soldiers just buried their heads and distributed the food, but then the sounds around them became more and more strange, and a sound kept reaching their ears, and they looked around in shock, with cold sweat oozing from their bodies.

"Bright world!...Bright world!..."

"The bright world..."

There was a commotion in the cafeteria.

The soldier leader quickly grabbed one and saw that it was not a "guarantee". Instead, it was an eight-fold newspaper, densely packed with typefaces, pictures and texts, and four large characters on the top of the head.

"Bright World"
Chapter completed!