At the entrance of the Zhanan District Environmental Sanitation Management Department, people on strike and protest stood irregularly on both sides of the road. Some gathered together, smoking cigarettes and chatting; some sat in company cars and ate lunches distributed by the organizers;
Some threw protest banners on the ground and played poker in groups.
In short, the overall atmosphere of this strike seems to be very lively, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that this is a rabble.
These more than 400 workers came because they were either people from the leading organization who had an absolute interest relationship with the four companies of Su, Liu, Bai, and Kong, or they were ordinary workers who came to earn generous shutdown subsidies from the four companies. Anyway, everyone came together.
The fundamental reason is still the word profit.
Looking around, there are very few of the more than 400 workers who can really read the protest slogans seriously, and who can truly understand the harm caused by industry monopoly to the bottom. And this is the sad thing, the irony. Life at the bottom
It's difficult, the workers are already very tired, they care more about immediate benefits, and this is more practical.
…
Lu Feng's business car was parked at the corner of the street. He was sitting in the car smoking a cigarette and squinting at the strikers, very quiet.
Outside the crowd, three men in police uniforms walked slowly to the side of the commercial vehicle. The leader, wearing sunglasses, waved towards the car.
These three people are all from the Zhanan District Police Department. They were sent here by the department in the morning to maintain order.
The car window was lowered, and Lu Feng smiled and said hello to the leading police officer on the other side: "Haha, Ermao, come on, get in the car and chat."
"Why did our Changqing Company give such a big deal to four small companies to the general? What happened, Brother Feng?" The leading police sergeant didn't get in the car, but just asked with a smile behind his back.
"They are a bunch of mud-legged, stinky bastards who follow the wind and rain. If someone takes the lead, they will follow suit, haha." Lu Feng replied with contempt in his words: "It will cause trouble for your police department."
"It's not a problem for us. If we don't work here, we have to stay in the office."
"Come on, don't stand around, let me get in the car and chat." Lu Feng opened the door of the business car.
"You two go back first, and I'll go up and talk to Brother Feng." The leading police sergeant told his colleagues behind him, bent down and got into the car.
"Brother, it's really unreasonable to ask you to come here to maintain order for no reason." Lu Feng crossed his legs and looked at the police officer and said: "At eight o'clock tonight, I will set up a table at the Jufu Hotel. I have money and a wife.
Hey guys, call all your friends and let’s get together.”
The police chief laughed when he heard this: "That's not why I came here to find you."
"Hey, friends are friends, and rules are rules. I can't cause you trouble in vain." Lu Feng waved his hand and said, "I must come over."
"Haha, okay." The police chief replied with satisfaction, and also reminded appropriately: "Brother Feng, I will also give you a message. If the management committee can't handle the pressure, and there is no other way, then the police can only do it."
The Service Department and the Superintendent took the lead in mediating this matter. The higher-ups cannot let them make such trouble every day, do you understand what I mean?"
Lu Feng was startled for a moment: "Don't worry, the company will resolve this strike dispute quickly and won't trouble you for too long."
"Hey, that's fine." The police chief nodded.
While the two were chatting, the crowd at the door of the Management Department suddenly became excited. Several leaders shouted, "Changqing Company illegally monopolizes the sanitation industry and exploits workers at the bottom. The management committee must give an explanation!"
"Give me an explanation!!"
"...!"
The shouts came one after another. Lu Feng looked up, pointed at the crowd with a smile and asked the police chief: "Do you think these idiots know what they mean by shouting, and they just start making noises?!"
"They don't know what they're doing. They're content with making thirty dollars a day," the police sergeant replied smoothly.
After he finished speaking, the strong man who had been sent out of the car by Lu Feng got into the passenger seat, nodded and said, "Brother Feng, I remember everything."
"Okay, let these idiots make a fuss, hurry up, haha." Lu Feng's words were full of contempt and disdain for the workers, and this kind of emotion is very strange when you look closely. Because Lu Feng himself is from a grassroots background, he
His starting point is not much higher than that of these workers. It stands to reason that he should feel sympathy for this group of people when he sees them, but now he despises this group of people from the bottom of his heart.
Changqing Company would rather spend a lot of money to arrange judicial relations, and the management would be higher up, but it is not willing to give an extra dollar to the workers at the bottom. This is very similar to the grassroots big guys who were engaged in real estate before the 20th century. They would rather spend money to make peace.
Unwilling to pay wages owed to migrant workers.
So sometimes, this class discrimination may be even sadder.
…
In the Su family compound.
After Su Tianyu had lunch, he walked towards Su Tiannan who was about to go out: "Brother, I have something else I want to tell you."
"What's going on?" Su Tiannan asked.
"Didn't you find Wang Daolin from the Municipal Police Department before?"
"Yes, in order to handle your second uncle's case, I gave him 50,000 yuan." Su Tiannan nodded.
"Wang Daolin is the director of the Criminal Investigation Department, right?" Su Tianyu asked carefully.
"How do you know?" Su Tiannan was a little surprised.
"You mentioned him when you were chatting. I asked Third Sister and checked on the Internet to find out some information about him." Su Tianyu replied softly: "Brother, if you have nothing to do these days, just
Invite him out for tea and get together more often, but never mention the second uncle's case."
"Why?"
"...Second uncle figured out that it is useless for Changqing Company to compromise. In the end, we have to get the nod from the police department." Su Tianyu said clearly: "There is no harm in having more people now."
Su Tiannan fell into deep thought.
"Let's lay the groundwork now so that we can talk about it later."
"Okay, I understand." Su Tiannan nodded heavily: "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to the goods yard." Su Tianyu replied truthfully.
"Pay attention to your safety. Lu Feng will not give up after suffering a loss." Su Tiannan warned: "Ask more family members to go with you."
"Okay, I get it."
"Um."
After the two brothers finished their discussion, they left.
…
In the afternoon, Su Tianyu walked around his garbage dump a few times, wandering around to learn about the operation process of this industry. However, he found that there was basically no threshold for this business, and there was nothing more than hard work.
It’s a technical thing. From garbage collection, to centralized classification, to final processing, 80% of the work must be done by manpower. It is not difficult to understand why this business is so competitive. Because the market plate
It is very fixed, with no room for expansion except for annexation and preemption. Coupled with the low threshold, the internal conflicts within the industry are naturally serious.
At around five o'clock in the evening, Su Tianbei, who was injured, led more than 100 striking and protesting workers back from the district, preparing to have a meal in the factory.
This strike protest not only "commutes to and from get off work" at a fixed time, but also pays money to take care of meals, and even requires cars to pick up and deliver workers. This management model can be regarded as setting a new benchmark for the "service industry".
In the office of the garbage dump, Su Tianyu was about to go out when his second brother Tianbei opened the door and walked in: "Let's go, dinner is ready."
"Let's go, I happen to be hungry too." Su Tianyu came over and asked with a smile: "How are you today?"
"We went there with more than 400 people. After shouting for a whole day, we only met a few small leaders from the Environmental Sanitation Management Department. The big shots were not seen at all." Su Tianbei replied softly: "We also went to the Police Department with ten people.
Several people have talked to our leaders several times. Damn, their words are full of threats."
"Haha." Su Tianyu smiled and said nothing.
"Xiao Yu, is this really effective?" Su Tianbei said in a low voice: "On this day, not only do we have to pay more suspension subsidies, but we also have to provide food and pick up and drop off the car. After all, the daily expenses are quite high.
The big one. I'm afraid that in the end our money will be drained out, and the matter is not resolved, then it will end up being a complete mess."
"You are so anxious. The Management Committee, Police Department, and Changqing Company are more anxious than you!" Su Tianyu replied with a smile: "Believe me, there will be results within a few days. Let's go and eat."
"Okay, let's go!"
The two chatted while walking, and after leaving the main building, they went to the canteen downstairs. Su Tianyu looked at the crowded dining tables inside and outside the room, and said with a smile: "It's quite lively."
"Usually there aren't so many people in the cafeteria, and there's no room in the cafeteria. Come on, let's go to the hut to eat." Su Tianbei and his younger brother were about to enter the small stove in the cafeteria through the side door.
"Bang!"
Just as Su Tianyu was about to take a step towards the door, his whole body was suddenly bounced back.
At the door of the small kitchen, a young man over 190 meters tall with a very strong build said with a simple and honest voice, stammering: "Who...who? Who hit my crotch?"
Su Tianyu was knocked to the ground and took two steps back. He looked up and saw this young man with dark skin and oily hair. He was wearing dirty blue overalls and looked very slovenly: "I'm sorry, brother.
!”
"You... just watch... as you walk, I almost put the vegetable basin on your head." Black Iron Tower replied innocently.
"It's dark in the back room and I didn't see you. Come on, you go first." Su Tianyu stepped aside.
"I'll deliver the food." Black Iron Tower carried the huge vegetable basin on his shoulders and continued walking out.
At this time, the third sister who was preparing food in the room suddenly called out: "Nobita, come to Xiaozao to eat later. There are many dishes here."
"Hey, hey, hello, third sister!" Black Iron Tower replied with a smile on his face as he walked quickly, carrying the vegetables and walked to the workers' area outside the house where they were preparing to start a meal.
Su Tianyu saw that this man spoke a little strangely and his image was too eye-catching, so he immediately asked Tianbei: "Who is this?"
"Wu Shixiong, our worker."
"I think he's...a bit...?"
"Well, he has congenital mental retardation, and his brain is not very... bright." Su Tianbei replied casually.
"...How dare such a person use it? What should I do if something goes wrong?!"
"What could happen? How do you expect to hire college students in this business? Just have the hands and feet to do the job."
The two chatted and walked into the small kitchen in the cafeteria.
In the evening, after the Su family had dinner and most of the workers dispersed, Su Tianbei shouted to the remaining people, "Is there anyone willing to stay on guard duty tonight? Thirty yuan a night."
Heitie Tower was the first to raise his hand when he heard this: "I do!"
…
In this way, two days have passed, and the strike is still continuing. However, Changqing Company and the upper management still have not come up with a solution or attitude to solve the problem.
In the Kong family in Zhanan, a man in his thirties sat on the sofa and asked Kong Zhenghui: "Will it be effective if the Su family takes the lead in doing this?"
"Definitely!" Kong Zhenghui said with his hands behind his back: "Just continue to contact the media in the urban area."
"Why do I think you are more confident than the Su family?"
"The new kid from the Su family is quite interesting. He stabbed Lu Feng but brought our four families together." Kong Zhenghui said lightly, "That's good."
"I've been to the protest sites in the past few days, and I found that the Su family is very caring about the workers. They not only provide food for them, but also pick them up and drop them off in their cars. Should we do the same?" the man asked.
Kong Zhenghui frowned: "No need."
"Okay!" The man nodded.
…
On Saturday, around five o'clock in the evening, the workers who went on strike and protest in front of the management committee gradually dispersed, and Su Tianbei had already led his workers back to the factory.
"Squeak!"
Lu Feng's commercial vehicle stopped in an alley. He turned to look at the five men wearing floral shirts and said, "Go ahead. After you finish your work, I'll invite you to go to the City of Dreams and rip off your pants."