The first force Dick visited was a militia union organized by low-level port workers.
In Dick's view, the militia unions were just a bunch of beggars.
Such an organization is nothing more than a group of workers who don’t have enough to eat, organized into a large begging organization.
But when he thought about what happened to him the last time he tried to win over this union, Dick suppressed the anger in his heart.
If the port didn't need these people as labor force now, Dick would have sent the British army to suppress it.
None of these so-called militias can survive!
As the leader of the militia union, York personally met with Dick.
York called Dick very affectionately: "Oh, isn't this our dear good man, Mr. Dick? The money you gave away last time was not much, are you here to give it away this time?"
Upon hearing this, Dick's face darkened and he ignored him.
Like the owner here, he walked into York's office without waiting for York's invitation and sat directly in York's seat.
Seeing that his seat had been usurped, York didn't show any anger. On the contrary, he smiled with the corners of his mouth raised and sat opposite Dick very casually.
Dick glanced at him, assumed the posture of a superior, and said: "I have only one purpose for coming here this time."
"Your workers must admit that the British rule here now."
"I am your city lord!"
York didn't refute. He spread his hands and said, "I agree with everything you said."
Dick's face relaxed, he leaned back and looked at York with his nostrils, and said indifferently: "Okay, gather your workers and go work for our British ship."
York stood up and snapped his fingers outside the door.
Then he returned to the house and sat down again.
Dick looked at York who had returned, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Why don't you want to?"
"No, I am very willing to gather my worker friends and work, but there is a prerequisite for all this."
York narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled: "We have to get the salary we deserve."
Dick frowned and straightened his body to stare at York's face, the anger in his heart being slowly ignited.
"I paid you money, but you didn't work for me!" Di Ke said coldly.
York sneered, Dick did pay, but the amount paid was pitiful, and they, the laborers Aoba, often did not get the wages they deserved.
At this time, the workers summoned by York poured in. Dick looked over, his eyes turned cold, and he shouted: "York, I'm warning you, Nashadir has left, and now this city is under the control of us Britons.
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"If you want to do something, I advise you to give up this unrealistic idea."
"I have the final say here, tell your people to retreat!"
York looked at the angry Dick calmly and said with a smile: "Then we will follow Master Dick's order. Brothers, please retreat."
No one moved, these people were still staring at Dick's face.
Dick's face darkened.
"York, you know the consequences of irritating me."
York chuckled and said: "Maybe the general took my seat, or else the general personally issued the order to see?"
"You're kidding me!" Dick shouted angrily.
"Heh." York smiled disdainfully.
Dick's face was as dark as iron, his fists were clenched and turned white, and his body was trembling with the anger in his heart. His teeth were clenched tightly, and his raging throat wanted to give orders to these workers.
But these workers couldn't possibly listen to him.
York is playing tricks on him.
York's expression changed and he was no longer as respectful as before. He said coldly: "If you don't dare, just get out of the way and don't sit in my seat!"