Although Jing Qingfu can still speak and smoke normally now, when he took the initiative to ask the four brothers how to deal with the problems of the Silver Blood Society, Jing Zhengwu knew that this man who once said he was right in the Jing family was going to die.
Language is a wonderful thing. Once spoken, these fleeting words immediately take on a fixed form and form a binding effect on the speaker.
Jing Qingfu's inquiry was actually a ceremony for the transfer of power.
He exposed his weakness.
There is actually no difference between people. Even if you are proficient in warfare, you are as smart as a demon, and you are charming...but after all, you are only one person, and you cannot control others.
More than a hundred members of the Jing family can firmly support Jing Qingfu, the head of the family who obeys orders, because they believe that Jing Qingfu has the power to make their lives better, and also has the power to make their lives worse than death.
The power gathered by everyone's belief will in turn threaten everyone with fear. Power is so wonderful.
However, once the head of the family is exposed to weakness, and once another heir is worthy of trust, the power condensed by trust will also be transferred to the new head of the family because of trust.
Weak people are like vines. When they see a stronger person appear, they will quietly extend their tentacles.
What Jing Zhengwu has to do is to prove that he is stronger than his father and his brothers... a leader!
"It is not difficult to understand the concerns of the Silver Blood Association, but that is because they have never managed worker slaves." Jing Zhengwu said loudly: "As the saying goes, an army cannot move without a general, and a snake cannot move without a head. Every time a workers' organization makes trouble, it will
There must be a leader they trust and a cadre responsible for connecting all parties."
"As long as the leader is found and bribed heavily, the workers can defeat themselves."
Jing Qingfu asked: "What if the leader is poor and unyielding?"
"It doesn't matter if the leader refuses to give in. We can also bribe the cadres and stigmatize all cadres who do not accept bribes, allowing the bribed cadres to fish in troubled waters."
Jing Qingfu asked again: "What if it is difficult to find the leading cadres, or what if the leading cadres are just targets?"
Jing Zhengwu said with a smile: "Then we bribe and threaten a few ordinary workers. We don't need them to do anything. We just need to spread the news, and then they will be in danger and doubt their colleagues. At this time, we only need to let the past go and let a few
If a bribed person voluntarily withdraws, the wavering majority of people can be divided, and the riot will naturally disappear."
"Or hold a discussion meeting and openly agree to their demands, but keep delaying and not realizing them, and then transfer the leaders and cadres. Then even if the workers find out that they have been deceived, they will not be able to organize again."
"If even this doesn't work...it means the workers have made up their mind." Jing Zhengwu said calmly: "Just call the Heyang army to suppress it."
Jing Qingfu finally nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Zhengwu, you came up with this yourself? The logic is self-consistent and it seems to be a conclusion drawn from practice."
"Yes." Jing Zhengwu said politely: "I helped Third Uncle with advice during the Xiaojiushan workers' riot three years ago. At that time, the workers were very stubborn and the leading cadres refused to negotiate, so we bribed a few weak workers and let them
Fishing in troubled waters and informing us greatly hindered their decision-making time."
"When the workers realized something was wrong and wanted to destroy the mining equipment and escape, the Heyang army we invited had already arrived. Even the brother of the leader of the riot at that time joined us overnight and led the way for the Heyang army to annihilate the resistance hidden in the mine.
Workers suppressed the impact of the Xiaojiushan riot to the lowest point."
Jing Zhengwu seemed to have remembered something and added: "Workers who surrender like this must also vigorously promote and praise them and spread the word, so that everyone knows that those who surrender will enjoy glory and wealth, and those who resist will die without a burial place."
"Very good." Jing Qingqi nodded again and took a sip of Baixia: "Zhengwu is well-founded and well-organized. So, does anyone else have any other ideas?"
Jing Zhengwu glanced at the 'competitors'. Jing Zhengtang was chatting with Fei Wei. Jing Zhengfeng seemed to be thinking about something. Only their eldest brother Jing Zhengwei was still feasting - so confident?
Thinking of his eldest brother's series of unusual performances today, Jing Zhengwu secretly adjusted Jing Zhengwei's threat level to the highest level. He knew that his brother was an extraordinary person, and every move he made had profound meanings. Since his brother had abandoned his former deep demeanor,
, which means that his current posture can earn him more benefits.
After a moment, Jing Zhengfeng said slowly: "Incite confrontation and create hatred."
Jing Qingqi took a sip of Baixia and said, "Tell me and listen."
Although Jing Zhengfeng always said that he will never die, when faced with this question, he answered seriously: "The reason why worker slaves riot is because they have nowhere to vent their grievances, and they will be incited by others in the end."
"Then let them have a place to vent their grievances."
"Let the cadres responsible for supervising work, food and accommodation take the initiative to 'discriminate' against them, either because of their language, their appearance, or even their height... In short, we need to make the workers aware that there are other workers who are living worse lives for other reasons.
Take care of yourself."
"Discrimination leads to confrontation, and confrontation leads to hatred. In the beginning, workers certainly did not dare to lose their temper with supervisors and cadres. They only dared to attack those who received preferential treatment. And those who received preferential treatment would not swallow their anger and would inevitably gather together.
Fight back.”
"At this time, the supervisors can let the workers have some power, such as food. Workers with strong factions can get more and better food for their people, while workers with small factions can only let themselves be bullied...
"
"Of course, the supervisor cannot allow the workers to form a big gang. It is best to have three to four factions in each factory and mine. If any faction is found to be too strong, then encourage other factions to suppress it."
Before Jing Zhengfeng finished speaking, Jing Qingqi couldn't help but applaud: "Wonderful, wonderful!"
"It not only eliminates the grievances of the workers and slaves, but also makes them hate each other. Even if they want to riot, they will not be able to cooperate because of past grievances. It is indeed exquisite...ahem!"
After coughing several times, Jing Qingqing took a sip of Baixia and seemed to regain her breath: "Did you realize this from the Qinghong Gang?"
"Absolutely." Jing Zhengfeng wanted to put the tripod up to show off, but after taking a look at the elder brother next to him, he drank a glass of wine angrily and said, "That's it, I'm done, I'll leave first if it doesn't matter."
"No hurry." Jing Qingqi looked at the other two people: "Do you have anything else to add?"
Although Jing Zhengwu's expression did not change, even with a smile on his face, his heart was turned upside down - you don't need to think about it to know that now Jing Qingqi is even more optimistic about that bastard!
I was actually outclassed by a bastard!
Could it be that Jing Zhengfeng knew his father's test questions in advance, so he answered them so brilliantly? If he could have known in advance, he would have come up with a more subtle solution, but...
"Father, Fei Wei... Fei Wei and I also have an immature idea."
At this time, Jing Zhengtang finally accepted his girlfriend's teachings and stammered, raising his hands and saying.
"Tell me." Jing Qingqi showed a rare smile: "I'm looking forward to it."
"It's like this. Just now, the fourth brother said that the reason why the workers rioted was because they had nowhere to vent their grievances." Jing Zhengtang took a sip of tea and said, "I also agree with this point of view, but I think it is not complete: the reason why the workers rioted
, and because they have no hope.”
"We can give them a hope."
Jing Qingqi frowned slightly: "What hope?"
Old capitalists will be very alert when workers want to suck their own blood.
"Set levels." Jing Zhengtang said: "Take mining workers as an example. Mine workers generally have to work 18 hours. Then we can set three levels, black iron workers, silver workers, gold workers. Black iron workers have to work 18 hours.
hours, silver workers only need to work 16 hours, and gold workers only need 14 hours, but their wages are exactly the same."
"At the same time, black iron workers have no benefits in the mines, while silver workers can take a shower every three days and have one day off per week, and gold workers can take a shower every day and have two days off per week..."
"besides……"
"That's enough!" Jing Qingfu stopped drinking his third son, couldn't help coughing several times, took a sip of Baixia and said: "According to your approach, then our Jing family might as well sell the mine!
"
"Father, Fei Wei's plan has not yet reached the point." Jing Zhengtang accidentally exposed it again, but no one seemed to care: "We can set it so that all workers are black iron workers at the beginning and work for five years.
Only then can you be promoted to silver workers, and you can be promoted to gold workers after ten years of work."
"If you report someone who is against the light, or if you discover someone is collaborating in a riot, as long as the information is accurate, you can be promoted to one level immediately."
"But if there are any violations, such as participating in riots or being lazy, you will be disqualified for promotion."
Having said this, Jingzhengtang stopped.
Jing Qingqi was a little strange: "Keep talking."
"Well, there are many more to come, but I forgot." Jing Zhengtang scratched his head in embarrassment.
Jing Qingfu looked at Jing Zhengtang and Fei Wei angrily, and nodded: "Five years, ten years... very good, very good, Zhengwu, do you know the average working length of ordinary workers in the mines?"
The smile on Jing Zhengwu's face was already very forced: "About two to three years."
"Then the threshold for silver workers can be lowered to three years, and for gold workers to five years." Jing Qingfu said with satisfaction: "We have to let the workers see a hope that seems achievable... Even if the working time reaches three years, whatever
Just making up a violation can directly cancel his promotion opportunities."
"It doesn't matter if the worker runs away. His labor has been basically squeezed out in three years. If he stays, it will just be a waste of food."
"However, one or two silver workers and gold workers can be left in the mines to serve as examples to inspire other workers to strive."
"Very good, very good! Zhengtang, you have never been very lovable since you were a child, but my father has to admit that you have a better eye for women than me!"
Jing Zhengtang chuckled, Fei slightly lowered his head and thanked her.
Then, everyone's eyes turned to the only one among the four brothers who had not yet spoken, Jing Zhengwei, the eldest son of the Jing family.
There were various expressions in the eyes, some were sarcastic, some were resentful, and some were ridiculing.
Only there is no expectation.
Jing Zhengwu's 'coping strategy', Jing Zhengfeng's 'differentiation conspiracy', and Jing Zhengtang's 'hope system' have almost exhausted all possibilities to control workers. What's more, the fact that these three brothers can come up with such a strategy is related to their life experiences.
: Jing Zhengwu participated in suppressing riots at a young age, Jing Zhengfeng worked hard at the bottom for many years, and Jing Zhengtang’s wife is awesome.
Compared with them, Jing Zhengwei has no advantage at all.
Moreover, Jing Zhengwei actually kept feasting. In the eyes of the clansmen, this was simply an attitude of giving up.
"Hmm? Is it my turn?"
Le Yu took a sip of honeyed five-flower tea, blinked at everyone, and said with a smile: "That's my idea..."
Jing Zhengwu, Fei Wei, and Jing Zhengfeng suddenly became aware. They had been secretly paying attention to their eldest brother Jing Zhengwei. Although others thought that Jing Zhengwei had given up on himself, they all thought that Jing Zhengwei was very confident - they believed that the dark and cruel big brother
Young Master Jing Zhengwei cannot be captured without hesitation.
But actually...
The happy saying is that if you have no desires, you will be strong.
Just kidding, you are here discussing how to deal with the working class, am I still going to give you serious advice?
He had no interest in fighting for the head of the Jing family. If it weren't for the purpose of maintaining Jing Zhengwei's character, he couldn't help shouting: "More money! Build a workers' community! Build a workers' primary school! Build a workers' hospital" and other ridiculous things
Spoken.
But when it was his turn to speak, Le Yu had to say something after all, and it couldn't be 'me too' - just like in an exam, handing in a full answer sheet with all the answers wrong is a good attitude, but handing in a blank answer sheet is bad.
Attitude.
Then...let's tell a joke.
"My idea is similar to that of my third brother, but it's not that complicated." Le Yu cleared his throat and said, "I plan to run a newspaper and distribute it to the workers at a low price or even for free. Fortunately, the workers should all be literate.
of."
newspaper?
Everyone was stunned and had no idea what the eldest young master was talking about. Even Jing Qingqi was confused: "What are you talking about?"
"I also want to give the worker slaves a hope, but I don't need to go through the bells and whistles of the system, just rely on pen." Le Yu said: "I plan to serialize these books in the newspaper-"
""Workers do these things and become big mine owners five years later",
"You only complain that you have no money, but you don't consider your own wealth."
"The housekeeper killed these slaves just because he saw that they didn't work hard",
"A slave turns into a big boss, you must know these skills",
"You don't have enough to eat every day because you haven't made up for these shortcomings",
"Workers, the boss asks you this because he wants you to become better",
"Yang Bailao learned to manage himself, and Huang Shiren felt inferior to himself ten years later"
…”
"Who are Yang Bailao and Huang Shiren?" Jing Zhengtang suddenly interrupted and asked.
"Um... there are two people I know. The former is a worker and the latter is a boss." Le Yu said with a dry mouth. She explained after taking a sip of honeyed five-flower tea, then turned to look at Jing Qingqi: "This
That’s just my idea, how do you feel?”
Jing Qingqing raised her right hand tremblingly and pointed at Le Yu: "Zhengwei, you..."
Damn, I'm just talking about jokes. Does this old man want to go crazy after hearing my nonsense? Le Yu's mind suddenly changed, and she thought to herself that she might as well just say, 'I'm the same' and get over it. Now I'm going to piss this old man off.
, what to do next?
"you you……"
Jing Qingqi took a deep breath of Baixia and said loudly:
