Little Lord

Lightning was also confused for a moment. Subsidy? Housing allocation? Five social insurances and one housing fund? These words were so unfamiliar.

"We don't need a permanent residence," Lightning said.

They are used to wandering, used to being expelled, and used to settling down in corners where no one pays attention.

The president also tried to introduce her to many people, but she was not used to the kind of life that was watched by others.

She could keenly sense the contempt and disgust in the other person's eyes, and once she had felt that feeling, she would never want to experience it again.

They are still more suitable to hide in the dark.

Jiang Zhuozhuo understood that this meant no house. She thought that the benefits of working in the Imperial Capital would be very good. After all, Huo Weiler once revealed that he had a house in a prosperous area of ​​the Imperial Capital!

There is definitely no five social insurances and one housing fund, because when she first brought up this matter, Maine had been busy with it for a long time.

The money spent on it is not much, but the difficulty lies in establishing a complete welfare system in the territory.

Although their territory is remote, there are quite a lot of bird species in total. Now they can only include registered employees in this welfare system.

The remaining birds can only wait for more jobs to appear.

Jiang Zhuozhuo waited for Lightning to talk to him about the salary issue again.

Lightning felt that this topic was not suitable for further discussion and refused to continue answering: "Your question will cause us to lose our jobs. No boss will allow employees to discuss salary and benefits with outsiders."

Although there are generally no such strict requirements, Lightning has no friends and naturally has never violated this important rule of the workplace.

At the same time, she did not allow her tribe members to disclose these matters to outsiders.

Jiang Zhuozhuo had no work experience at all. Hearing this, he turned around and asked Horville, who had worked in the Royal Knights, "Is that so?"

Hoville thought about it and gave a positive answer: "Generally speaking, that's right."

Jiang Zhuozhuo said, "If you can't talk about it, forget it. I'll ask Sister Lola and Wilde about the normal treatment in the industry." After she said this, she suddenly felt that this topic was not impossible to continue talking about. "Then why don't you talk about your own salary and treatment, but talk about the general treatment? This shouldn't be against the rules!"

There was a moment of lightning silence.

She had no idea how her peers were treated.

She has been working hard since she joined the newspaper.

Even though the news materials they collected at the beginning were almost unusable, the president did not fire them. Instead, he comforted them in a friendly manner for a long time, saying that they had no experience in this field and it was normal for such a situation to occur.

Later, the president asked several senior colleagues to give them individual training and tell them how to keenly grasp the hot news.

Nothing is more important than popularity. Only if The Sun Weekly maintains sufficiently high sales can the newspaper continue to operate normally.

The president said that this was a newspaper for the common people, providing jobs for tens of thousands of common people like them. In comparison, what was the harm in making up some eye-catching gossip about nobles? As a noble himself, he could not stand the decadent life of those guys!
Every young crow is educated in this way, and they all believe that they are doing something very noble and pure.

As for the fact that their lives were a little harder, their treatment was a little worse, their social status was a little lower, and they even had to sleep in the open air year after year - these were not important at all. What was important was that they wanted to make The Sun Weekly bigger and stronger!
They don't care how much money others make or how much praise they receive. They don't work for money and fame.

Lightning told Jiang Zhuozhuo his thoughts truthfully.

Jiang Zhuozhuo stood in awe.

Do such selfless people really exist?

Jiang Zhuozhuo objectively evaluated their behavior: "Work hard for the boss's rise!"

"If you don't work hard and I don't work hard, when will the boss get rich?"

"You work overtime, I work overtime, and the boss lives in a big villa!"

lightning:"……"

Very, very harsh words.

Lightning tried to persuade Jiang Zhuozhuo: "Our president's ideals cannot be measured by money. He is fighting for job opportunities and voice for us ordinary people."

Ding!
Capture the key words, ideal!
Jiang Zhuozhuo looked at the Crows with sympathy in his eyes.

What does it mean when your boss starts talking to you about ideals?
It means he doesn't want to give you a raise!
In order to avoid causing unrest within the Crow Tribe, Jiang Zhuozhuo lowered his voice and asked the tribe leader Lightning, "You have worked at the Sun Weekly for so many years, you haven't never had a salary increase, right?"

lightning:.

Jiang Zhuozhuo got the answer from Lightning's expression, but she was a very considerate bird and would never deliberately poke anyone in the pain point.

She didn't even have the heart to continue asking about the Crow Tribe's specific salary, so she nodded and said, "I understand. You work so hard not for a raise, but for your ideals."

Lightning was silent.

Jiang Zhuozhuo didn't continue talking to her about salary and benefits because the second pot of skewers was ready!

In view of the Crows' incredibly fast food-grabbing speed, Jiang Zhuozhuo said seriously: "I have to take it first this time. You can take it after I have taken it!"

After she finished speaking, she secretly glanced at Huo Weiler, and when she saw that Huo Weiler did not stop her from taking the food, she quickly took two skewers of each and put them on her plate.

You must have everything, not even a single string can be missing!
I have collected a whole plate of skewers, and I am so happy that my eyes are filled with tears.

Hoville: "..."

This would make him feel that they were being too harsh on the bird.

In fact, as long as her demands are not excessive, everyone has been very indulgent towards her.

Howell also took some to his plate.

This kind of food doesn't seem to have much beneficial effect on the bird tribe's eyes, and even has a certain negative effect on their spiritual consciousness.

However, the knights of the Heitlinger family are never picky about food, as long as they can supplement the nutrients needed by the body.

Jiang Zhuozhuo was full and satisfied, and turned into a small round bird, lying there motionless.

The heat from the fireplace made it drowsy.

The crows were a little nervous.

What happened? Is there something wrong with the food?
After meeting the worried gazes of the Crows, Howell paused and answered their questions: "I feel sleepy after dinner."

A tone that was not surprising. The Crows: "..."

Everything that happened today was extremely unfamiliar to them.

Whether it was the Ninth Princess who came to their base in person, or the knight in front of them who had appeared on the front page of "Sun Weekly" many times, they were completely different from their previous perceptions.

They thought Hörveler Heitlinger would hate the Crow Clan, after all, they had programmed him so many times for sales.

But they saw no emotion in Hoveler's eyes.

Although I can't say I like it, I don't despise it or hate it either.

He didn't even mind eating at the same table with them.

Jiang Zhuozhuo stretched out for a while, and the sleepiness after dinner finally went away.

The little round bird stood up again.

My brain started to work at high speed.

She looked at the crows with eyes that were abnormally bright.

These are more than twenty cultural birds that have received education, can write and draw, and have rich imaginations (they are very good at describing pictures)!

Now that we are here, shouldn’t we make some contribution to the Woye Province?

Jiang Zhuozhuo originally wanted to talk to the crows about welfare, but then he realized that the crows are not ordinary birds. They are birds that do not ask for anything in return, do not pursue fame or fortune, and devote themselves wholeheartedly to realizing their boss's ideals!

So Jiang Zhuozhuo immediately changed the words that were about to come out of his mouth -

Birds also have ideals, help the birds!
Crow tribe:?!
Jiang Zhuozhuo kept chattering——

You're going to stay here for a month, and you've got nothing to do anyway, so it's no problem for you to help teach a few groups of students, right?

What do you think you can't accomplish in a month?
No, no, no, last time Maine and his team only spent one month to train a group of birds that could be responsible for a bird census!

One month!

Enough to create many miracles!

Aren't you going to fight for the future of the common people? Then you've made the right choice to come to Woye Province. The highest title here is only Viscount, and the number of nobles is pitifully small. The whole place is full of common people!

I swear in the name of the lord that if you open a class, all the students will be commoners, and I will never allow you to have even a single noble student.

As long as the students you train can pass the assessment, they can immediately become full-time employees!

They will have sufficient salary, subsidies, vacation and corresponding five insurances and one fund.

Although you certainly don't care about this little bit of benefit, the local birds here still want it very much. Now we have hundreds of birds queuing up for each position.

Alas, the territory's economic development is not good enough and job opportunities are in short supply!

The crows looked at their leader Lightning with complicated expressions.

I want to say something, but I don’t know what to say.

They love to live in groups, usually follow the orders of the clan leader and rarely have their own ideas.

But now they actually want to... come to the Woye Province to look for jobs.

After all, they are out of tune with the imperial capital and no one looks up to them.

They have neither their own house nor their own savings, and only receive occasional praise and encouragement from the president.

I heard that the houses here are very cheap, and there is an urgent need for talent. As long as you can write and do math, you will be given priority for employment.

These were the discussions they heard while lurking in the streets and alleys, all from the mouths of ordinary people.

There are no arrogant or complacent nobles here, no extravagant banquets and entertainments, and everyone is working hard to live a better life.

Although the climate in the fertile province was so cold, they felt that there was a fire burning in this place.

It seemed to be turning into a raging fire.

Smelling the slightly spicy lingering fragrance in the house, they suddenly wanted to live a more down-to-earth life.

I don't want to eat the cake painted by the president.

But as long as Lightning, the tribe leader, didn't speak, they didn't say anything.

Lightning certainly noticed the crows' emotions.

She was silent for a moment, and could only say to Jiang Zhuozhuo: "Let's think about it."

Jiang Zhuozhuo nodded in understanding. Taking private work must be discussed with everyone before taking it.

Otherwise, if someone is unhappy and tells his boss about it, he will be fired!

Jiang Zhuozhuo greeted Huo Weiler considerately: "Let's go, we'll go back first."

All the crows watched the two of them leave together, and they suddenly realized that no sensational headlines that could trigger public opinion popped up in their minds.

It was as if the sales of The Sun Weekly had nothing to do with them anymore.

……

Jiang Zhuozhuo didn't know what he had done. When he and Huo Weiler were flying back, he murmured to him: "Do you think they will agree? They are all people with ideals. They can volunteer to work overtime for the president of Sun Weekly. Why can't they take private work for the great ideals of our Woye Province!"

HOWILLER: .

This shouldn’t be a question of whether or not to take private work.

What we should consider now is... can the Sun Weekly still be so popular without the cheap labor force of the Crow Clan?

(End of this chapter)