Cosma Empire

"Simon, have a drink tonight?"

In the shade of the construction site, Simon was squatting in the corner smoking a cigarette while he was busy. The sunlight outside was too strong, making the whole construction site look like a steamer. The ice cubes were brought in truckload after truckload. In order to avoid heat stroke, the workers wrapped the crushed ice cubes in towels and put them on hard hats. The blazing sunlight will make the ice cubes melt continuously, so that the ice water can continuously drip down, continuously taking away the heat from their bodies.

Although the summer work is very hard, but the money from the employer is very generous, everyone works hard, isn't it just to make more money?

As the foreman of this construction site, many workers were residents of the town where Simon used to live. Because he was eloquent and not stage frightened, he gradually became a foreman and led everyone to find work together.

He turned sideways and raised his head to glance at the guy standing next to him, then looked away, "I don't have time tonight, I have to catch up with the work schedule."

He doesn't like people from the trade union. It's definitely not good for these people to come here on their own initiative. He has also encountered such a thing before. People from the trade union asked him to put pressure on the employers together. At the beginning, when he just came out to work, he foolishly took the words of the workers' union seriously, and he didn't know much about these things, so he was stupid followed. It's true that their salary was a bit more later, about 5%, but the problem was that he was originally given three phases of the project, but he was let out after the end of the first phase.

He gradually understood that no one in this world is a fool, no matter whether he puts pressure on those workers or others, the unlucky ones will always be the workers in the end.

As for workers' unions?

They must have "again" won the war with the capitalists, and have received widespread attention and praise from the society. No one will care about the lives of the workers.

Seeing that Simon didn't seem to be interested, the guy in the suit and leather shoes smiled, nodded and prepared to leave, "This time is an activity for the president of the union to nod. You are a worker representative of the union. If you don't participate in group activities, you can score It will be reduced, maybe it will be relegated." When he said this, he smiled, "I know what you are worried about, don't worry, I promise that after this event, no one will be forced to leave here, and you will still Find more than enough jobs here!"

This sentence is not aimless. Once the strike is successful, the union will suppress the city hall and capitalists. If they want to start work, they must bow to the union. When the time comes, contact one or two smaller-scale projects, and let's cooperate. I'm not afraid that those capitalists will not bow their heads, and I'm not afraid that Mayor Dulin in the city hall will not bow their heads. What's more, the president of the trade union federation personally nodded and agreed to this matter, and there will never be any problems.

Once the trade unions firmly control the labor market in Odis City, the trade unions will become very important in this city. Just like many cities, they can even influence the direction of politics and public opinion when necessary. guide.

Simon hesitated, and the guy in the suit and leather shoes took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Eight o'clock in the evening, Old Tom's Tavern!" After speaking, he waved his hand and left.

Simon sucked his last few puffs of cigarettes with a sullen head, pointed at the two young men who had just come out of the town, and walked over with a straight face, "Don't be lazy, you two, and be careful if you are lazy, I will write to your parents! "

The workers on the entire construction site suddenly burst into laughter, and the two young men's faces turned red, ashamed, wishing they could find something to get in.

After finishing work in the evening, Simon found a few old guys together and told them what happened in the afternoon, hoping that everyone can discuss and come up with an idea. This is his usual approach. After all, they are all from the same place, and they have worked together for several years, and they know each other well. He is not the kind of dictatorial foreman, which is why everyone is willing to follow him.

"I reckon it has something to do with the accident a few days ago..." The oldest man, a half-grown man, took two puffs of his bong with a satisfied expression on his face. Otis is unbearably hot during the day, but at night it looks different, especially cool. He smiled with a calm look that had already seen through the glitz of the world, and said: "You can go and have a look first, and listen to what those guys have to say. If it is good for us, we will participate, if it is not good for us, we will participate Don't participate, it's as simple as that!"

Several other people seem to have the same opinion, Simon made up his mind, if it is not a bad thing, he will participate. If it is not a good thing, then he will stay away from it.

In the evening, Simon wore a coat and came to Old Tom's Tavern. He was a little surprised when he stood at the door, but he was a little dumbfounded when he opened the door. The small tavern was full of people, and he knew more than a dozen of them. I met them when I was working at Nami Lindes, and they were both foremen. He squeezed into a friend with a fairly good relationship and sat down, ordered a glass of wine, and asked in a low voice: "What is the union going to say today? Why are there so many people?"

His friend smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's a good thing!"

"A good thing?" Simon stood up quickly before finishing his sentence, took a half-sprinkled glass of wine from an old woman who seemed to be in her seventies, and politely said thank you before sitting down again. "How good is it?"

His friend glanced back at the innermost seat of the tavern and said, "Do you know the guy who fell from a height a few days ago?" Simon nodded, almost most of the workers had heard of it Many people feel sorry for him. After all, every worker is the backbone of a family. Once he loses the ability to work, the whole family will face great difficulties in the future.

The man continued: "Buccio said that neither the city hall nor the employer seems to plan to pay medical expenses and other compensation. They said that the guy's fall was his own problem, and it was not an injury caused by work, so not only There is no compensation, and even the medical expenses need to be paid by the guy himself. Bujo talked with the mayor, and the mayor's attitude is very tough, so he plans to launch a strike to make the city hall and the employers give in."

"It's a good thing for us, we can get a little salary increase by the way, and we don't have to worry about accidents."

Originally, Simon planned to stay out of the matter, but after hearing what his friend said, his inner sense of justice suddenly overflowed, and he felt that what his friend said was correct. If the city hall and the employers have a bad attitude and are unwilling to compensate and shirk their responsibilities, then they must not be fooled so easily, and they must be made aware of the power of the working class.

It was around 8:30 in the evening that Bujo arrived at the tavern. At this time, more than 50 foremen had gathered in the tavern, and there were more than a dozen foremen who clearly expressed their unwillingness to participate in any actions of the trade union. Bu Qiao didn't mean to force them, but he had already drawn an X for these people in his heart, and he would never give them generous job resources in the future, he swore!

"Thank you for coming to listen to this guy talking nonsense after a tiring day. I am very grateful to you, thank you!" He passed through the crowd and stood on the steps of the stairs inside, "I think I put The reason everyone is called, everyone knows, yes, we need justice for our wounded commons. Those hateful capitalists and snobbish city halls can spend money on squandering food, drinking and entertainment, but they are not willing to pay for a A worker in need takes responsibility for what they should have done.”

"Since they are unwilling to do this, then we need to use our strength to make them understand that we are not nothing, we are not weak!"

"We working class will always be a powerful force. We don't want to show our edge all the time, but we don't mind showing our muscles when necessary!"

"strike!"

Bujo looked at the foremen solemnly, "Strike! Only a strike can make them understand what they did wrong. Justice and justice are on our side. The president personally instructed that he would support our strike , some other social groups will also support us. We are not seeking more wages, nor pursuing better benefits, we just want to seek justice for our injured workers!"

This was destined to be a sleepless night for many people, including Bujo himself who didn't fall asleep until very late, especially when he just returned to the workers' union, when the lawyer handed him the application for the parade approved by Du Lin himself, He was even more confused.

He already knew that Du Lin had a very tough character, and he also knew that the mayor liked to pick words, so he filed an application form before the parade as required by law. He didn't think that During would approve it. In his mind, During might not approve the union's application. But it doesn't matter, he has already contacted the President of the General Assembly, and he will apply directly to the state, and if the state disagrees, he will apply to a higher level.

It's just that he never thought that Du Lin would agree, why would he agree? Or maybe he has some conspiracy, or he has realized the seriousness of the problem and is ready to compromise?

Bujo didn't know all this. The only thing he knew was that it was approved. In two days, he would hold a huge strike parade. Maybe he would know what Du Lin was thinking by then. At the same time, Du Lin will also know that no matter what schemes he has, in front of tens of thousands of workers, any scheme is as fragile as a piece of toilet paper, unable to withstand the impact of the rainstorm!

The next day, the sun was still rising, and there was no weird atmosphere in the city of Otis. The workers at every construction site were working hard, and no one was slacking off. Everyone is cheering up, waiting for the moment when the sun will rise dozens of hours later.

[Strikes are strikes, marches are marches]

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