1855 United States Tycoon

Under the iron fist of the big consortium, the underworld organizations that are usually small slaves sitting on rockets—the arrogant and coaxing underworld organizations were almost wiped out in a very short period of time. Those who were lucky enough to escape were also wanted by the state government as a reward. With the support of Scrooge, some "heinous" fugitives were charged a price tag of $500 to $1,000 regardless of life or death. So these fugitives were plunged into the vast ocean of People's War all at once. It didn't take long to turn into corpses one by one and be sent back.

Now, the damn underworld forces that control the railway laborers and suck their blood are finished, and the railway construction is about to be on track.

"In order to prevent other organizations from mixing into the labor force under various names and methods to interfere with our work. We must first establish a union in the railway company." Scrooge said at the summary meeting of the board of directors.

"What? Set up a union? Mr. MacDonald, don't you understand?" William Vanderbilt said, "Union is not a good thing! They can do nothing but make trouble!"

William Vanderbilt is the son of old Vanderbilt and his intended successor. So old Vanderbilt threw him here to exercise.

Before Scrooge had time to explain, Morgan spoke first: "Mr. Vanderbilt, you and Mr. Macdonald don’t cooperate very much. You don’t understand what the union is about. His union and The unions you are familiar with are not the same thing at all!"

"Really?" William Vanderbilt asked questioningly. "Is there any difference?"

"Let Mr. MacDonald tell you this?" Morgan said with a smile.

"Ah, it's okay?" Scrooge said, "For example, if there is a house where no one lives, there are always some messy guys who live in secretly. Is there any way to prevent this from happening?"

"Lock the door," William Vanderbilt said, and then he shook his head. "It's useless, it won't prevent those thieves. Come on, Mr. MacDonald, you can just say the answer."

"The way is to find someone to live in." Scrooge said, "A factory without a union is like that house. There will always be malicious guys outside who want to come in. But if we make one ourselves Taking orders with our union is like putting one of our people in this house. It’s not that easy for others to get in. In my other factories, they do this. Although it costs a little bit Money, but compared to the price used to deal with other unions, it is still very cheap."

William Vanderbilt thought for a while and said: "Since I have had successful experience, then I don't have any comments."

"Brothers, my name is Boll. I am a member of the Union Pacific Railroad Union. I am here on behalf of the union to welcome everyone to join the company and join our union." A bearded man was speaking to this big group of new workers.

"First of all, what I want to tell you is that although the wages here are high, the labor intensity is also very high. The rule of the bosses has always been'Whoever wants my money, I want his life'. So, I advise everyone. Don’t work hard for more money. Do it for a few months, and if you make a little money, you quickly switch to another job. I’ve seen people who are exhausted because they want to make more money. This is a terrible thing. ." Ball continued.

"Really?" someone asked.

"Of course it is true." Ball replied, "The government gives the railway company a discount to get land within 150 on both sides of the railway free of charge. You can ask about this, it is easy to verify. But the government does not stipulate where to get from. Wherever it goes, it belongs to Central Pacific Company. Wherever the two companies meet, there is a boundary. So the faster you fix it, the more the bosses earn. In this case, Of course they will use you to death. The reason why they pay you higher wages than other places is because of the high labor intensity."

The people below all talked in a low voice, and after a while, someone said: "Sir, can you tell us how long ordinary people can support you?"

“Everyone’s situation is different. But it’s usually about four months.” Boll replied, “If you keep working on it, there may be problems anytime. The working places are all in the field, and the conditions are difficult, and it’s easy to get sick. If you are in poor health, you may be prone to trouble when you get sick. Although the salary is a bit higher, it is actually much more dangerous than other jobs. You are all immigrants who have just arrived in the United States, in order to make your first money quickly It's good to have some hardship, but it's boring to do it for a long time," Ball replied.

"Thank you for your advice, Mr. Ball, you are such a good person!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Where and where, I am a member of the union. The union has taken everyone's dues. I naturally want to serve the workers wholeheartedly." Bohr replied modestly.

In fact, these statements of Boll were all made by Scrooge and the others to make them follow them. Scrooge has already planned to give the workers a lot of pills (of course, the amount is not comparable to the deliberate pursuit of refreshing drugs). In order to avoid a large-scale drug addiction, he will have to Replace a group of workers. With Boll’s propaganda, the issue of large-scale replacement of workers is easily understood and accepted by workers, reducing unnecessary friction. At the same time, if workers feel unwell after leaving, they will probably think that they are too tired. And for those who appeared abnormal due to drug addiction, and finally died of a sudden illness, no one would have thought that the company was killing people.

Moreover, Boll's remarks are all "wholeheartedly" for the workers. In this way, they can naturally get the support of workers, whether it is to maintain labor order or deal with other unions, it will be much more convenient.

"Attention! It's falling!" Brian the lumberjack shouted loudly. Another tall fir fell to the ground. Bryant can't remember how many trees he cut down today. He only felt that his body was full of strength, no matter how many trees were cut down, he wouldn't be tired.

"The Dali pills the company gave us is really a magical medicine! It's a pity that those bosses are stingy, and they give it a little every day." While thinking, Brian picked up his own axe and walked towards the tree in front.

Winter is coming, they must quickly cut down a bunch of big trees and send them back to build houses. Otherwise, in this unobstructed plain, leaning on a few tents to spend the winter, it would definitely freeze to death. The geographical feature of United States is different from China. It basically has no east-west mountains. This makes the hot air go northward in summer, and the whole United States can be half-to-dead from the heat to the north. In winter, the cold air goes southward, unobstructed. The south is also quite cold. As for the north, it can freeze people’s noses. In addition, the dimension of the Pacific Railway is already relatively high, but it is even colder. In winter, a cold wave comes and the temperature drops to more than 20 degrees Fahrenheit. It is about minus 30 degrees Celsius. This kind of severe cold is not something that a tent can withstand.

After the big tree was brought down, someone came up to chop off its branches, then cut it into several sections, put it on a wagon, and then tied it with rope and sent it back to the camp.

"Hey! Brian, cut down this tree and you can call it a day. There is still a way to go back. And it's getting dark, I don't want to really meet a grizzly bear or something." Shouted Dundee, the guard of MacDonald's rifle.

"Okay, it's about to be chopped down soon!" Brian replied loudly, while wielding the axe vigorously. As the axe swung, the light yellow pieces of wood fell one after another. After a while, with a crackling cracking sound, the fir also fell to the ground.

"Okay, let's come and finish processing this tree, and then we can go back!" Foreman Enrique shouted. The workers rushed up, cut off the branches, then used a saw to gather the tree trunk into three sections and put them on the cart.

Under the golden red light of the sunset, several carriages began to move towards the camp in the distance. The workers all sat on those logs and chatted with each other.

"I heard that Kobe Blacksmith is leaving. Do you know?" a person said.

"Kobe Blacksmith is leaving? Hasn't he been working for four months yet?" Another person asked hurriedly.

"A blacksmith is a hard job. He does too much work every Heavenly Stems. Two ordinary blacksmiths do not do as much as he alone. But he also gets more wages than two ordinary blacksmiths. But people are not hard-working after all. The last time Mr. Ball from the union brought the doctor to do a check-up for everyone-the union was really good and won the opportunity for us to get a doctor check. In the end, the results of their check-up turned out that Kobe was almost unable to withstand it. So. Although Kobe still wanted to make more money, after two weeks of dying, he was still moved by Boll. He planned to settle his own wages as soon as possible and was ready to leave. However, the money he made was enough for him to find In a small town, take a rest first, and then open a smithy to continue ironing."

At this time the camp is already in sight. The boys are already thinking about returning to the camp, having dinner, and then calculating how much money they have earned and when they can leave to live their own lives. Then pour it on the Chase shop and put on Mei (river crab) to sleep beautifully.

Only after they entered the camp, they found that the atmosphere in the camp was a bit weird.

"What's wrong, Harry! What happened?" Enrique asked when he jumped off the carriage and caught a worker.

"Kobe suddenly fell ill and passed out into a coma. Mr. Ball and Mr. Iverson each rode a horse and went out to find a doctor. They didn't know if it was too late..."

When it was just dark, Boll and Iverson came back, and there was also a Doctor Hill who caused them to come back together. Dr. Hill looked at Kobe's doctor and concluded that excessive fatigue caused a decrease in resistance, and then suffered a cold. So I fell ill. The conditions here are so bad, he thinks Kobe is probably very dangerous.

He prescribed some medicine to Kobe, and after it was poured down, Kobe woke up another day, but his limbs were weak and he couldn't get up. He could only cough and tell the workers who were watching him that he hoped that he would find a small town after he recovered, slowly recover, and then continue to strike the iron.

"Kobe, you will definitely get better, and then continue to hit the iron, hit a lot of iron!" The workers all said to him. However, after another three days, Kobe died.

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