Heavenly Dao Formula

In just one meeting, half of the dozen supervisors disappeared, and the rest dared not move forward any more, and retreated tremblingly.

Because they discovered that this group of guys who couldn't fight back when they scolded or beat them actually dared to attack them!

The first few people who were knocked over were still lying on the ground, moaning and moaning, obviously seriously injured, if any hired worker did not care about the severity, wouldn't they have to confess their lives here?

Bonuses are good, but they are not worth as much as life.

More importantly, even their own leader, Gore, is hiding behind, so why should they fight with these lunatics who have nothing?

Seeing the timid faces of the supervisors, the morale of the workers was greatly boosted!

"You bastard, get out of here!"

"Call someone from Baiguoyuan who can talk things over!"

"It's best to call your boss over here! The factory won't admit its mistake, we won't resume work!"

Momola waved her hand, "Take away the weapons of these people, and return them!"

"okay!"

The six overseers who quickly lost their combat effectiveness were thrown in front of Gore.

Looking at his men with bruised noses and swollen faces, Gore felt the veins popping on his forehead.

He raised his head, stared at Momola and the others, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You are crazy—I really want to tell my brother about this, you will never get good results. It's too late to regret it now!"

"Our thinking will not change." Momola stood up and said, "There is only one possibility for everyone to resume work, and that is to change the past factory practices, cancel those unreasonable rules, and admit all the mistakes you have made. .”

"Who instructed you to do this?" Goyle clenched his fists. It was the first time for him to lose face in front of the hired workers, "Do you really think you can force Baiguoyuan to make concessions? You don't even look at what you are... a bunch of low-level scum! It's easy for the factory to replace you thing!"

"Then replace us quickly, anyway, we don't want to do it with such a small salary!"

"Well said, you can unload the cargo on the ship yourself!"

"Remember not to forget to add water to the steam engine!"

The workers responded with boos.

Gore glanced at everyone bitterly, turned around and walked to the factory, "Let's go back!"

The supervisors were amnesty, and quickly followed the boss out of the shanty town.

"Boss, what can we do now! The fruit ship is still waiting to be unloaded at the pier."

"Six hundred people are exhaling from one nostril, they must have started connecting in series long ago!"

"Damn, why didn't you find out the problem in advance?"

"Then go ask the person on duty a few days ago, I was still guarding the warehouse..."

"Shut up!" Gore yelled impatiently. Apart from shirking responsibility and pretending to be smart after the fact, these people are useless. There were signs of a series connection, but it was a pity that he didn't make up his mind at that time, and locked the horns in a cage to torture them for interrogation. At that time, he thought it was just the people in the production team who wanted to continue to help the expelled guy, but now he realized that he underestimated them.

"Six hundred people, are you all blind!" Gore said viciously, "In fact, there are only a hundred or so who are willing to follow them. There is such a vigorous commotion at the entrance of the shanty town, but there are not many people behind Crowd up to watch the excitement, what does this mean? They have controlled some of the hired workers!"

"Then isn't this hijacking?" a supervisor shouted, "We just need to report to the police station, and we can destroy them!"

"And then? Doesn't the investigation take time?" Gore looked at him like an idiot, "Who is the hijacked person, and who is the hijacking person? They will all be arrested and investigated in prison. I'm afraid it won't take three to five days. It’s all over. What about the goods, let them rot in the factory?”

"But didn't you just say that you want to recruit a group of new workers..."

Gore only felt his blood surge, "Okay, how about entrusting this task to you? If you can't recruit 600 people a day, why don't you come back!"

The latter quickly shut up.

This group of people is simply hateful, Gore cursed secretly, whether it is early or late, it happens to be the time to produce new products. How can the six hundred workers just replace it? What's more, this is not the only factory that produces jam. If the competitors know the details of this matter, it might not take half a month to recruit enough people.

I'm afraid Momola and the others have calculated this point, so they are so confident.

It's beyond what he can do alone.

But when he thought of reporting to his elder brother, Gore couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

Just when he was hesitating, a familiar figure suddenly walked out of the factory door.

"Gore, can you tell me why the factory hasn't started production yet?"

Gore's heart skipped a beat. The person who asked the question was none other than his elder brother, Philip Law, who was also the steward of Baiguoyuan.

His face was very calm, as if he just wanted to know the answer to this matter, but for Goyle who knew the opponent's temper well, this kind of calm was the most terrifying. Philip was always courteous and gentlemanly in his dealings with his guests, and he was rarely seen when he was angry. And Gore remembered very clearly that all hired workers he had seen had basically sunk into the Dragon's Saliva River.

The brotherhood of the two does not come from blood, so he is very afraid that he will also become "unnecessary waste" in the mouth of the other party.

"Brother, listen to my explanation!" Gore saw that it was impossible to hide anything, so he could only bite the bullet and explain the whole story, "...they asked for an interview with you, otherwise they will never resume work."

Philip raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "Oh? There is such a thing?"

"Brother, what do you think we should do?"

He glanced at the supervisors, "Let's talk in the office."

After closing the door, Philip poured himself a cup of tea unhurriedly, "What do you think about this?"

"It was my negligence. I failed to detect their connection in advance, so I made such a fuss for them—"

"Okay." The steward interrupted him, "I didn't ask you this. Although you must be responsible, the punishment you have to bear is the last thing to consider. What I'm asking is the matter itself. Is there any solution?"

"It must be tough to the end, and they must not be made to feel that the factory is weak." Gore said without hesitation. For some reason, Philip was not as annoyed as he expected. This is undoubtedly good news for him, "One factory is not enough, we can transfer people from other factories, or go directly to the black street to recruit thugs. As long as we can get two Three hundred people can defeat the organizers in one go!"

The next time is the execution time. Anyone who takes the lead in making troubles, or who has attacked the supervisors, will all be tied up outside the factory for public display. As for the half-beasts like Momola and Horn, it wouldn't be a problem to beat them to death. Gore is very familiar with such things as killing chickens to warn monkeys. He believes that as long as a few leaders are dealt with, the rest will naturally dispel their delusions.