Heavenly Dao Formula

A quarter of an hour later, personnel from both sides of the negotiation gathered in the largest hut in the shanty town to officially start the first negotiation. The representatives of Baiguoyuan were Gore and Philip, and the workers were the three initiators of the Relief Society.

Although this shed has been specially tidied up, due to the lack of hard supports such as beams and columns, the surrounding is mainly made of wooden planks, so the height is only about half of the normal house, and you have to lower your head when entering the house to avoid bumping into ceiling. In addition, the ventilation is extremely poor, and the muddy ground under the feet has been soaked in sewage all year round, and there is always a lingering sour smell in the house.

Gore frowned, his face was full of disgust, and he couldn't find a place to sit down after entering the room for a long time.

"Why, aren't you used to it? This is the house where the hired workers have lived for a long time." Momola sneered, and asked the people outside to find two pieces of linen that were a little cleaner to use as cushions for the other party.

"I don't need it." Philip sat across from the three of them with a natural expression, as if he didn't care that his gray gentleman's clothes were stained with dirt. "This kind of environment is just commonplace for me."

Hmph, bluff.

Momola and Horn came up with this idea at the same time.

It was Mrs. Karan who said, "The steward was joking. You have a good house in the upper city, and your salary is enviable. How could you be used to our residence?"

"The present does not represent the past." Philip took off his leather gloves and put them in his pocket, then spread out his palms to the three of them, "If I said that I used to live on the edge of the bottom, worrying every day whether I would survive to see the sun tomorrow, Would you believe it?"

Momola couldn't help frowning.

I saw that the hands were covered with all kinds of scars, including knife wounds, burns, and even a trace of corrosion. To some extent, the ups and downs it has experienced are even worse than the workers in Pagoda.

"You used to be a hired worker too?" Horn asked.

"That's not true. It's a more dangerous job than a hired worker. If you are not careful, you will lose your bones." The steward sighed softly. "The situation improved after being promoted by a nobleman."

"If that's the case, then why do you still want to formulate such harsh regulations to help Azie oppress us?" Momola asked.

"Experience is experience, responsibility belongs to responsibility." Philip replied frankly, "Of course, I also understand your situation and suffering, so I explained the situation to the boss immediately. Now, if you have any requirements, you can ask them gone."

This person... doesn't seem to be that difficult?

Momola thought to herself, she thought that the manager was a more vicious and vicious opponent than Gore, but she didn't expect to have her own principles?

Having said that, she found that she really didn't know much about Philip. He was mainly responsible for receiving guests and negotiating business, and rarely dealt with hired workers directly.

"Momora, tell me." Both Horn and Mrs. Karan turned their attention to Catwoman.

The latter nodded, took a deep breath and said, "First of all, the factory must withdraw the punishment order for dismissing Lars, Mollier and others, and compensate them for the corresponding number of days' wages. It will cause them to be hungry and steal fruit, and it is the factory that is at fault, not them."

"I can agree to this." Philip responded readily, "but I have to say that the arrears of wages is not due to Gore's deliberate doing so. It takes time for the funds to turn around, and sometimes His Excellency Azie cannot guarantee that he has enough work in his hands." money, so next time the same situation happens again, the hired workers who have difficulties can ask us, and we will distribute food for accounting as appropriate. As for the fruit used to make the sauce, it’s better not to touch it.”

"..." Momola blinked, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The attitude of the other party can be said to be sincere, and the matter is very thoughtful, which is not at all like the feeling of a factory on weekdays.

"Why, is there something wrong?" Philip asked.

"Uh...you can do this, naturally it's great."

"You don't need to worry about this. I have already communicated with His Excellency Azie. As long as I can make a decision, it can be regarded as a formal agreement." He paused, "Do you have anything else to mention?"

"Of course." Momola coughed twice, put aside unnecessary distractions, and relisted everyone's demands in her heart, "The second is to abolish the supervision system, and no longer innocently beat and flog workers. Supervisors are not superior to everyone. We are human beings, not animals in cages."

"It's impossible!" Gore retorted on the spot, "If there is no supervisor, who will guarantee that you will not play tricks and be lazy? Do you rely on your self-consciousness? Brother, if this is promised to them, the whole factory may be in chaos!"

"You can let the workers manage the workers themselves." The horn said, "Using torture is not beneficial to production except to create panic and pain. You are just using this charter to satisfy your own pleasure intentionally!"

"Okay." Philip interrupted the dispute between the two sides, "I already understand this, but the factory system has lasted for a long time, and it is not appropriate to cancel it all suddenly. It is better to make a compromise, and the supervisor is not allowed to do anything to the employees for the time being. , Employees can also participate in production management, and if the production efficiency does not drop for a period of time, it will not be too late to turn it into a formal regulation. So you don’t have any objections, do you?”

"How long is a period of time?" Mrs. Callan asked carefully, "We need an exact answer."

"Two months, how?"

The three looked at each other and confirmed their thoughts with each other, and finally Momola replied, "I hope it can be written in the note."

"No problem, it's a matter of course."

"We have a third request, which is also the last one." Seeing that the steward agreed, Catwoman continued, "Employees usually only work until they are about 30 years old, but they don't have much salary in their hands. Such treatment is not fair. It can be said that the factory must increase the daily wages before we are willing to fully resume work.”

Philip asked calmly, "How much do you plan to improve?"

Momola wanted to say 50%, but Li's words suddenly came back to her mind. After a moment of silence, she stretched out three fingers, "Thirty coppers and platinum a day."

A sweet roll happened to be that price.

"What are you kidding!?" Gore stood up suddenly, but his head was pressed against the wooden board. He gasped in pain, and after a while he grinned and said, "Thirty copper coins a day, it's too late." It is impossible for His Excellency to accept such an absurd salary—”

"Okay, I agree to this bid." Philip said without hesitation.

"Brother?" Gore looked at his elder brother in astonishment, "That's thirty copper coins a day, and there are only a dozen supervisors, but there are as many as six hundred employees in the factory!"

"You don't need to say much, my opinion can represent Pagoda Factory." Philip raised his hand, signaling the other party to be quiet, "But I also have a request from my side if I want to increase my salary to this level."

Momola nodded, "Tell me about it."

"Before this evening, the factory must fully resume work, and the factory will run all night to make up for the time lost during the day." His tone seemed to be irresistible, "Your protests are protests, but production must not stop, and all goods must be shipped out on schedule—— — that's what I want."