Chapter 596: Negotiation (Part 2)

A quarter of an hour later, personnel from both sides of the negotiation

gathered in the largest shed in the shanty town to officially start the first

negotiation. The representatives of Baiguoyuan are Gore and Philip, and the

workers are the three sponsors of the relief society.

Although this shed was specially cleaned up, due to lack of support from hard

objects such as beams and columns, the surroundings are mainly made up of

wooden boards, so the height is only about half of the normal house. When

entering the house, you have to lower your head to prevent it from being

touched. ceiling. In addition, the ventilation is extremely poor, and the

muddy ground under your feet has been infiltrated with sewage all the year

round, and there is always a lingering sour smell in the house.

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Gore frowned, his face was full of disgust, and he didn't find a place to sit

down for a while after entering the house.

"Why, are you not used to it? This is the house where hired workers live for a

long time." After Momora sneered, he asked the people outside to find two

slightly cleaner linen cloths and use them as cushions.

"I don't have to." Philip sat opposite the three of them with a natural face,

as if he didn't care that his gray gentleman's suit was stained with dirt,

"This kind of environment is just commonplace for me."

Humph, bluffing.

Momora and Horn came up with this idea.

Instead, Mrs. Karan said, "The steward laughed. You have a good house in

Shangcheng District, and the salary is so high that you are envious. How can

you be used to our residence."

"The present does not mean the past." Philip took off his leather gloves and

put them in his pockets, and then spread his palms to the three of them. "If I

said that I used to live on the edge of the ground floor, I was worried about

whether I could live to see the sun tomorrow. Would you believe it?"

Momora couldn't help frowning.

I saw that the hands were covered with all kinds of scars, including cuts,

burns, and even a corroded mark. To some extent, it has experienced more ups

and downs than the workers of Baiguoyuan.

"Are you also a hired worker?" Horn asked.

"That's not the case. It's more dangerous work than hired workers. If you are

careless, you will lose your bones." The steward sighed lightly, "I was

fortunate enough to be promoted by a nobleman, and the situation got better."

"If that's the case, then why do you have to make such harsh regulations to

help Archie oppress us?" Momora asked.

"Experience is experience, responsibility belongs to responsibility." Philip

replied calmly, "Of course, I also understand your situation and the

suffering, so I explained the situation to the boss as soon as possible. Now,

if you have any requirements, you can put it forward. NS."

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

Momora thought to herself that she thought that the steward was a more

dangerous and vicious opponent than Gore, but she didn't expect to have her

own principles?

Having said that, she found that she did not know much about Phyllis. The

other party was mainly responsible for receiving guests and negotiating

business, and seldom dealt directly with hired workers.

"Momora, come on." Both Horn and Mrs. Karan turned their eyes to Catwoman.

The latter nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "First of all, the factory

must withdraw the penalties for expelling Lars, Mollier and others, and

compensate them for the corresponding number of days of wages. The root cause

of this is that the factory defaults on wages. It will cause them to be unable

to bear the hunger and steal the fruit. It is the factory, not them, that made

the mistake."

"I can agree to this." Philip responded happily, "but I have to explain that

the wage arrears is not because Gore deliberately did so. Capital turnover

takes time, and sometimes your Excellency Acie can't guarantee enough work in

his hands. Money, so next time the same situation arises, employees who have

difficulties can ask us that we will distribute food for accounting as

appropriate. As for the fruit used to make sauce, it’s better not to touch

it."

"..." Momora blinked, for a moment she didn't know what to say.

The attitude of the other party can be said to be sincere and not to say, and

the matter is considered very well, which is not like the feeling of the

factory on weekdays.

"Why, what's wrong?" Philip asked.

"Uh... it would be better if you could do this."

"You don't need to worry about this. I have 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." Momora coughed twice, put aside unnecessary distractions, and

relisted everyone's demands in her heart. "The second is to abolish the

supervision system, and no more innocent beatings and flogging 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 be slippery and lazy? Do you rely on your

self-consciousness? Brother, if you agree to this, the whole factory will

probably be messy!"

"The workers can be allowed to manage the workers themselves." Horn said, "The

use of torture is of no benefit to production except to create panic and pain.

You are just using this regulation to deliberately satisfy your own pleasure!"

"Okay." Philip interrupted the dispute between the two sides, "I already

understand this, but the factory system has been in place for a long time, and

it is not appropriate to suddenly cancel the entire system. Otherwise, the

supervisor should not act on the hired worker for the time being. Employed

workers can also participate in production management. If the production

efficiency does not decrease for a period of time, it will not be too late to

transform it into formal regulations. So you are always okay, right?"

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

answer."

"Two months, how?"

The three of them looked at each other and checked each other's thoughts.

Finally, Momora replied, "I hope it can be written in the writing."

"No problem, this is a matter of course."

"We still have a third and last request." After seeing the steward's promise,

Catwoman continued, "Employers usually only work until they are about 30 years

old, but they can't save much salary. Such treatment is unfair. It can be said

that the factory must increase the daily salary before we are willing to fully

resume work."

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

Momora wanted to say 50%, but Li's words suddenly came back to his mind. After

she was silent for a while, she stretched out three fingers

~www.mtlnovel.com~30 Tongkebo a day. "

A sweet bread happens to be at this price.

"What are you kidding?" Gore stood up abruptly, but he pressed his head

against the wooden plank. He took a breath of pain and grinned his teeth after

a while, "Thirty copper coins a day, it's all rushed. At the level of a

supervisor, Your Excellency Azie will never accept such an absurd salary—"

"Yes, I agree with this offer." Philip said without hesitation.

"Brother?" Gore looked at his brother with a look of stunned expression,

"That's 30 copper plates a day, and there are only a dozen supervisors, but

there are 600 employees in the factory!"

"You don't need to say more, my opinion can represent the Baiguoyuan factory."

Philip raised his hand and motioned to the other party to be quiet, "But if

you want to increase this salary, I also have a request here."

Momora nodded, "Talk about it."

"Before this evening, the factory must fully resume work, and the factory will

run overnight to make up for the delay in the day." His tone seemed to be

unpretentious. "You protest against it, but production must not be stopped.

All goods must leave the factory on schedule— —This is my request."