At the entrance of the Environmental Sanitation Management Bureau of Zhannan District, the protesting crowd stood irregularly on both sides of the road. Some gathered together to smoke and chat; some sat in the company car and ate the lunch boxes distributed by the organizers; others threw the protest banners on the ground and played poker in groups of three or five.
In short, the overall atmosphere of this strike was very lively, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that this is a mob.
The reason why these more than 400 workers came was either because they were the leaders of the organization and had an absolute interest relationship with the four companies of Su, Liu, Bai and Kong, or they were ordinary workers who wanted to earn the generous suspension subsidies given by the four companies. Anyway, the fundamental reason for everyone to get together was still the word "profit".
Looking around, there were very few people among the more than 400 workers who could really read the protest slogans seriously and truly understand the harm that industry monopoly brought to the bottom. And this is the sad and ironic part. The life of the bottom is difficult, and the workers are already very tired. They care more about the immediate interests, which is more practical.
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Lu Feng's business car stopped at the corner of the street. He sat in the car, smoking, squinting at the striking crowd, very quiet.
Outside the crowd, three men in police uniforms walked slowly to the side of the business car. The leader, wearing sunglasses, waved to the car.
These three people were from the Zhannan District Police Department. They were sent by the department to maintain order in the morning.
The car window was lowered, and Lu Feng smiled and greeted the leading police officer: "Haha, Ermao, come on, get in the car and talk."
"How come our Changqing Company is such a big plate, and it was taken over by four small companies? What's going on, Brother Feng?" The leading police chief did not get in the car, but just asked with his hands behind his back and a smile.
"A bunch of mud-legged people, stinky bag-carrying people, who believe everything they hear. When someone takes the lead, they just follow suit, haha." Lu Feng replied with disdain: "I'm sorry to cause trouble for your police department."
"We are not a problem. Even if we don't work here, we have to stay in the department."
"Come on, don't stand there, let's get in the car and talk." Lu Feng opened the door of the business car.
"You two go back first, I'll go up and talk to Brother Feng." The leading police chief instructed his colleagues behind him and bent down to get in the car.
"Brother, it's really unreasonable to ask you to come here to maintain order for no reason." Lu Feng crossed his legs and looked at the policeman and said, "I'll set up a table at Jufu Restaurant at 8 o'clock tonight. There will be money and women. You can call all your friends and we'll get together."
The police chief smiled when he heard this: "I didn't come to you for this."
"Hey, friends are friends, rules are rules, I can't cause you trouble for nothing." Lu Feng waved his hand and said, "I will definitely come."
"Haha, okay." The police chief replied with satisfaction, and also reminded appropriately: "Brother Feng, I'll also give you a tip. If the management committee can't bear the pressure, there will be no way out in the end. The police department and the superintendent can only take the lead in mediating this matter. The upper level can't let them make such a fuss every day. Do you understand what I mean?"
Lu Feng was stunned for a moment: "Don't worry, the company will quickly resolve this strike dispute and won't bother you for too long."
"Well, that's fine." The police chief nodded.
While the two were chatting, the crowd at the entrance of the management office suddenly became excited. Several leaders shouted, "Changqing Company illegally monopolized the sanitation industry and exploited grassroots workers. The management committee must give an explanation!"
"Give an explanation!!"
"...!"
Shouts came one after another. Lu Feng looked up, smiled and pointed at the crowd and asked the police chief, "Do you think these mud-legged people know what they are shouting about? They just follow the crowd and make a fuss?!"
"They know nothing. They are satisfied with earning 30 yuan a day." The police chief replied.
As soon as the voice fell, the strong man who was sent off by Lu Feng got on the co-pilot and nodded and said, "Brother Feng, I remember everything."
"Okay, let these idiots make a fuss. It will be over soon, haha." Lu Feng's words were full of contempt and disdain for the workers, and this emotion was also very strange when you think about it carefully. Because Lu Feng himself was also from a grassroots background, his starting point was not much higher than these workers. It stands to reason that he should have a sense of empathy when he saw these people, but now he looks down on them from the bottom of his heart.
Changqing Company would rather spend a lot of money to arrange judicial relations and management, but is unwilling to pay an extra dollar to the grassroots workers. This is very similar to the grassroots bigwigs in real estate before the era, who would rather spend money to settle the matter than pay the wages owed to migrant workers.
So sometimes, this discrimination among the same class may be more sad.
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In the Su family compound.
After lunch, Su Tianyu walked to find Su Tiannan who was about to go out: "Brother, I have something else to tell you."
"What is it?" Su Tiannan asked.
"Didn't you find Wang Daolin from the Municipal Police Department before?"
"Yes, I gave him 50,000 yuan to operate your second uncle's case before." Su Tiannan nodded.
"Wang Daolin is the director of the Criminal Investigation Department, right?" Su Tianyu asked in detail.
"How do you know?" Su Tiannan was a little surprised.
"You mentioned him when you were chatting. I asked my third sister and checked it on the Internet. I know some information about him." Su Tianyu replied softly: "Brother, if you have nothing to do these days, invite him out for tea and get together, but don't mention the case of my second uncle."
"Why?"
"...If my second uncle wants to come out, it's useless for Changqing Company to compromise. In the end, the police department will have to nod." Su Tianyu said clearly: "It's always good to make more friends now."
Su Tiannan fell into deep thought.
"Putting the groundwork now will make it easier to talk later."
"Okay, I know." Su Tiannan nodded heavily: "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to the cargo yard." Su Tianyu replied truthfully.
"Be careful. Lufeng will not give up after suffering a loss." Su Tiannan said, "Ask more family members to go with you."
"Okay, I understand."
"Yes."
After the two brothers finished their discussion, they left.
...
In the afternoon, Su Tianyu walked around his own garbage dump for a few times, and walked around to understand the operation process of this industry. But he found that there was basically no threshold for this business. Apart from hard work, there was no other technical things. From garbage collection to centralized classification, and then to the final processing, 80% of the work must be done by manpower, which is why it is not difficult to understand why the competition in this business is so fierce. Because the market is very fixed, there is no room for expansion except for annexation and seizure. In addition, the threshold is low, so the infighting in the industry is naturally very serious.
At around five o'clock in the evening, Su Tianbei, who was injured, dragged more than a hundred striking workers back from the district and prepared to cook and eat in the factory.
This strike protest not only "goes to and from get off work" at a fixed time and place, but also provides money and meals, and even provides cars to pick up and drop off. This management model can be regarded as setting a new benchmark for the "service industry".
In the office of the garbage dump, Su Tianyu was about to step out when his second brother Tianbei pushed the door and walked in: "Let's go, it's time for dinner."
"Let's go, I'm hungry too." Su Tianyu greeted him and asked with a smile: "How was it today?"
"We went there with more than 400 people, and shouted for a whole day, but we only met a few small leaders of the Environmental Sanitation Management Bureau, and didn't see any big shots at all." Su Tianbei replied softly: "More than a dozen people from the Police Bureau also went there, and talked to the leaders of several of us several times. D*mn, their words were full of threats."
"Haha." Su Tianyu smiled and said nothing.
"Xiao Yu, will this really work?" Su Tianbei whispered, "Not only do we have to pay more suspension subsidies, but we also have to provide food and pick up and drop off people. The daily expenses are quite high. I'm afraid that in the end our family's money will be emptied and the problem will not be solved, and then the whole thing will be lost."
"You are so anxious, the management committee, the police department, and Changqing Company are more anxious than you!" Su Tianyu smiled and replied, "Believe me, there will be results in a few days. Let's go and have dinner."
"Okay, let's go!"
The two chatted as they walked, and left the main building and went to the cafeteria downstairs. Su Tianyu looked at the full dining tables inside and outside the house and said with a smile, "It's quite lively."
"Normally, there aren't so many people cooking, and the cafeteria can't accommodate them. Let's go to the hut to eat." Su Tianbei and his brother were about to enter the cafeteria's small kitchen through the side door.
"Bang!"
Just as Su Tianyu was about to step into the door, he was suddenly bounced back.
At the door of the small kitchen, a young man who was over 1.9 meters tall and extremely strong said in a simple and honest voice, stuttering: "Who... who? Who bumped into my crotch?"
Su Tianyu was knocked back two steps, looked up and saw that the young man had dark skin, greasy hair, and was wearing a dirty blue work suit, looking very sloppy: "Sorry, brother!"
"You... you walk... watch out, I almost hit your head with the vegetable bowl." Heitieta replied in a silly way.
"The light in the inner room is dark, I didn't see you. Come on, you go first." Su Tianyu made way.
"I'll deliver the food." Heitieta carried the huge vegetable bowl on his shoulder and continued to walk out.
At this time, the third sister who was preparing food in the house suddenly shouted: "Nobita, come to the small kitchen to eat later, there are a lot of dishes here."
"Hehe, okay, third sister!" Heitaita walked briskly, replied with a smile on his face, and walked to the workers' area outside the house to prepare for cooking with the dishes.
Su Tianyu saw that this person spoke a little strangely and his image was too eye-catching, so he immediately asked Tianbei: "Who is this?"
"Wu Shixiong, our worker."
"I think he... is a little...?"
"Well, he is born with mental retardation, and his brain is not very... bright." Su Tianbei replied casually.
"... How dare you use such a person? What if something goes wrong?!"
"What can go wrong? In this business, do you still expect to hire college students? It's okay as long as they have hands and feet and can work."
The two chatted and walked into the small kitchen of the cafeteria.
At night, after the Su family finished cooking, most of the workers dispersed. Su Tianbei stretched his neck and shouted to the remaining people: "Is there anyone willing to work the night shift? Thirty yuan a night."
Heitieta was the first to raise his hand: "I am willing!"
...
In this way, two days passed, and the strike continued. However, Changqing Company and the upper management still did not come up with a solution and attitude to solve the problem.
At the Kong family in Zhannan, a man in his thirties sat on the sofa and asked Kong Zhenghui: "Will it be effective if the Su family takes the lead?"
"It will definitely work!" Kong Zhenghui said with his hands behind his back: "Just keep contacting the media in the city."
"Why do I think you have more confidence than the Su family?"
"The new kid from the Su family is quite interesting. He stabbed Lufeng, but he brought our four families together." Kong Zhenghui said lightly: "This is good."
"I went to the protest site these days, and I found that the Su family is very concerned about the workers. Not only do they provide food, but they also provide cars to pick them up and drop them off. Should we do the same?" the man asked.
Kong Zhenghui frowned: "No need."
"Okay!" The man nodded.
...
On Saturday, around five o'clock in the evening, the workers who were striking and protesting in front of the management committee had gradually dispersed, and Su Tianbei had already taken his workers back to the factory.
"Squeak!"
Lu Feng's business car stopped in an alley, turned his head and looked at the five men in flowered shirts and said, "Go ahead, after you're done, I'll take you to City of Dreams to tear off your pants."