At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining.

Outside the office building of the Magic7 factory, dozens of workers in short-sleeved shorts gathered, and one of them, a large man in a black shirt and a sunhat, was surrounded by the crowd, and was obviously the leader.

One of them approached him and muttered, "Martin, can this be done?"

The leader, Martin, was about forty years old, with a sturdy build, and stood for almost an hour, without even a drop of sweat on his head. He lifted his hat and said confidently: "No problem, since they agreed to negotiate, they didn't run away." ”

"We have organized so many people that these capitalists are afraid of this. That's what our colleagues at GM do. ”

"Besides, are our demands unreasonable? Now that prices are one dollar a day, one pound of beef costs $1, a pair of nylon socks costs $5, and a shirt costs $15, will we be able to support our family with less than $100 a week's salary?

"So let's wait, as long as everyone works together, everyone will get a higher salary in no time. ”

"Come, their office occupants should be coming soon, and we're shouting slogans - we want to live, we want a raise!"

Martin gave everyone an impassioned cheer.

As long as I succeed, I will be able to come out on top.

Just as everyone was shouting slogans, a person stepped out of the office building.

He was Carl, who had been sent out to deliver the message: "Magic Laborers, please send a representative with me!"

Martin walked out of the crowd with his two younger brothers, came to Karl and said, "We are!"

Carl didn't even give him a straight eye, and turned around to enter the building, as if he didn't care who came.

Martin's face sank, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he swallowed the shame of being ignored and silently followed.

The negotiations were arranged in a makeshift conference room, with a long conference table in the middle, three meters wide. There were three people from the union's side, and it seemed that the factory side was just three people participating in the negotiations.

As soon as he entered, Carl said, "Please be seated." ”

There were only three chairs, with Martin sitting in the center and the other two sitting separately.

Opposite Martin, sitting in the center was Davidson, the factory manager, on the left hand side was Ted Webb, the quality manager, and on the right hand side was Carl, who came in with Martin.

Seeing this seat, Martin was a little strange - why didn't General Manager Carl sit in the main seat.

Could it be that the legend is true that this Karl is just a rubber stamp?

It's a bit of a hassle now, Davidson's old fritter is not easy to deal with.

Martin remained silent when he suddenly noticed that there was a seventh person sitting in the conference room. It was a young man, sitting at the end of the table to the right of Davidson, with a pen in his hand and a stack of white papers on the table in front of him.

"Hello Davidson, no further ado, let's get started. As Martin spoke, he suddenly looked at the young man: "It's not good to have outsiders present during the negotiation......"

Davidson glanced at the man, stared at Martin without squinting, and said, "He's the secretary, and the one who recorded our conversation was not an outsider, so you don't have to worry about it." ”

After an understatement, Davidson said, "Mr. Martin Ralston, Mr. Frank Markey, Tom McClure, thank you all for participating in this bilateral meeting of labor and management." ”

"Before the meeting, I would like to introduce myself, my name is Jason Davidson, Deputy General Manager and Director of Manufacturing Department of Magic7, and I have been entrusted by the Board of Directors of Magic7 to be responsible for presiding over this meeting, and I am accompanied by Mr. Carl Barton and Mr. Ted Webb, who will also be participating in this meeting. ”

"The purpose of this meeting is to address the problem of workers being dissatisfied with their wages to the point of absenteeism, resulting in the inability of factories to function......

"Stop!" Martin, who was already a little impatient with Davidson's official words, immediately interrupted when he described the strike as absenteeism: "Mr. Davidson, I need to correct that we are on strike justifiably, not absenteeism." ”

Davidson frowned dissatisfiedly, but he didn't dwell on this point, but said with a sloppy eye: "Whether it is absenteeism or strike, wait a minute, we will have our own conclusion." ”

"But before I do that, I have one thing to confirm......" Davidson looked at the two people sitting next to Martin, who were five big and three thick, more like dockers than assemblers, "Mr. Markey, and Mr. McClure, both of whom have formal contracts with our company, are naturally qualified to attend this meeting. ”

Speaking of this, Davidson looked at Martin with a grim gaze: "But, Mr. Martin Ralston, you don't seem to be our employee, in what capacity are you sitting here, and who is qualified to represent the workers in the meetings that determine their wages?"

As soon as Davidson said this, Markey and McClure immediately looked at Martin with some panic in their eyes.

Martin was as steady as Mount Tai, and even wanted to laugh in his heart.

Questioning qualifications at the beginning and trying to exclude me? What a ridiculous and useless trick.

Martin replied unhurriedly: "I forgot to state this beforehand. I am the president of the Magic Labor Union, and I am entrusted by all union members to sit here as the president of the union and the lawyer representing me. ”

Martin looked at Davidson fearlessly, and said a little provocatively: "Mr. Davidson, do you need me to show the power of attorney?"

Hearing this, Davidson shook his head at Martin and said, "No need." ”

"In that case, let's get started. Martin seized the initiative and took the lead in making his own demands: "On behalf of the 813 workers, I make the following demands to the company:

First, the salary is renegotiated, and we ask for a 15% increase on the original basis;

Second, we require the company to increase investment in labor protection supplies;

3. We require the company to provide lunch places and improve the nutritional level of lunch. ”

"We ask the company to give a satisfactory answer within 24 hours, otherwise, we will continue to strike after 24 hours. ”

As soon as Martin's words fell, Carl slapped his palm on the table and said angrily: "Impossible, you don't think about it, you are blackmailing! I want to ......."

Carl couldn't say the rest of the story, and was pulled by Davidson, but Martin could guess what he was trying to say, nothing more than like threatening to fire you or sue you for bankruptcy.

The reason why is is because it doesn't work if it's said.

It seems that this Carl is really only in name, and the real person in charge is Davidson.

Maybe the company was founded so that Carl had a place to exercise? Hmph, but it's just a straw bale.

Martin, who thought he had seen through everything, calmly looked at the three people opposite, mainly Davidson, expecting him to give the result he wanted.

After a brief altercation, Davidson managed to keep Carl at bay. He cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, Mr. Martin, after careful consideration, we feel that your request is still somewhat justified. ”

"First of all, about labor protection supplies, which are related to the safety of workers' lives and the production safety of the factory, which is already in the company's plan, I can guarantee this, you don't have to worry. ”

"Secondly, as for the dining place, this is also planned, the house to the west of the factory is being renovated is the canteen of the future, and when the canteen opens, you will no longer have to eat purchased box lunches, and the nutritional level will be guaranteed. ”

"As for the salary, ......"

Davidson said very smoothly earlier, Martin nodded while listening, but he didn't expect that as soon as he reached the key point, Davidson swallowed and vomited.

Martin was anxious for a moment, and said with a displeased face: "What, you don't want to agree? Then there is no need to drive on......"

With that, Martin made a gesture to get up and leave.

Seeing this, Davidson hurriedly stood up and said, "Wait, Mr. Ralston, I didn't say no. Please sit down and listen to me speak slowly. ”

"Very good, from the toughness at the beginning to the current grievances, can bend and stretch, is a character. Martin thought to himself as he slowly sat back in his seat, "However, it also shows that there is a good chance that they will agree, just give them a step down." ”