Fengjing Special Metal Materials Factory, factory director Li Yuepan stood on the steps, stretched his neck, pointed to the nose of another man in a suit, and shouted angrily, "Tang Qian, you don't want to get involved in our factory!"

Tang Qian pursed his lips and sneered: "Li Yuepan, Li Yuepan, do you really regard yourself as a leader?" Boss Zheng pays attention to harmony and wealth, he thinks that this place has good feng shui, and wants to use it to develop a real estate, which is a great thing for the benefit of the country and the people, you don't want to delay everyone's business because of yourself, right?"

"What the hell are you farting!"

He blocked Li Yuepan's fingers, and under the gaze of many employees, he picked a position with a better line of sight, and sat on the board with his ass, regardless of the fact that there was a lot of dust falling on it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tang Qian cleared his throat: "You think I'm farting, right, then let's talk about it, who is messing around here." The material factory hasn't paid wages for three months, right? The standard of living in Fengjing City is not low, which one of these firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea doesn't need money? Who can live without these things? Li Yuepan, it's not me saying you, it's okay for you to be selfish, but can you think about the big guys? You drive your own car, live in a building, and then let everyone go hungry, which is not good. ”

He looked around, hoping that these words would arouse the anger in the hearts of the workers, so that he could incite emotions, and then use the power of the masses to properly handle the demolition task assigned by Boss Zheng.

What puzzled Tang Qian was that although the surrounding workers were dressed in shabby clothes and some places were washed out of their original white, almost no one expressed anger, and they were the first to come out and accuse Li Yuepan of his problems and problems as the factory director.

Something is wrong!

"No salary for three months, this is not a few days, it is three months!" Tang Qian shouted again, pointing at the employees with one finger, his face full of pain, "Maybe, Li Yuepan's own family has big fish and meat every day, and he travels in hot springs, do you say you are stupid——"

A simple-looking young man suddenly said in a rough voice: "You are ***." ”

"What are you talking about? It's Li Yuepan who doesn't pay you arrears of wages, it's not me, I helped Boss Zheng send you money to get you out of the sea of suffering, and you still scold me?" Tang Qian showed surprise on his face, and asked again and again.

"Director Li mortgaged his family's car and house, and all the money was invested in the factory, which everyone knows and sees. I don't believe your words, the hearts of the trader are all black, and I believe that Director Li will definitely lead everyone out of the predicament!"

Tang Qian was speechless.

He glanced at the expressions of the workers and immediately understood that the young man was telling the truth.

Is this Li Yuepan's brain broken?

Wrong......

It's the whole factory whose brains are broken.

Tang Qian felt that it was difficult for him to understand the thoughts of this group of employees, how could there be people who didn't like money in this world. He took out a letter of commitment from his briefcase and continued to shout unwillingly: "As long as you sign your name on this demolition commitment, I will promise you on behalf of Boss Zheng that I will definitely arrange a good job for you." I won't be in arrears of wages, and I will pay you five insurances and one housing fund, which is a great thing!"

Someone had a move on his face, and grass grew in his heart, and he just wanted to speak, when he saw the worker next to him glancing at him, he immediately smiled, and pretended not to hear anything.

Tang Qian stood for a while, saw that no one took care of him, scolded secretly, and then dialed the phone and said: "Section Chief Li, it's time for you to get out, this group of people have brains made of wood! ”

About two or three minutes later, a group of men in police uniforms barged in through the main entrance of the factory.

With electric shockers and rubber batons in their hands, and some people driving forklifts and tractors, the sudden sound resounded in the factory yard.

"Tang Qian, what do you want to do! The officials are forcing the people to rebel, isn't it!" Li Yuepan stomped his feet vigorously, his face was flushed with anger, and his voice almost burst out from between his teeth, and every word seemed extremely sonorous and powerful.

Tang Qian sneered: "What do I want to do? Nearby villagers reported that your material factory polluted groundwater, and the health department and the local police station have to deal with civil disputes, can't you?"

The men in strong uniforms behind him had serious faces: "Irrelevant people come out quickly, don't delay your work inside!!"

Where is the nearby villagers, it is clear that the police station assistant police and the ruffian hooligans are gathering team, they shout in their mouths, while moving in the direction of the material factory workers, many of them are the old faces of the local police station, although there is no police establishment, but in the eyes of the people, these contract workers wearing official skins are also the existence that cannot be provoked.

Most of the assistant police officers just pretended to be like this and had a scene, and they were quite merciful, but Tang Qian's urging they couldn't stop. The power position of the local police station is minimal, and even the director cannot afford to offend these big tyrants who are engaged in real estate.

And the ruffians are much more arrogant.

"Don't make trouble!"

"Come out with your head in your hands!"

Li Yuepan strode over, trying to stop him, but was pushed to the ground by a strong man, his forehead hit the iron shell of the machine, and blood suddenly flowed down his head.

In his blurred vision, he saw the hooligans laughing wildly, slamming the iron pipes against the precious machine he regarded as life, and rattling as if they were striking on his bleeding heart.

He lost his strength and tried to stand up, but he fell again, and his heart was full of anxiety and sadness.

The workers of the material factory lost their backbone and became a mess, watching them slowly retreat from the factory.

"There has never been a savior...... someone suddenly sang loudly, out of tune, but full of a strange excitement and strength.

The sound was small at first, then gradually increased, converging into an unbreakable rope!

"It doesn't depend on the Immortal Emperor! To create the happiness of mankind, it is all up to us!"

"We want to reclaim the fruits of our labor,

Let the mind break through the cage!

Quickly burn the fire red,

Strike while the iron is hot to succeed!"

Tang Qian jumped to his feet and scolded: "Are these workers sick in the brain, and they have nothing to sing the Internationale!

Li Yuepan felt that his eyes were slightly hot.

The sound of the heart beating rings in my ears.

The factory recalled the most unwilling cries of the workers.

I don't know where a new force has arisen to support him, turning into a cry that continues to be inherited: "Who created the human world?

Everything belongs to the laborers,

How can there be room for parasites?

The most hateful of those vipers and beasts,

Eaten up our flesh!

Once they're wiped out,

The bright red sun shines all over the world!"

The movements of the assistant policemen's hands gradually slowed, and their faces were surprised and hesitant. From the faces of these workers, they read a moving language. These men, women and children, perhaps with low social status, may not be well-off in living conditions, and sometimes they will even feel distressed about the bus money of 1 yuan.

They dress rusticly, they talk vulgarly, and they work hard for their families. The old worker recalls the old days, which was called the power of the spirit. The young workers shouted the deepest cry of their hearts, and the outdated songs that they once laughed at became the most powerful courage of faith.

The ruffians suddenly found that they could no longer push the workers.

Someone raised the iron pipe and was about to hit the head of the unsightly worker in front of him, but he found that an invisible force was stopping his movements.

The sound is deafening and heart-wrenching.

"This is the last struggle, unite until tomorrow, and Internachonel must achieve it!"

Section Chief Li was stunned in place, and muttered: "It's the other way around...... This group of workers is really ......"

"Listen—"

A Volkswagen business SUV was parked outside the factory.

The clerks of the Fengjing SASAC office stepped down from the car, and some listened attentively and pointed in the direction of the factory.

"What's that sound?"

"It's 'The Internationale', and someone is singing The Internationale!"

"Could it be that someone from the developer has sent someone to make trouble?" Xiao Luo, you hurry up and take a look!" Section Chief Wang hurriedly urged with an anxious face.

Xiao Luo rushed to the main gate of the factory, and just after walking to the main gate, he heard the final climax of the song.

"This is the last struggle,

United for tomorrow,

Internacional must make it happen!"

He saw the two groups of people facing each other inside, and to his surprise, the hooligans and the assistant police were retreating, while the workers were pressing in. A man with oily hair and a pink face scolded angrily on the spot.

Xiao Luo waved a thin contract and shouted: "We are from the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, who is the person in charge of the Fengjing Special Metal Materials Factory? I have an equity replacement document to sign here, and someone is willing to take over the factory completely, and no one will be dismissed!"

"Who is it!" Tang Qian asked angrily.

Xiao Luo deftly dodged Tang Qian's action of grabbing the contract, and said with a smile: "Xingling Network Company." ”

(To be continued.) )