Manager Huang led Tie Ming to inspect the situation at the wharf.

The mist on the river was thicker than when Tie Ming first came to the dock. The two of them walked by the river, as if they were walking in a fairyland, they couldn't see their fingers, and everything seemed to be separated by a veil.

"Manager Song, I don't know what's going on today, the fog on the river is very heavy."

"The weather is a little inexplicably warmer today, and the water vapor is easy to condense."

"Yes, yes."

Manager Huang didn't understand what Tie Ming meant by water vapor condensation, so he nodded as if he understood, and suddenly felt like a primary school student, not understanding anything.

"Manager Song, let's walk slowly and take a look, the scenery here is rare, it's like a fairyland, isn't it."

Manager Huang suddenly humored and said something poetic like "fairyland on earth". After hearing this, Tie Ming's expression became solemn, and he said to Manager Huang:

"It's a fairyland, but it's a trap."

"Oh-"

Manager Huang dragged out his voice, marveling at Tie Ming's writing ability, and being able to explain these two homophonic words so appropriately, it was really powerful.

He said with admiration:

"Manager Song, you're right, there are traps everywhere here."

Tie Ming walked slowly and leisurely by the river step by step, carefully observing the operation of the wharf, and said:

"When you see flowers in the fog, irrelevant people see beautiful scenery."

"Then what we see is the enemy's mist array."

Manager Huang pointed to the mist that filled the river and said. Tie Ming thought for a moment and continued to walk slowly.

After a while, the two got on a steel bridge.

"Wow-whoa-"

As soon as they stepped on the steel bridge, the river under the bridge swelled up, and the bridge shook left and right terrifyingly.

"Mom!"

Tie Ming regretted it as soon as he came up, this bridge was terrifying, like a giant monster crawling on the river, arching its back high, sleeping quietly. They were so bold that they stepped on it, disturbing the monster's sleep, and the monster became angry.

"Go down for me, and don't step on my back."

Another big wave came over, and the bridge shook even harder. Tie Ming felt dizzy and grabbed the railing.

"Manager Song, are you okay?"

Manager Huang hurriedly stepped forward to check on his situation.

Tie Ming waved his hand, trying to squeeze out a smile and said:

"It's okay, it's just not very stable."

"I'll hold you."

Manager Huang proposed.

That's not good, what has it become, you're older than me, can I let you hold me? How rude that is, how ugly it looks to others!

Tie Ming hurriedly refused, preferring to hold on to the railing and walk carefully step by step rather than Manager Huang to help him. Manager Huang himself has long walked the usual rickety bridge, and his steps are steady, which is similar to walking on land.

He saw that Manager Song was walking slowly, so he had to adjust his pace and walk slowly.

The tall buildings in the distance are hidden in the thick fog, like a mirage. If Qin Xin saw this beautiful scenery, she would definitely stare at her big bright eyes and look at it intently. Nearby, the river is surging, and through the cracks in the steel bridge, the turbid river seems to be boiling, and all the secrets on the bridge can be swallowed up.

"The deep sea is full of strife, and the waves on the surface of the sea will not stop."

Tie Ming touched the scene and felt something.

"Manager Song, what you people who have read the book see is different, I am on the river every day, watching the river surging, I have long been used to it, numbness, I don't feel anything, you can see the struggle in the deep sea."

"Where, it just came to me suddenly."

"Huh."

Manager Huang smiled, looked at the undulating river and said:

"Who has seen the struggle on the bottom of the sea, but we all know that big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat dried shrimp, so the number of each fish is balanced, and each fish can survive."

"That's right."

Tie Ming praised, adding:

"Every fish can survive, but no matter how powerful the fish is, they can't dominate this river."

Manager Huang seemed to have thought of something. It's like Lin's status in Shanghai. Tie Ming leaned on the railing and looked at the vast river, a gust of sea breeze blew, and his clothes were filled with wind.

"Sharks are very powerful, but there are only a few, and the little whitebait are very weak, but there are so many of them."

Manager Huang showed a look of admiration - what this college student manager said was different, there was no need to shout as loudly as himself, but every sentence could be listened to and felt reasonable.

"Manager Song, you're so right, let's go for a walk?"

"Okay."

Just as the two of them walked slowly on the bridge like an old couple in the twilight of their lives. A worker carrying a load of goods came from the other side of the bridge.

The small flat shoulder "creaks" like singing a song, with the steps of the bearer, which is quite ornamental. Tie Ming was stunned, this is also walking on this bridge that has caused epilepsy, why can people walk so steadily, and he is like a toddler?

"Manager Huang."

As soon as the bearer saw Manager Huang, he nodded and said hello. Manager Huang called out to him, asked him to put down his burden, and introduced him to Tie Ming:

"This is our Manager Song."

"Manager Song."

"Go ahead."

Manager Huang waved his hand and asked him to go, and the man picked up the flat shoulder again and walked away briskly.

"This worker has two burdens, how to shake the bridge can still walk steadily."

Manager Huang pointed to the back of the burden-carrying worker and said:

"They have been carrying the burden for many years, and it is nothing to walk on such a bridge, if it is rainy and windy, and the bridge is slippery, they still have to carry the burden."

Tie Ming imagined the hardships involved, so he asked Manager Huang:

"What is the general remuneration of such experienced skilled workers?"

Manager Huang's face changed for a moment, and he pursed his lips, as if he couldn't speak.

"What's wrong? Is there anything you can't say? Is it true that the workers' wages are being exploited by you, the bumblebee? Still hiding from your superiors? ”

Tie Ming looked at Manager Huang and secretly thought: The current capitalists are all monkeys, monkey spirits, monkey spirits, and they know how to exploit their subordinates, deceive their superiors, and strip the hard-working workers like dead branches, not to mention the fruits, there are no leaves left.

"Manager Song, the salary given to them by our Lin clan is not low."

"How much is that?"

"Well—"

Manager Huang lowered his head and scratched his hair, really unable to speak.

"You said it, I just want to find out."

"Okay, like the journeyman just now, he can earn a dollar a day."

"What?"

Tie Ming secretly sighed in his heart, this is too low, this is less than the money for his own lunch.

Manager Huang has already said that the price is high, in fact, only skilled workers with ten years of service have this remuneration, and many workers are tired and tired, and they only pay a few cents a day.

What is the money for? It is calculated according to the consumption level of Shanghai at that time. Ordinary people have to pay 3 cents for three meals a day, rent a house, buy all kinds of daily necessities, and buy clothes and shoes. If you add a wife and children, the life of the family should be so tight.

And these workers, working in two shifts a day, have to work for twelve hours, such a high-intensity operation, it is hard to imagine that the Lin family will squeeze the workers so much, and call them as livestock, so it is better to lead the donkey to lead the oxen and the horse to carry the goods.

Tie Ming couldn't help but feel unfair for the workers.

Manager Huang saw the changes in the expression on Tie Ming's face clearly, and he couldn't bear to see his face, just like the college students, the old professors, and the young ladies who passed by the dock before, hehe, you are all people with a conscience, and your compassion is overflowing, and you can't wait to peel off your clothes and give them to the workers, and give the rice in your bowl to the workers.

"Hehe, you do good deeds and accumulate virtues, you are living bodhisattvas, and we are all evil capitalists!"

Manager Huang squinted, curled the corners of his mouth, looked at Tie Ming, and thought: How can this Manager Song be the same as them, where is he wrong with the nerves? How can he have the kindness of a woman?

Tie Ming looked at the workers who were working hard like ants on the docks, and his heart of justice was like a river under the bridge. But he couldn't do anything, and the suit shackled him like a shackle, making him a greedy and miserly capitalist like Dalin.

"Knock people's bone marrow, suck people's blood."

Tie Ming hated this kind of behavior, but fate wanted him to be the leader of this kind of person.

"Manager Huang, when was this remuneration set?"

"It's been years, and it hasn't increased or decreased."

It's been many years and it's still this pitiful reward, Tie Ming can't help but shake his head, where is the salary not rising every year? The Lin family was able to hold on for many years without raising a penny. The workers will not rebel, I am afraid that they will all be numb.

Tie Ming fell silent again. Manager Huang couldn't help it, and said as if reminding him:

"Manager Song, our Lin family has never treated workers badly, this salary is reasonable, and we also give them food and shelter, what's the difference?"

"What are they eating?"

"Lunch box."

"Live?"

"Big shed."

Tie Ming had to smile bitterly again, what is the difference between that and raising pigs and chickens. Is there meat in the lunchbox? Do the workers do all the hard work, and do they live in shelter from the wind and rain? Winters in Shanghai are so cold.

"Manager Song, I have been out for so many years, and I have been working at the dock for so many years, no one has ever cared so much about the workers, you are the first."

"Actually, they are tied to us, they are working for us, and we have to not only give them money, but also say thank you."

"Where to say thank you."

Manager Huang showed a disdainful expression.

"To be a business is to be a conscience."

"Conscience?"

Manager Huang listened to the buzzing in his head, he was in the dock over the years, and he was scolded several times for "having no conscience" and "black conscience", he touched his chest, and he didn't know if it was a conscience.

"Don't we Lin have a conscience? Manager Song, what you said. ”

"Of course I didn't mean that, Manager Huang, you misunderstood."

The expression on Manager Huang's face became more and more impatient, he didn't want to discuss any more topics of "bad conscience", it was really tiring to talk to readers......