"Doolin!"

"Graff!"

"Come over here!"

Mr. Crane stood outside his office on the second floor in a rage and barked at Durin and Graff, who had just returned, and he really couldn't take it anymore. He had considered suing Graff and Durin, and since they didn't want to go on, he could let them go for fifty dollars. But he soon dispelled this idea, these two fellows looked like poor people with no money, and if they could not come up with fifty yuan in liquidated damages, they would definitely be sent to a prison cell for at least three months.

Mr. Crane is a businessman, a capitalist, he has invested in this section of the railway in Turnaire City, he is both a member of the Shining Star Empire Railway Union and a shareholder of this section, his purpose is to make money, not to be angry with others. The Doolin Pass was also closed, and if Graff held a grudge, he would definitely cause trouble. So he decided to talk to these two guys, but he couldn't wait, and he couldn't wait.

He even pinched his nose and went to the workshop once, and the two guys didn't even come back at night!

And what really made him unable to endure it was their casual style of absenteeism, you must know that whether it is the factory or this station, the workers are basically not free under the oppression and exploitation of the capitalists. To put it more deeply, the servility of the workers has been stimulated, and they have lost the desire to resist after being constrained by the rules and institutions against them for a long time. To put it more simply, long live money, for the sake of a meager salary they have to bow their heads and submit to the oppression and exploitation of the capitalists.

Few people would want to change something and do it themselves, but Doolin and Graff did it, not only did it, but did it so blatantly. They brought this free-spirited thing from the outside to the station. Six or seven workers have also been absent from work without informing Mr. Kerryn.

Mr. Crane believes that if this matter is not properly resolved, then this wave of freedom will continue to emerge, and may even infect all the workers at some point. At that time, his station was basically finished, so the most important problem now was not to lack manpower, but to solve these two people and show them to the other workers, so that they could understand that if they didn't work according to the rules and regulations, the only end would be to roll up the bed and get out, and they would have to lose a sum of money.

After buying the farm, Durin was not in a hurry, and he had already arranged for Dover to find some members to build a house for him. The house doesn't need to be beautiful, as long as it is sheltered from the wind and rain and has a wide enough door. What he meant was to tear down a few sheds on the farm that were about to fall apart, and rebuild them according to the previous structure as they went, and then hire two carpenters to guide them on the ranch, and he would definitely be able to build the storehouse before the wine arrived.

After arranging the work of these men, Durin and Graff returned to the station, this time not to work, but to enforce the breach of contract clause. To put it simply, they're here to deliver the money and leave.

It's not that Durin is afraid of Mr. Crane and must come to deliver the money, but the business he is doing now is not a legitimate business that can be seen in the light, and he will inevitably have to deal with suppliers large and small throughout Turner City in the future. Before fighting an enemy, you must first check that your armor, weapons, and shields are in good condition, and the same process is true for fighting in the mall. If his opponent suddenly catches him and fails to fulfill his contract, and violates the contract and has Mr. Crane prosecute him, in addition to a fine, he may also be imprisoned.

Therefore, he must fill in all the holes in his body, large and small, and not give those opponents any chance in the future.

Mr. Crane stood on the second floor and shouted before retracting his head, and in the face of the jokes or worried eyes thrown at him from all directions, Durin did not feel any waves in his heart. Outside is a large complex society, and in this station, there is an equally complex small society. It's normal for someone to dislike Doolin, just as there is no surprise that someone doesn't like Graff either.

The more closed the environment, the stronger the desire to climb up.

He went up to the second floor with Graff and into Mr. Crane's office, where he sat behind his desk with his hands clenched into fists. He looked annoyed, his face was red and his neck was thick, he suppressed his anger and wanted to burst out, and roared in a low voice, "What do you want to ......"

In the middle of his words, his mind froze, and he saw Durin go straight to his desk, then take out a roll of colorful bills from his pocket, order fifteen and put them on the table, and then push them in front of him. The scent of ink from those cute little pieces of paper had led him to believe that these were real money, because the smell was so familiar to him that he had to come into contact with it every day.

He glanced at the roll of money that Durin had withdrawn into his pocket, and it should have looked like there were more than two hundred, less than three hundred. He stacked them together on the table and picked them up. Each one was carefully looked at, and yes, it was real money, the Ten Yuan denomination of the Empire. On the obverse is the family emblem of the Imperial Family, and on the reverse is the AT-11 Sweeper War Machine. His fingertips swept through the printed part, and he fully felt the special feel brought by the carving of his companions, which was genuine, yes!

He took the money a little dazedly and looked up at Durin, who casually pulled out a chair and sat down, "Mr. Crane, I am very grateful that you gave me a place to rest and eat when I was desperate, it changed my life for me. One hundred dollars is the liquidated damages for Graff and me, which means that from this moment on, we have terminated the employment contract. ”

"The extra fifty dollars is my personal thank you for helping me when I needed it most, and it's my sincere thanks, so I hope you can take it. Also, I would like you to write a receipt and void the contract. ”

It was only then that Mr. Crane came to his senses, and he looked at Durin with a complicated expression, and he did not know where this lucky boy had found a way to make a fortune. It is not difficult to see from the magnanimity of his hand that fifty yuan may not be a large amount in his heart.

As a capitalist, Mr. Crane had a devotion to capitalism, and if Durin were a poor boy, he would show his teeth and lean forward to spit on During's face. But Durin is now a rich man, and he must behave in a way that is in line with his identity and the status of the other party, to be elegant, to be noble, not vulgar.

He pondered for a moment, nodded and took out a piece of snow-white letterhead, wrote a receipt for a hundred dollars on the paper with a pen soaked in ink, and wrote the date, signed it, and stamped it. Then he turned and took out the contract between Durin and Graff from the personnel filing cabinet behind him, stamping each page many times with a barely usable invalid stamp.

From this moment on, Dulin and Graff no longer had any connection with the station.

Durin admired Mr. Crane's simplicity very much, and he reached out and shook his hand with Mr. Crane, "Speaking of which, we will still deal with each other, in about six days, two thousand five hundred cases of low-alcohol wine will be shipped from other places, and I hope to be able to keep it in the warehouse at the station for two more days, because I need to contact the vehicle." ”

Mr. Crane was stunned for a moment, two thousand five hundred cases of low-alcohol wine, even the worst one cost six yuan a box, he gasped, and his other hand also stretched out, both hands tightly held Dulin's right hand, and a "sweet" smile appeared on his face, "No problem, no problem at all, the customer's request is the purpose of our service." There are three days of waiting time for any goods to be transshipped after they arrive at the station, and it doesn't matter if the time limit is exceeded, the cost of a warehouse is only a paltry five dollars a day. ”

"In addition, Mr. Dolin may not know much about it, but in fact, my son is in the transportation business!"

The power of capital is endless, yet silent.

Such a huge leap from Doolin to Mr. Doolin was achieved with only one hundred and fifty dollars and two thousand five hundred boxes of goods. Money has penetrated into all aspects of society, and the most terrible thing is that people don't even feel that money affects their judgment and thinking all the time.

"It's even better that way, I'll come back when the things arrive. Mr. Crane spoke of his son, and Durin remembered the school he had introduced, "By the way, last time you said there was a school where I could learn to read?"

"Yes, there is such a thing. Mr. Crane immediately let go of his hands, took out a business card from the drawer, and handed it over with both hands.

Durin took it and glanced at it, not far from where he lived now. In his dreams, there was always something saying that "knowledge changes fate", and he thought it was true. Knowledge is a terrible thing, like money. You may not feel any difference between yourself and others when you don't have it, but when you have the knowledge, you will find that you are not necessarily the same as others.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Crane, Durin took Graff to the so-called "cram school", which was needed not only by him but also by Graff, by Duff, by Dulford, and by all the illiterate members of the Fellow Towns.

What he wants to do is definitely not the business of the city of Turnaire, nor is it a business like selling high-grade liquor, what he needs is a team that can help him stand on top of the world, he wants to be the king of this world!