The sky was a little dark in the early morning, and the dark clouds that had not been seen for many days seemed to be running to join in the excitement today, and the humid air made many people feel oppressed. There was still no movement in the city that should have been noisy, but there were more and more pedestrians on the road.

Many businessmen gathered in Doolin's office, a little apprehensive, a little anxious, no one here would like to go on strike, which meant that the construction would be delayed and the expenses would become larger.

This is not a good thing.

There were more and more people gathering on the streets, but definitely not as many as Bucho had imagined. There are those who will follow the advice of the workers' unions, who have become accustomed to following the advice and demands of the workers' unions, and there are also those who should have not appeared, and not all of them will be at the mercy of the workers' unions.

Simon, for example, was supposed to show up on the street with his own people, and then walk down the street holding up placards made by the workers' unions overnight and shouting unified slogans. But only last night he suddenly changed his mind, and he decided to strike, but not to take part in the march.

"There weren't as many people as I imagined!", Bucho was a little displeased, he didn't know how many people came, but certainly not as many as he imagined, at least not to fill the streets, and the streets in the distance were still empty. He didn't know who he was saying this to, maybe to himself. He didn't like these disobedient workers, who didn't even understand that he was not doing it for himself, but for them.

Without the existence of workers' unions, the capitalists would do everything in their power to exploit their labor, pay them a pittance, drain them of their sweat and kick them out. If it were not for the help of the workers' unions, how could the injured and disabled workers receive a large sum of compensation from the capitalists? If it were not for the workers' unions, how could their welfare be guaranteed?

Stupidity!

This is the definition that Bucho gave to these people, he sorted out his mood, then looked at the more than thirty contract foremen, tapped his head slightly, and the parade began.

Strikes and marches seem to be inseparable forever, and as long as there is a strike, there will be a march. The foreman walked down the street with the workers holding up all sorts of signs, chanting deafening slogans, as if they were the family members of the injured worker, or the envious messengers of justice.

"Look, there's a reporter over there!"

Standing on the fourth floor of the city hall, Dulin pointed to some reporters on the side of the street with cameras and constantly lighting up magnesium lights, and there was no nervous expression on his face. It seemed that his calm appearance affected the investors in the room and made them feel a little relaxed.

"Mayor Doolin, how are you going to deal with this massive strike?", the speaker is called Leon, who has invested in a shopping center in the city of Otis, covering an area of more than 4,000 square meters, with a total of ten floors, which can be regarded as one of the three largest shopping centers in the city of Otis after completion, with a total investment of more than 15 million.

There was a worried look on his face, one more day of delay meant that he needed to pay an extra day for these unemployed workers, and it was not the first time he had dealt with the workers' union, and he was deeply touched by their domineering. They went on strike, but they still paid him for the ten-hour workday.

Durin smiled lightly, "Don't worry, Mr. Leon, I promise that in no more than three days, there will be workers working on the construction site for all of you." They are more hard-working and do not have too many unreasonable demands. ”

Durin's words reminded the room full of investors, and Leon couldn't wait to ask, "You mean that you have mobilized a group of workers from other places?", he shook his head sadly, "It's useless, no matter where the workers come from, most of them will join the workers' union, and in the end we still have to face the unreasonable demands of the workers' union." He hesitated for a moment, and then said with some hesitation: "Actually, we might as well give the money to the injured worker, so that the matter will settle down." ”

"Wrong!"

During's sonorous words shook the hearts of everyone in the room, "When a child refuses a toy when he asks for a toy, he will cry or roll on the floor, and if you compromise at this time, he will realize that it is useful to do so." When his demands are not met in the future, he will frequently use this method to force you to compromise. You either choose to meet his requirements or choose the other way. ”

"In my case, I will choose to beat him up and let him know who is Daddy!"

"I have absolute control over the workers I have transferred, and I don't need to worry about them falling into the workers' union, and I can assure each and every one of you here. I can promise that if they arrive more than a week later than expected, I will compensate you for your losses. Similarly, if you finish early, are you willing to pay more commission?"

Some investors looked down for a moment, thinking that there would be nothing to lose by reaching such an agreement with Doolin, and that the sooner the project is completed, the greater the potential benefits. The least number of investors who dared to invest here was two million. While they have great courage, they also have outstanding business vision, and at the same time, they can understand that the sooner they are completed, the sooner they will become people's choices, and the sooner they will cultivate inertial consumer groups.

In such an atmosphere, under Du Lin's explanation, everyone suddenly relaxed and reached an agreement with Du Lin one after another. There is an additional reward of 100,000 yuan for completing the construction period three days early, an additional reward of 30,000 yuan for a week earlier, and if they can do it more than 15 days earlier, they are willing to come up with a reward of 100,000 yuan.

"I would like to thank you gentlemen for your generosity for the upcoming laborers, and let us stay tuned for the march ahead!", Dühring's words drew everyone's attention back to the procession.

Bucho had been watching the flickering figures behind the windows of the town hall, and he looked at his watch, twenty minutes had passed since the strike began, but there had not been a liaison or negotiator in the position to contact him to express the willingness of the town hall and the capitalists to compromise. He knew that the men were holding on, or discussing a countermeasure, and he smiled confidently as he watched the procession begin from the entrance of the town hall towards the city center, and he followed the procession as it moved.

You're going to give in!

Reporters brought in by Bucho were filming the procession, and even Dolin saw a man with a heavy video device on camera, who was his man, the Empire Star Media Company, and the march would not only be reported in the newspapers, but would also be presented to everyone in real terms among the mainstream middle and upper classes, telling everyone what kind of "strike march" it was.

As the party began to enter the center of the city, Durin withdrew his gaze, and he asked Dove to bring some wine and a happy land, followed by a relaxed salon with which Durin discussed the future and development of Otis City.

Meanwhile, Sawi in the procession was dressed in shabby clothes, holding signs and shouting slogans, but from time to time he looked out into the surrounding streets, and when he saw a local jewellery store, he suddenly burst out of the crowd. While shouting and hitting the capitalists, he picked up a wooden stick that he got from nowhere, and smashed the window of the jewelry store.

The shattered glass lay quietly on the ground, and the jewels behind the glass were exposed to the free air. Savi grabbed the jewels with one hand, glared at the shopkeeper in the store who was stunned by the sudden change, and shouted viciously, "Hit these businessmen, ugly capitalists!"

There was a brief commotion in the procession, and some young people watched as Savi stuffed some valuable jewels into his pockets, and some of the already restless workers strode out of the procession and quickly stuffed the jewels into their pockets.

More and more young people are attacking roadside shops, snatching goods and even beating up shopkeepers who are guarding their private finances.

The riots shook the ranks, with some even shouting slogans like "No Blame for the Law", and then rushing to the shops that had not yet been smashed, and finally, the ranks were completely disorganized.

Savi's pocket-filled jewelry squeezed through the crowd, and he pulled out a Molotov cocktail from his loose clothes, lit it, and threw it at the smashed jewelry store, and in an instant the flames rose into the air, and the heat wave spurred the workers who joined the smashing team.

At the front of the procession, there was complete chaos, and this riot spread like a terrible plague, and the procession into the city center was completely chaotic!

When the news was fed back to Buqiao, his face suddenly changed dramatically, the march was officially allowed, and the time, route, slogan and safety of the marchers and non-marchers must be submitted first. If there is such a riot, then it is not a march, it is a riot, it is a riot!

He immediately rushed in the direction of the city center, not paying any attention to the twenty-eight yuan pair of new leather shoes on his feet.

It's just that he ran too slowly, and the riots changed too quickly, and he ran in five minutes in twenty minutes, but what he saw was a crowd of people smashing and looting everywhere, and a large number of innocent citizens kneeling and crying.

His body began to tremble, and he knew that he was finished, not only was it finished, but he might also face the judgment of the law!

At this moment, he had the urge to turn around and flee from this place, from the Empire. But reason told him that he couldn't escape, and suddenly he seemed to realize something, and turned sharply to look in the direction behind him, but unfortunately he couldn't see the building, nor the group of people talking and laughing in the window.

Colonel Gordon, who had already entered the city circle, stood on a higher ground and looked at the city center with a telescope in the distance, black smoke was constantly rising into the sky, he slowly put down the binoculars, took out a box of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket, and lit one.

"Inform everyone, march quickly, suppress the riot!"

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