"Simon, have a drink in the evening?"

In the shade of the construction site, Simon was squatting in the corner and smoking a cigarette, and the sunlight outside was too strong, making the whole construction site like a steamer. Truckloads of ice were brought in, and workers wrapped the broken ice in towels and put them on hard hats to avoid heat stroke. The blazing sun will make the ice melt continuously, so that the ice water can continue to drip down, and the heat will continue to take away from them.

Although the summer work is very hard, the money given by the employer is very rich, and everyone works hard to make more money.

As the foreman of this construction site, many of the workers are residents of the town where Simon used to live, because he can speak well and is not stage frightened, so he gradually became the foreman and took everyone to find work together.

He leaned sideways and glanced up at the guy standing next to him, and retracted his gaze, "I'm not free at night, I have to meet the deadline." ”

He doesn't like people from the union, and it's certainly not good for these people to come to him. He had also encountered such a thing before, and the people in the trade union asked him to put pressure on the employer together, and at first he just came out to do things, and he stupidly took the words of the workers' union seriously, and he didn't know much about these things, so he stupidly followed. It is true that later their salary was a little more, about five percent, but the problem was that he was originally given three phases of the project, but he was let out of the first phase at the end of the first phase.

He gradually understood that no one in this world is stupid, whether it is to put pressure on those employers or others, it is always the workers who are unlucky in the end.

As for the workers' unions?

They must have won the war with the capitalists "again", and have received widespread attention and praise from society, and no one will care about the life and death of the workers.

Seeing that Simon didn't seem to be interested, the guy in the suit and leather shoes who wasn't too hot smiled, nodded and prepared to leave, "This is an event where the president of the trade union nods, you are the worker representative of the trade union, if you don't participate in the collective activity, the score will be reduced, maybe you will be demoted." He smiled, "I know what you're worried about, don't worry, I promise that after this event, no one will be forced to leave here, and you will still find enough jobs here!"

This statement is not unfounded, once the strike is successful, the unions will suppress the town hall and the capitalists, and if they want to get started, they must bow to the unions. When the time comes, contact one or two smaller projects, and everyone will cooperate, not afraid that those capitalists will not bow their heads, nor will they be afraid that Mayor Dolin in the city hall will not bow their heads. In addition, the president of the general union union personally nodded in agreement with this matter, and there will be absolutely no problems.

Once the unions have a firm grip on the labor market in Otis, they will become important in the city, as in many cities, and can even influence the direction of politics and public opinion when necessary.

Simon hesitated, and the guy in the suit took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Eight o'clock in the evening, Old Tom's Tavern!", he waved his hand and left.

Simon finished the last few puffs of cigarette with his head down, pointed to the two young people who had just come out of the town and walked over with a straight face, "You two don't be lazy, be lazy and be careful, I'll write to tell your parents!"

The workers on the entire construction site suddenly burst into laughter, and the two young men suddenly turned red, and they were ashamed to find something to get into.

When the evening was finished, Simon found a few old fellows together and told them about the afternoon, hoping that they would have an idea. This is what he has always done, after all, they are all people from the same place, and they have worked together for several years, and they know each other, and he is not the kind of dictatorial foreman, which is why everyone is willing to follow him all the time.

"I guess it has something to do with the accident a few days ago," the eldest and a half old man took two puffs ......with a cigarette gun in his mouth, looking comfortable. Otis is very hot during the day, but at night it is a different picture, especially cool. He smiled and looked calm, who had already seen through the glitz of the world, and said, "You can go and see first, and listen to what those guys have to say first." If it's good for us, we'll participate, if it's not good for us, we'll not participate, it's that simple!"

Several others seemed to have the same opinion, and Simon made up his mind that if it wasn't a bad thing, he would participate. If it's not a good thing, then he stays away.

In the evening, Simon put on a coat and came to Old Tom's Tavern, he was a little surprised as soon as he stood at the door, and when he pushed the door open, he was a little dumbfounded, the small tavern was crowded with people, more than a dozen of whom he knew, and they had met when he worked at Namilinders' side before, and they were all foremen. He squeezed down next to a friend with whom he had a fairly good relationship, asked for a glass of wine, and asked in a low voice, "What are the unions going to say today? Why are there so many people?"

His friend smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's a good thing!"

"Good thing?", Simon quickly stood up before he finished speaking, took a small half glass of wine from a grandmother who looked to be in her seventies, and politely said thank you before sitting down again, "How good?"

His friend glanced back at the innermost seat in the tavern, turned around and said, "Do you know the guy who fell from a height a few days ago?", Simon nodded, almost most workers have heard of this, and many people feel sorry for him, after all, every worker is the pillar of a family, and once he loses the ability to work, the whole family will face great difficulties in the future.

The man continued: "Bucho said that neither the city hall nor the employer seems to be going to pay for the medical expenses and other compensation, and they say that the guy fell because of his own problem, not an injury caused by the work, so not only is there no compensation, but even the medical expenses need to be paid by the guy himself. Bucho spoke to the mayor, who was tough, so he planned to launch a strike to get the town hall and the employers to back down. ”

"It's a good thing for us, because we can get a little bit of a pay increase and we don't have to worry if something happens. ”

Originally, Simon planned to stay out of the matter, but when he heard his friend say this, the sense of justice in his heart suddenly flooded, and he felt that what his friend said was not wrong. If the city hall and the employer have a bad attitude, they are unwilling to compensate and shirk their responsibilities, then they must not be fooled so easily, and they must be let know that the working class is powerful.

It was about half past eight in the evening that Bucho arrived at the tavern, where more than fifty foremen had gathered, and a dozen or twenty who had clearly expressed their unwillingness to participate in any action of the union. Bucho didn't mean to force them in this regard, but he had already drawn a × for these people in his heart, and he would never give these people good work resources in the future, he swore it!

"Thank you for being able to listen to me after a tiring day, I thank you, thank you!", he made his way through the crowd and stood on the steps of the stairs inside, "I think the reason why I called everyone here, everyone knows, yes, we need to get justice for our injured community." The hateful capitalists and snobbish town halls can spend their money on squandering food, drink, and merrymaking, but are unwilling to take on the responsibilities they should have for a worker in need. ”

"Since they don't want to do this, then we need to use our strength to make them understand that we are not nothing, that we are not weak!"

"We, the working class, will always be a formidable force, and we don't want to show our edge all the time, but we don't mind showing our muscles when necessary!"

"Strike!"

Bucho looked at the foremen with a solemn face, "Strike! Only a strike can make them understand what they have done wrong, and justice is on our side." The president personally instructed that he would stand in solidarity with our strike, and that some other social groups would also stand in solidarity with us. We are not here to get more salaries, nor are we looking for better benefits, we just want to get justice for our injured workers!"

It was destined to be a sleepless night for many, including Bucho himself, especially when he first returned to the workers' union and was confused when his lawyer handed him the march application approved by Doolin himself.

He already knew that Doolin had a very tough personality and that the mayor liked to pick words, so he submitted an application before the parade was held, as required by law. He did not expect that Doolin would approve it, and in his mind it was very likely that Doolin would not approve the union's application. But it doesn't matter, he's already contacted the President of the Church, and he'll apply directly to the state, or higher if the state doesn't agree.

But he didn't think that Durin would agree, why would he agree, or maybe he had some conspiracy, or he had realized the seriousness of the problem and was ready to compromise?

Bucho didn't know all this, the only thing he knew was that it was approved, and in two days he would hold a huge strike march, and maybe then he would know what Dührin was thinking. At the same time, Durin will also know that no matter what his schemes are, in the face of tens of thousands of workers, any conspiracy is as fragile as a piece of toilet paper, unable to withstand the impact of a rainstorm!

The next day, the sun was still rising, and there was no strange atmosphere in the city of Otis, and the workers at every construction site were working hard, and no one was lazy. Everyone was puffing up their energy, waiting for the moment when the sun would rise in dozens of hours.

[A strike is a strike, a march is a march]

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