Pietro has been very comfortable lately, due to the persecution of the leak of his ability, the two siblings had to flee from Europe, although they were imprisoned by a certain organization when they first arrived in this big 6, but they were quickly rescued by well-wishers, they followed Eric to the group of their compatriots, no longer hostile to ordinary people, and now there is still money to spend, he is so happy that he can't tell the difference between east and west, and forgets all the hard days of the past.

Now his only concern is whether this life can last forever, after all, the situation in the United States has only improved recently. This change was orchestrated by Mr. Eric, who was kind to him, and he wanted to do his part for his fellow citizens as much as he did.

Now that he was finally called, Pietro responded almost without thinking. No matter what the job was, he was bent on showing Eric that it wasn't just John's little hairy heads that he could trust.

As if a whirlwind was blowing on the flat ground, Pietro rushed to the top floor as fast as he could, taking out a comb and mirror from his bosom as he ran, and expertly tidied up his meter until he stepped on the wall and stopped outside the hall on the top floor, and Mary Jane's phone was not yet put down.

"Hey." The silver young man handsomely greeted the shocked secretary lady, calmed down his nervousness, and then pushed open the door and showed his brightest smile to the man inside.

"Hello, Brother Pietro." With his back to the warm sunlight, Eric smiled and invited him to sit down, and then the door closed automatically, blocking out the sound inside.

Outside the hall, Mary Jane shook her head and put down the microphone.

Outside the Osborne Industrial Park at the moment, some people are patiently waiting to negotiate with the management. It is a bit reluctant to say that the management is because they do not belong to this place, and if they dare to rush into the factory and forcibly take away the workers like in other companies, they will most likely be prosecuted by the other party for "violating private territory". Osborne's anti-union work has always been very effective, and given the generosity of the bosses, there seems to be no reason for the workers to pay 6 percent of their salaries every month just to wait for an opportunity that they don't need for decades.

It is not 1886, there is no need for bloody strikes to fight for rights, and no one wants to build their own forts against each other like the workers and management of the Carnegie Steel Works, and everyone can finally sit down and negotiate calmly. The Trotskyist Union has become too strong, and many of its own companies have been forced to the other side of the Pacific, Japan, Vietnam, India, and China...... Cheap goods from these countries are like a never-ending tide that destroys their own light industry. In this case, the chicken-and-egg question suddenly becomes less important, and there is less and less support available in the appeal, and no one wants to come to a place like Osborne without additional incentives.

You know, although this company has just changed all the top management, but the past policy has not changed, there is not enough worker support in the factory, and the new boss is a powerful mutant, although now wearing the halo of a hero, but God knows if they will suddenly turn around and beat the provocative union members to pieces.

It is not easy for people to be in high positions in any organization, so when the people at the bottom were instigated by the outside and had to come here to settle their official business, the top management of the trade union specially sent a veteran, believing that his stability could suppress those young people who were prone to red eyes, so as not to bring unnecessary trouble.

However, the restless young man did not see it that way, and he was looking at the back of his senior's head with extremely contemptuous eyes, as if he was silently scolding him for daring to live up to the trust of the members, but the senior's head turned with difficulty, and his face immediately changed to another expression, with an indelible manic impulse in his infinite respectful obedience.

This is a typical black character, in fact these are two black men, in front of him is a lawyer in his sixties, his skin is tanned red, he is less than six feet tall, but he weighs more than two hundred and fifty pounds, the long years have given him the wisdom to perceive the world, there is no need to stare at the person behind him, he also guessed what the guy is thinking, as a person who has come over, he knows deeply what kind of face is behind the young man's restrained and honest face, but he is now old, and many things do not have to be cared about, So just squinting peacefully, listening to melodious and undulating country music and napping in the car.

After a while, the door of Osborne was still not opened, and the young black man could not help himself, and he glanced at another car parked in the distance, and the people inside made a silent urging gesture, so he dropped the half-smoked cigarette and got into the union's car.

"Mr. Modori?" The young black man called out to the chubby senpai, who seemed to have fallen asleep to a beautiful melody. “！” He raised his voice and screamed impatiently several times before Mr. Morrido opened his eyes drunkenly.

"Ah, I just remembered the wonderful night I spent with a Mexican hottie the year Nixon stepped down, and you woke me up." Waking up from a beautiful dream, Morrido let out a long breath, twisted his buttocks, and stretched his waist again before asking.

"Is something wrong?"

What happened? I woke you up until nothing happened.

The young black man pointed to the factory gate with a blank face, and Morrido continued to close his eyes without looking.

"We can't wait any longer, we need Osborne to give us an account." The young black man rudely reached out and shook him, trying to shake him awake. Mr. Morrido, who was one of the most prominent lawyers in the region, has represented black defendants in dozens of sensational charges, but that was in the past, and now that he is old, ruined, worthless, and still occupies a prominent position in the union, it is unfair. The man in the car was right: the quickest way for the newcomers to get ahead was to pick up the guys and cut the old things off their horses, and break their way out of the flesh and blood, and now Osborne's anti-union bridgehead was the best chance to bounce up.

The young man's blood was boiling, but he was not a fool, no matter how the people in the other car urged, he always pushed the old man to the front desk to take responsibility, so when he imagined the old man's tricks, he simply sat down and stayed until the convoy drove into the Osborne park from outside, and someone came out of the gate and knocked on the car window to regain his fighting spirit.

In the conference room, Eric sat opposite the union representatives.

“！” Mordori was no longer lethargic at all, and the sleepiness was just a disguise, and when Osborne's invitation came, his energy returned to his body, and with a surprising composure he ordered the young black man to drive into the factory, and then calmly accepted the instructions, and walked up to Eric, his attitude was very appropriate, and his smile made people feel enough kindness.

At this point, the young black man suddenly felt a little weak, and then thought of the identity of the opponent he was talking to, so his hot head began to cool down, and he obediently stepped back and stood behind Mo Duoli.

"Before I came here, I heard the news that Osborne's major shareholder had changed hands, and now I am relieved to see you in person." After the cold noise, Mo Duoli regained his slow appearance.

"How?" Eric took the drink and asked nonchalantly. "Could it be that the government introduced a bill to subsidize the past harm done to mutants when I didn't know it?"

"Not really, it's better to deal with someone with a great reputation than someone we don't know anything about." With a slap in Eric's hand, Mordoli moved closer and closer. "I think you can understand that because of the reminder we received, we can't afford not to do our duty for the benefit of all workers."

"What's the conclusion?" Eric nodded, accepting his explanation.

"After our investigation, Osborne did an excellent job in every way, which was simply fantastic." Modoli had an investigative report on it, and it wasn't a flattering statement to say that, but Eric wasn't satisfied, he wanted more.

"I think people who are enthusiastic must be very concerned about social welfare, and I would like to thank this one, no, I have to thank him. The credibility of a business is almost equal to the reputation of a person, and since someone has helped us to go further, I ask to express my greatest gratitude to him. ”

Mo Duoli avoided his request, and the whistleblower would be despised by everyone, not to mention that there was a disobedient young man behind him.

"Sir, we're just a bunch of hard-working people." He bowed his posture as hard as he could. "There may be a lot of misconceptions about us, but it's not all what people say, we have a lot of expenses, the union doesn't cost much, but we have to pay for the wages and other expenses during the strike, so you can see that we are doing less and less of that kind of excesses. We just want to get what we deserve, and we don't want to get involved in the competition of big companies. ”

Although it has not been clearly stated, he has already hinted at where the driving force behind the scenes is coming from, and Eric smiled slightly as he watched the face of the other black man behind him suddenly magically turn white.

"Don't ignore your own power, I think you can play a bigger role." Eric said half-persuasively, half-mockingly. "Actually, you can exert pressure through the government and public opinion, we are a responsible big company, and we don't want to leave a bad impression on the public."

Listening to his words, the young black man was a little moved, and he had to struggle no matter how he received other people's money, he grunted a few times in his throat and was about to interject in, when he suddenly saw Eric's cold eyes without a smile, and an invisible horror choked his neck, he lowered his head and didn't dare to say more.

"No, we're not going to do that." Modoli didn't see the movement behind him, but he had his own reasons. "You don't need votes, so how can we come to an understanding. You are capable people, and since we don't want to offend the local tycoon, Mr. Kim, we don't want to offend you for the same reason. ”

"So, you're not going to try again?" Eric asked, smirking.

"Osborne doesn't have our members." Mordoli smiled and declined.

"Well, I'm sorry." Eric, appreciating his upbeat insight, wrote two checks, one for the union as a financial donation, and the other in the palm of his hand and delivered it to where it belonged.

"Pietro, send this gentleman on my behalf, and listen to his story by the way."

The silver young man said yes behind him, and followed the two visitors out the door. r1152

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