Earning too much?

Listening to the young man's words, Albert raised his hand and poured out a cup of hot tea and handed it to the other party,

"Do I need to help you with your injuries first?"

The young man took the hot tea, took a sip, and shook his head,

"No, thank you, Mr. Albert, a doctor has seen me before you come."

He was amazed that there were professional doctors in the mine, and the level was not low!

Albert sat the other person down in a chair and motioned for the other person to continue the conversation.

"That's right, it's too much."

The young man looked a little lonely and sighed,

"The income of these miners is the highest in Wudu, and what is even more amazing is that no one dares to deduct their treatment, and the salary is paid on time every week, which is unimaginable in Wudu."

In addition to salary, there are also medical services, insurance services, and children's education on the mine

Of course, all these things require money.

Although the miners were well paid, their income was not yet hot, and in the blink of an eye it went into Mr. Luden's pocket.

It's just that all this is done willingly by the miners.

Everything sold in the mine is at an internal price, which is much lower than the market price.

There are even miners who are busy buying and selling and making a small fortune.

After listening to the young man's words, Albert asked,

"So, all the contradictions and conflicts you said can be solved by just giving more money?"

"No, of course not, sir, it's not that simple."

The young man wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and showed a bleak smile,

"You didn't see them beating me, these miners are very angry, they seem to be on fire, and their lives are not satisfactory."

He had been beaten in other mines, and not everyone would agree with him, and some had beaten him in the head.

It's just that this time it's different.

The young man found that the miners on the mine were particularly short-tempered.

"Is it the continuous high-intensity work that makes people nervous, and then more irritable and irritable?"

Albert tried to explain the matter from a medical point of view.

Hannibal was an expert in this area, and for mental illness, St. Peter's Sanatorium had a special group of people studying it, carrying on Lane's last wish.

"Part of the reason for this is not only back then, how can I describe it?"

Young people try to organize language,

"It's like. Pressure cooker, yes, like a pressure cooker! They are constantly burning, the air pressure in the pot is constantly increasing, and sooner or later one day it will explode! ”

Pressure cooker?

This was the first time Albert had heard of this idea.

He immediately asked rhetorically,

"The mine has been in operation for four or five years, and nothing has happened to you, not even a sign."

"Because the old miners have been fired."

The young man swore and said,

"You can go and get a roster of miners, most people can't stay here for three years.

That's right, the wages of the workers in the mines here are the highest, and the benefits here are the best, even better than the legendary gods, but what are the requirements? Day and night overtime, extreme legal working hours, extremely fierce competition...

Just like the donkey in the mill, once they get old, they will be eliminated, when the miners leave the mine, they find that their savings have long been replaced by all kinds of broken copper and iron, the wealth they create does not belong to them, they could have had savings, but one consumption trap after another traps trap them trapped, they can never master the secret of creating wealth, they can only sell their physical strength and time

They had nothing else to do but go to other mines and continue to work as miners, and their pressure was not released, but only brought to the next job. ”

After speaking, the young man seemed to have lost his energy, poured the empty cup into his mouth, shook his head, and said,

"Oh my God, the person who designed this system is a real demon."

Albert didn't care about the young people's evaluations.

After a moment of silence, Albert spoke again,

"Even if you don't need a roster, I believe what you said, your thinking has touched something, but you haven't organized it into a system, how to say it, my friend, the torch of thought is to be transmitted, and it must be passed in a system, just like an assembly line. You should develop this into a science!

Science, do you understand, just like Mendel pioneered genetics, you have to do it systematically, you can't be like those empty philosophers, you have to make people understand, you have to make people understand, you have to make people understand, you have to convince people.

You should write a book instead of wasting your time in the mines and factories, and that's it, and you've seen enough of it to write."

Albert stood up and patted the young man on the shoulder as an encouragement.

"Someone will take you home and get some rest."

With that, he turned and left.

After returning to the carriage, Albert did not return to his own home, but asked the coachman to take him to the orphanage.

The door was opened by a beautiful lady, some said she was Mr. Ludon's wife, others said she was just a mistress.

Albert didn't have much contact with the other party, and he greeted respectfully,

"Hello, ma'am, I hope it doesn't disturb you and Mr. Luden."

The other party smiled and beckoned Albert into the house,

"Mr. Albert, please come in, that lazy fellow knows you're back and won't go downstairs."

Ludon was on the third floor, and Todd was on the second floor playing with Hannibal, playing a type of billiards invented by Mr. Luden.

After Albert went upstairs, Hannibal looked up and asked,

"Settled in the mines?"

"Sort of."

Albert turned to look at Todd,

"Mr. Todd, I would like to ask you to protect someone."

The company's medical staff and security forces are all Todd in charge of training and commanding.

Listening to Albert's name, Todd frowned,

"This guy is a troublemaker, and a lot of people want to trouble him."

The implication: to add money.

It's not that Todd deliberately embarrassed Albert, the company's system is like this.

Public is public, private is private.

Anyone who wants to use the power of the company to do private things needs to follow the same rule - add money.

Todd happened to know that Albert had spent all his savings and dividends, and that he was still some time away from his next paycheck. …

Albert turned his gaze to Hannibal, who spread his hands helplessly,

"You've borrowed £20,000 from me, and while it's only a number to us now, how are you going to repay it?"

Albert said as he went upstairs,

"Oh, I have a paper on the movement of celestial bodies to send recently, and I should be able to get this year's Ryan badge, and when the prize money is issued, I will pay you back."

Hannibal:

I think you're innocent of fault, right?

Since the reform of the Lane Coat, Hannibal has missed the Lane Badge twice.

For the first time, losing to Mendel's pea thesis, Hannibal was convinced.

Before the second Lane Badge Medicine Prize, a highland doctor named Charles accidentally discovered that lice were 'typhus infected' and wrote to Hannibal for advice on the matter.

The generous Dr. Hannibal recommended the paper to "Liu Zike", and Charles received the Lane badge without any suspense.

Hannibal made a lot of gold in tears, and the company laid out in advance, producing a large number of medicines against lice, and the revenue skyrocketed that year.

In front of [Money Conscience] and the Lane badge, Hannibal chose conscience without hesitation and made a little money by the way.

He just didn't expect that Albert's casual words could hurt himself so deeply!

Todd silently handed over a razor and encouraged,

"Knife him, right now!"