Chapter 384: Gathering Manpower
However, the townsfolk only scared him, but didn't really do anything.
Freddy Pavit was relieved, and he summoned Ning An: "You are more friendly, I want to ask you to go to the town and talk to the residents." โ
Ning An has black and elegant middle hair, and "beautiful" facial features, after this period of tempering, he is a little more sassy.
He nodded: "No problem, I'll go to the temptation first." โ
In September, autumn is high and cool.
It's been sunny for many days, but everyone knows that the rainfall is high at this time, and God says that if you turn your face, you will turn your face.
The air is filled with pre-storm moisture.
Ning'an talks to the townspeople of Kurdeks.
"Man, take the liberty of asking, you're a man, aren't you?"
Ning An's eyelids jumped, and he wanted to pull out his gun and destroy this man.
"Yes." He suppressed his anger. "What do you think of the Apex Weapons Factory?"
The man shrugged: "I don't have a problem because I haven't lost my job yet." โ
"Huh?" Ning An was a little confused, and felt that the donkey's lips were not right for the horse's mouth: "What does this have to do with unemployment?" โ
The man rolled his eyes: "Don't you understand?" Oh, forgot, you're a cowboy and you're not unemployed for a while. Did you know that a lot of people are unemployed? Do you think they will be happy that the construction of the Apex Weapons Factory did not hire a single local man? โ
Ning An felt that he had grasped the point, and hurriedly took out a cigarette and handed it over, but he didn't smoke it himself, so he didn't have this habit.
This cigarette was deliberately prepared by him, because he always saw Zhao Chuanxin socializing by handing out cigarettes.
The man took the cigarette, put his nose down and sniffed, couldn't help but light it, comfortably swallowed the clouds and exhaled the fog, and sure enough, he came to talk: "Since the San Francisco earthquake last year, many people have started to lose their jobs.
The people in our town are not happy to think that the apex weapons factory will not employ locals and destroy the environment.
You know, Lake Putnam is one of the jewels of Kurdeks.
Even if you destroy this pearl, at least you have to feed everyone, right? โ
Ning An knew that it was true, but he didn't know why.
And that person only knows that the unemployment rate is increasing.
From 1894 to 1904, the United States made great progress on the road to industrialization and even replaced Britain.
During this period, financiers actively matched, unleashed their long-sleeved and good communication skills, and the charm of their money in their hands, integrating more than 1,800 companies in the United States into more than 80.
This number is staggering, and it is not known how many large companies have grown by acquiring weaker competitors in difficult economic times.
Over the course of a decade, the total assets of U.S. financial institutions have grown from $9.1 billion to $21 billion.
In the economic crisis caused by the San Francisco earthquake last year, when the total loss in San Francisco was $350 million to $500 million, or 1.2 percent of the U.S. gross national product in 1906.
The money supply had been tightening since 1904, and last year's San Francisco earthquake triggered a massive demand for funds, which was exacerbated by this trend.
Asset prices are slowly declining slightly.
From September 1906 to the end of February 1907, the stock index of all publicly traded companies in the United States fell by 7.7 percent.
In the process of tightening the money supply, it seems that prices have fallen, and it seems to be beneficial to the people.
In reality, however, the decline in commodity prices has also caused companies to reduce costs and production, leading to higher unemployment.
Everything is moisturizing things and quietly changing.
If Zhao Chuanxin hadn't been familiar with the history of several economic crises, he would definitely not have felt the precursor of "the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings", let alone Ning An and ordinary people.
The man sighed and said melancholy: "Those bullshit bankers on Wall Street claim in the newspapers that the financial market is picking up recently, but the number of unemployed people has not decreased at all. It can be seen that this group of bitches is talking nonsense. โ
Ning An didn't know that the phenomenon that this man said was similar to that of Zhao Chuanxin's Thomas ยท W. Lawson has a direct relationship.
Ning An got the answer he wanted and went back to reply to Freddie Pavit.
Freddy Pavit patted the growing hair loss on the brain: "What bullshit environmental pollution, I see!" It was I who didn't think it through, thinking that the mayor would gladly agree, and that it also represented the thoughts of the townspeople. Now that the crux of the problem has been found, it is easy to solve! โ
Just increase local jobs.
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Let's talk about Zhao Chuanxin.
After breakfast, he rode Mishan to New York City.
He was accompanied by Marcus Nkrumah on a sturdy black Morgan horse.
Zhao Chuanxin could even see a hint of complaint on the horse's face.
It's so heavy.
It's Mishan, and the bonus given by elastic boots is like pedaling a moped alone, happy uphill and downhill.
An ordinary horse travels 150 kilometers a day, and Mishan can quadruple.
Upon entering the city, Marcus Nkrumah on horseback became dazzling, shining like a black light bulb.
As an Asian, Zhao Chuanxin can only be relegated to second place.
Zhao Chuanxin looked at those ill-intentioned eyes, and felt that his hands were itching, and he remembered the scene when the blood flowed at the beginning.
It wasn't until he arrived in the Brooklyn area that his malicious gaze turned into a surprised face.
Most of the people living here are people of color at the bottom of society, and blacks make up 80 percent.
In New York, which has an oceanic climate, temperatures in September are not constant.
It's cool today.
Marcus Nkrumah has a well-fitting and neat overall, and a horse with a great horse under his crotch, which can be regarded as glamorous and outstanding in his kind.
Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of paper, looked at the address on it, compared the street and house number, and came to a person's house and knocked on the door.
The door was opened by one of the few fat black women at this time, looking at Zhao Chuanxin and Marcus Nkrumah who was leading the horse vigilantly and suspiciously.
She said in a bad tone: "Who are you looking for?" โ
Zhao Chuanxin deliberately called his name instead of his surname to show familiarity: "Find your second child, Isaiah." โ
But the fat black woman still didn't let her guard down: "He's in trouble? It's not a disaster for your family, you should know the rules! โ
"Not yet, but if you don't call him out, you'll definitely get into trouble in the future." Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "Because I did his brother a favor and found him a job." โ
The black fat woman's eyes lit up: "What you said is true?" โ
Her two children like to get into trouble and wander the streets, one is in prison, and the other is on the verge of being imprisoned all year round.
Isn't it like you don't have a job?
It's hard for blacks to find work, and Samuel Gompas, a leader of the New York Federation of Labor, has publicly stated that unions are for whites, not for blacks.
Zhao Chuanxin said: "Of course, now you go and call him out." โ
Isaiah was not tall, and his hair was full of curls, combed into locks.
With a wide jaw and protruding eyes, he looks like a monster.
He wore a cheap crumpled linen shirt like a rag, dangling his shoulders, and deliberately looked at Zhao Chuanxin with an unruly look on his face.
But after seeing the size of the two, the arrogance was short.
Zhao Chuanxin is okay, and Marcus Nkrumah is a living silverback gorilla.
It's going to be a conflict, and it's going to hammer Isaiah to death.
Isaiah coughed dryly, originally wanting to raise his voice, but unconsciously lowered his voice: "What are you looking for me?" โ
Zhao Chuanxin looked at his mother and pulled him aside: "Your brother asked me to come, this is a letter written by him, do you recognize the words?" โ
Isaiah nodded, took the letter and read it.
Then he handed it back to Zhao Chuanxin: "Yes, he wrote it." So, what are you looking for me to do? โ
"......" Zhao Chuanxin was not angry: "You still don't know what to do with you?" โ
"Well, I can read his name and the handwriting of his name, but I can't read the rest of it."
It's also a talent.
Zhao Chuanxin got straight to the point: "I am short of manpower, your brother recommended you to me, do you want to do it?" โ
As soon as he heard about the lack of manpower, Isaiah instinctively knew that it was not a legal and compliant business.
He didn't even think about it: ", is it good?" โ
Zhao Chuanxin is seriously short of money.
So he is a little lacking in confidence: "Eat and drink, there is wine and meat." โ
But he didn't want Isaiah to say yes: "That's good, but you have to keep your promise." โ
Rub, Zhao Chuanxin never expected that the requirements for this product would be so low.
thought that he would at least raise his weekly salary of 2 yuan.
He didn't know how hard it was for blacks at this time, and he didn't know that even whites were getting their unemployment rate rising.
Since he agreed to do things, Zhao Chuanxin was not polite: "Okay, come with me, go and help me gather some people." โ
Isaiah went back and muttered to his mother, then went back to the house and shoved a dagger into his waist.
"Boss, who are we going to now?"
"Go find the ten Smith brothers."
"Boss, they are not easy to mess with, this brother manages a few cotton nightclubs, the third child protected the field and injured the white man and was imprisoned, they are very famous, they are unlikely to do things for you."
The implication is that these people are living a prosperous life, making money, and dare to openly beat white people, and they will not bend their waists for five buckets of rice.
"Hehe, the conditions I offered, they can't refuse."
Isaiah looked at Marcus Nkrumah and said that the Smith brothers together might not have beaten this humanoid beast.
He looked at Zhao Chuanxin and the two of them on horseback with envy.
In New York, and elsewhere, there are very few black people on horseback.
In the Midwest, however, there are many Asian cowboys riding horses.
By the time we arrived at the Cotton Nightclub, it was already dark.
Zhao Chuanxin handed the horse to the doorman: "Take care of my horse." โ
Outside the cotton nightclub hung a sign peeling from patent leather, and on the wall was a huge poster with cotton, a saxophone and a black cat.
He led the two of them upstairs.
When I got to the door, I heard jazz music and the sound of people coming from the hall.
It's quite lively.
No wonder Isaiah said that the Smith brothers were a good mix.
"Boss, the one with the scar on his face at the door is the biggest Smith."
Isaiah roamed the streets all year round and knew the people on the rivers and lakes well.
Big Smith also saw Isaiah: "Isaiah, I warned you, don't come to the cotton nightclub to play the autumn breeze if you don't have money, poor ghosts are not welcome here." โ
Isaiah stopped timidly.
"Give yourself some confidence." Zhao Chuanxin patted Isaiah on the shoulder, and just when he showed gratitude, Zhao Chuanxin said again: "You can tell him that he is here to pick up leftovers today." โ
"......" Isaiah laughed more ugly than he cried.
Zhao Chuanxin laughed and stepped forward: "You are Big Smith?" 2. Where's Smith for four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety? โ
Big Smith raised his chin and looked up at Zhao Chuanxin: "You are here for fun, then I welcome." If you're here to find fault, don't blame me for being rude. โ
Zhao Chuanxin took out a stack of papers, flipped through them, took out one and handed it over.
After Big Smith saw it, he narrowed his eyes: "You are the third brother's cellmate?" Hehe, do you think that with a piece of paper, you can drive our brother to do things for you? โ
(End of chapter)