Mike's mood didn't get any better because of Riley's departure.

If it doesn't work out within a month, he'll end up the same as Riley.

It's not the same with Riley, though.

He is a communicator.

Under the protection of Hanif, Mike and the men run to negotiate with Hawley and his union.

"Guys, think so, if we agree to all of your requests, then wouldn't all our mines have to follow this standard?"

Mike sat across from Hawley and said politely.

"Then it's all according to this standard."

Hawley didn't see anything wrong with the proposal.

"This is not only an impact on our company, but also on the entire industry, it is difficult for the company to agree, you have to be considerate and considerate of me, I am also a part-time worker."

Mike began to try to pull in the relationship with the other side.

"Considerate of you? So who will be considerate of us? We risked digging coal day and night, and we were paid so little, and we could barely support our families by working non-stop, and we didn't even dare to get sick. ”

Hanks, as a miner himself, has a voice.

He spread his hands.

His hands were covered with thick calluses, and at the same time, the gaps in his skin had turned black, and he couldn't wash them off.

Liao Dabai on the side also stretched out his hand.

His hands are even worse than Hanks's.

One of his fingers was missing, supposedly because it was too dark under the mine and he accidentally broke one with a shovel.

"I understand, I understand." Mike calmed the emotions of the worker opposite.

"I mean, if you make some concessions on the conditions, as long as it is within my authority, brother, I can do it for you, I will definitely do it."

He slapped his chest loudly to make himself look more like a worker.

Hanks and Liao Dabai glanced at each other.

To be honest, they were a bit tempted by Mike's proposal.

Being able to obtain certain benefits in a short period of time is also a kind of progress, and the strike is not a strike in vain.

The workers also have an explanation.

Food, after all, you have to eat one bite at a time.

Negotiations are always going in the same direction.

But Hawley didn't agree.

"Mr. Mike, our request has been made clear for a long time, and I don't think there is a sky-high asking price, that is our most basic request."

The blonde youth said word for word.

His attitude was unusually firm.

Chen Jianqiu had already left Shiquan Town.

He has more important things.

Before leaving, he had confessed to Hawley.

Now the strikers are in complete advantage.

The fact that the company did not call for support directly to the state and sent the militia shows that they do not want to take things in a violent direction.

Even if they regret it and send the army over, as long as they dare to shoot, they have another plan.

I really can't do it, I can take these workers with me.

Roswell, Mexico, where don't you need miners?

The opposite side can't be beaten, and it can't be consumed.

This kind of negotiation is not reciprocal, so there is no need to make any concessions, and there is no need to miss a big thing for the sake of petty profits.

Mike tried his best, but to no avail.

As the de facto leader of the current strike, Hawley did not agree to any of his proposals, sticking to the first demands of the union.

Mike, who returned to the cabin, was a little desperate.

He stared at the ceiling of the cabin in a daze.

When did the union become so tough? It's himself, he doesn't please both sides, and he suffers from this wretched spirit every day.

Suddenly, the door of the cabin was pushed open.

Hanif walked in through the door.

"What, worried?" Hanif grinned at Mike, who looked down on his face.

"Hanif, I'm finished, do you detective agency still accept people? Otherwise, I'll go to you. Mike said with a low mood.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Mike is coming, of course I'm welcome." Hanif laughed so hard that his beard curled, "But you don't have to be so pessimistic. ”

"Oh? Do you have a good idea? ”

Seeing that Hanif had something to say, Mike immediately sat up straight.

"My suggestion is to shut down the coal mine in Shiquan Town and let these striking workers lose their jobs completely!" Hanif said solemnly.

Mike reclined back in his chair.

He was now somewhat convinced that Riley's telegram was true that Hanif had shaved the braids of the Chinese workers.

What a "big smart".

What a bad idea!

Shut down the coal mine?

What about the upfront investment in the coal mine? Will the board agree?

If you can do that, then what do you have to do with it?

"What, can't it be closed? Then sell it and sell it. Seeing that Mike was unimpressed with his suggestion, Hanif immediately proposed his next plan.

Mike couldn't laugh or cry.

He sat at the table with his fingers crossed on the table:

"Hanif, who do you think will take over a striking coal mine?"

The coal mine in Shiquan is now like a hot potato.

At this juncture, anyone who can do a little business will not choose to split capital to buy.

Hanif scratched his head:

"Why don't you give it a try, isn't writing reports your forte? Anyway, you haven't been on the front line before, didn't you say that you used to write reports every day? ”

Mike, who had been revealed, was silent again.

"Anyway, both horizontal and vertical are fired, and it is better to make some reasonable suggestions than to do nothing." Hanif patted Mike on the shoulder.

A week later, a report was sent to Webb's office.

The title is "Feasibility Analysis Report on the Sale of Shiquan Town Coal Mine".

Webb looked at the title and wanted to laugh for no reason.

Mike, Mike, I sent you to solve the strike problem, and you actually persuaded me to sell the coal mine?!

Is it because I have a sore on my body, so I have to cut off the flesh?

His gaze swept down the text.

Mike's first sentence in this report is:

As we all know, if a very serious abscess appears on a piece of skin, it is better to cut it off directly than to find a way to apply medicine and make it repeat

Webb rolled up the report and threw it in the trash.

He lay down in a chair with his fingers crossed on his abdomen and closed his eyes at the same time.

After a while, Webb opened his eyes and stood up from his chair.

He walked over to the trash can and picked Mike's report back out of the trash can.

He had to ask the old president, Stanford, for his opinion.

But just as Webb was pondering how to start with old Stanford, the old man's butler appeared outside his office.

"Do you have any instructions from the old man?" Webb looked at the very temperamental old butler in front of him and asked politely.

On the butler's face, there was nothing too rich in expression:

"The lord said, the coal mine in Shiquan Town, can it be sold or sold."

With that, he turned and walked out of the office.

Webb's mouth was wide open.

He froze in place for a moment.

Mr. Stanford has long been out of business with the company.

How the hell did he know he was going to persuade him to sell the mine?

By the time Webb reacted, he found that the butler had already gone downstairs.

He hurried out of his office and went downstairs to catch the butler who was putting on his hat and preparing to go out.

"Eh, did the old man say why?" Webb asked eagerly.

"That coal mine reminded him of his son, and he didn't want to be stuck in memories anymore." The butler replied briefly, and then went out and got on the horse.

What the butler said was true.

But he didn't tell Webb.

A few days ago, a Chinese boss appeared at the door of the villa in Stanford.