Chapter 848 A different “business owner”
Seeing the police car move out of the way, the kneeling people felt happy, but also sad: Maybe they wanted to ignore them?
"Brother workers, do you really believe them? These people put you on the streets, but have they ever cared about your children? Have they cared about whether you can have enough to eat tomorrow?"
"When all factories collapse and all jobs are lost, you will regret it! But those big companies can continue to operate and make a comeback, but what about me? What about you? Who of us can survive?!"
His voice sounded loud, with an added amplifier in his throat.
As he spoke, he looked affectionately at the workers watching the show
However, he soon discovered that the police car gave way, but the large pickup truck did not give way and still maintained a walking speed.
Mackinac's shabby appearance, glaring headlights and the smell of black smoke made him instinctively focus on the car:
"I'm not wrong! I just want to survive! But what else do I have now? The factory is gone, the orders are gone, and my workers are gone too!"
Ignoring the car and continuing to move forward, he began to grab his collar and roared:
"It's good for you, you went on strike, marched, and shouted slogans loudly! But you know how we small business owners survived? How many nights did we stay up and how much debt did we take on to keep this city alive!"
Some workers began to waver and looked up at Mackinac, but the car was still approaching, so they calmed down and continued to watch.
As the vehicle got closer and closer, this unremarkable declaration of war suddenly became interesting. The people behind the screen: executives, EBM's task force, political officers, and the marching police
Their mentality was suddenly attracted by the same scene, and they all changed into a theater mentality:
Do you really dare to run over this big pickup truck?
If it were crushed, this wave of public opinion would be muddied.
However, Mackinac still did not slow down, getting closer and closer to the people on the ground——
As the distance approached, the light blurred his sense of distance, and a strange sense of urgency appeared in his heart. He was forced to shift his gaze and look at the workers around him:
"I beg you, please don't bother me anymore. My factory can no longer hold on, and the bank will come and take everything away at any time.
You talk about hardship every day, but have you ever thought that we are no better than you! ”
The people on the ground were scratching their necks, and the sound of vehicle engines was still approaching in their ears!
He began to despair.
Everything he said is true. The production environment of small and medium-sized enterprises in the European Community is inherently embarrassing. Anyone who asks him to work is giving him a handout. He has earned his position with EBM with all his strength, and he has already owed the bank loan. Quite a few.
Now, because of this wave of labor movements sweeping across Europe, factories that were already stuck on the edge of meeting production capacity and quality standards collapsed instantly. A single delivery failure will cause loans to be overdue, the capital chain will be broken, and they will fall into a cycle of selling off assets and not being able to pay back the money. , and finally went bankrupt.
The result of bankruptcy is either death by crazy investors or death by calm investors. The best is to roll outside the European barriers, which is almost the same as death.
In his view, workers who lose their jobs due to factory closures can still find them again, and bosses who have a bankrupt credit are all close to death.
Not to mention that his wife has also run away with someone else, and his children may also die because of his breach of trust.
People are all equally helpless in the face of huge failure.
"My home...my children...I have nothing left...Why must your hopes be based on my despair?"
"Hahaha, in the end, I have worked hard all my life, but I never expected that the final outcome would be like this"
"Killed."
【Information transmission:】
[Because you like to be a boneless weakling in the middle, so when no one lets you lean on you, you have nothing. 】
[You have three options now, one is to continue kneeling on the ground and wait to be crushed to death in public, the other is to find a place out of the way and continue to kneel. 】
[One more thing, go back and sort out the situation in your factory now. The remediation committee needs it. 】
The guy on the ground with a stiff neck immediately staggered and rolled to the side. When he raised his head, he realized that the pickup truck was still far away from him
"Shh——"
"Haha! I thought he was a tough guy!" "Go home and masturbate!"
Amidst a burst of boos, the former executive ran away in despair.
Severns also swore and raised his middle finger: "Damn, I was shocked."
Although everyone in the car didn't say anything, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
In the situation just now, the worst outcome would be for the guy to be crushed to death, but it would be troublesome for them to ignore it——
Because the thing is true, the business owner can’t be considered a bad person to be honest.
At the very least, judging from the data from network surveillance, there is really no cyberpsychosis in his factory, and the accident rate is lower than the standards stipulated by the European Community. At most, the work is harder and the wages are lower.
When this guy ran to the road and knelt down, no matter how he dealt with it, it would cause confusion in the field of public opinion.
The result now is the best: he runs away in despair, and only his face is injured.
But for a person who started a company through hard work, losing face is the smallest thing.
"Idiot. You are so awesome, you can come up with this kind of gameplay"
Phantom said as he glanced at Elliot: the latter also looked obviously relieved.
She was instantly convinced that the instructions just now were not given by Elliot.
But Alina was different. She hugged Elliot's neck from behind and was so excited: "I'll go. You are so brave. How are you sure he will run away?"
"I uh, I'm lucky, I just feel like I can't quit."
The excitement of the parade was getting higher and higher. In the sky in the distant suburbs, a transport plane slowly landed with the words Jilafa Company printed on it.
Severns in the back seat patted Phantom on the shoulder: "Go to the port area, the supplies are here."
[Artem: Young people are so brave to play. If something happens, your workers’ demonstration will probably end here. 】
[Artem: Can you really build the factory? 】
[Elliot: The equipment is already being installed. 】
"Boss, look, this is our factory. It mainly deals with neurometallurgy and semiconductor lithography. The equipment is in pretty good condition. But it's definitely not as good as yours. As for the workers."
While replying to Artyom's message, Elliot visited the factory, and at the same time he felt a feeling of being refreshed:
The owner of this company, even if he is a small company owner, has a turnover of one million euros a year. He is definitely someone he could not reach before.
The term "company boss" seems to be inconsistent with the image of the middle-aged man who is arrogant and respectful in front of me.
However, Severns adapted quickly and said with a cold face:
"You have to sign a contract with the workers' organization under the rectification committee. The workers will listen to us. This is not a problem."
Merge small and medium-sized enterprises, poach workers, and provide production capacity to the Girafa Group to meet the order needs of the European Community, taking away EBM's share of local commercial orders and taking away the right to speak in business
This is a traditional business war.
[Cross-dimensional production is loading]
(End of chapter)