Then the technicians began to recall their life in the factory, with three dishes and one soup every day, ten yuan a month, and gifts during holidays. Is this considered an squeeze?
Master Ma became suspicious and said, "Sir, it's inappropriate for you to say that."
"May I ask this officer, where are we being squeezed? We are quite satisfied with the conditions given to us by the national army. Although we are a little busier on weekdays, the rewards are generous enough."
"If you work for a few more years with this kind of compensation, you can retire."
"Don't you think so, brothers?"
One call and a hundred responses.
"Yes, we are living a good life, why are you talking about rescuing us? I think you are robbers!"
"Yes, it's a robber!"
"protest!"
"Protest! Protest..."
Twenty-five people stood up and shouted in unison at the end.
The monk behind Lin Zhong became a little irritable, "Brigadier, how about I give you a break? These people are a bit difficult to deal with."
Lin Zhong glanced at the monk and said, "Go away, you bald man knows nothing about chicken feathers. Do you know how difficult it is to find a mechanic now?"
“These guys are the treasures now.”
Looking at these people, Lin Zhong waved his hand, "Everyone, be quiet first, be quiet!"
"Allow me to say a few words. If you still think we are bandits in the end, you can leave on your own."
After a word, everyone fell silent, and Zhou Weiguo on the side was also a little curious about what Lin Zhong could say.
Nothing can change the fact that they were snatched away, right?
Ahem!
Lin Zhong looked at the twenty or so people in front of him and said: "Everyone, I dare to ask, how much will you be paid? How many days of rest do you have in a week?"
Everyone thought for a while, and finally Master Ma said: "They gave us a total of ten yuan a month."
"Every month, I have two days off, and about ten hours of working time every day."
When talking about the reward, everyone still looked a little proud, but when talking about the rest time, everyone looked a little tired.
Ten hours a day, only two days off a month. Some of the older ones have been unable to bear it these days.
After hearing this, Lin Zhong lowered his head and smiled bitterly, his face full of sarcasm.
The technicians wondered what Lin Zhong meant.
Master Ma wondered: "Sir, what do you mean?"
Lin Zhong immediately said: "I laugh at you for being so ignorant."
"Haha, ten ocean dollars, ten ocean dollars..."
Lin Zhong had a sarcastic look on his face, although he had no idea whether ten yuan was too much or too little...
Zhou Weiguo behind him swallowed his saliva. Lin Zhong didn't know, but as he often studied abroad, he knew that ten yuan was not a lot.
You must know that a migrant worker may not be able to exchange two or three yuan for his annual harvest.
A group of technicians were also confused. They naturally didn't know how much the outside world should give to technicians like them. Technicians like them were generally subject to control, and freedom was only relative.
To put it bluntly, people give as much as they want.
Lin Zhong raised his head and continued: "Everyone, you may not know that talents like you should be worth at least 20 yuan."
"You have been lied to."
"And what's the point of giving you money for working so hard every day?"
"They are just squeezing you and treating you like a ruthless production machine!"
A few words made the technicians completely unable to sit still, twenty yuan!
It’s doubled!
"Sir, should I really be given so much?" Master Ma said in surprise.
Lin Zhong nodded decisively.
"Sir, at least there are still people there for us. Although it's a bit harder, it's better than being outside. There's chaos outside." Master Ma said, and the technicians on the side also followed suit.
Lin Zhong continued: "How about you come to my place?"
"How about I give you a salary of twenty oceans a month, an eight-hour working day, and four days off every month?"
Several mechanics came over and said, "Seriously!?"
"Absolutely serious!"
Lin Zhong then asked the monk to carry a box of Dayang from the warehouse as a subsidy to them.
Most of these technicians are recruited from the society. As for their beliefs, they don't exist at all. They came here because they saw the money given here, but they didn't expect that they would restrict personal freedom.
Finally, with Lin Zhong's generous remuneration, these technicians agreed to come here to work, and temporarily arranged dormitories for them until the factory was built before they could start working.
...
In an office, Yan Laoxi stared at a telegram.
The staff officer on the side felt that something was wrong and a bit cold in the atmosphere.
"Boss, what happened?"
Yan Laoxi squinted and handed the telegram to the staff officer on the side.
"What!"
"All the mechanics in the military factory have been lost!"
"How can this be!"
"The telegram said it was stolen by the Shinichi Brigade."
"Is this Lin Zhong really so bold?" The staff officer on the side was full of shock.
The importance of the military factory is self-evident. Although the scale of this military factory is not large, it is definitely at the forefront of the entire northwest of Shanxi in terms of productivity.
Are the mechanics just gone?
Yan Laoxi punched the table/
boom!
"No! Without these technicians, the military factory will be paralyzed immediately."
"We must find the boss of Eighth Road to explain!"
The staff officer said: "Boss, but this telegram says there is no evidence. It says that after they were bombed, the military factory was attacked by the New 1st Brigade, but this is just speculation."
"I'm afraid this matter is a bit difficult to handle..."
"Hmph! Get me through the phone number at the Eighth Route Headquarters first."
...
After a negotiation, the result was completely beyond Yan Laoxi's expectation. Not only did the boss of the Eighth Route Army not apologize at all, he also had a very tough attitude.
Don't talk nonsense if there is no evidence...
"Asshole! That's too much!"
"Isn't it too obvious to protect the calf? You actually said that I didn't think well of myself and blamed others?"
Yan Laoxi was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.
Daya Bay Headquarters.
The boss just hung up the phone.
Staff Officer Zuo on the side said: "Boss, according to my speculation, it seems that Lin Zhong is really the one who did it."
"It's just that it was done cleanly and beautifully without leaving any evidence."
The boss nodded, "Well, according to my guess, that's the case."
"But what does that kid do with so many technicians from the military factory?"
"Can this kid still have a military factory?"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole crowd burst into laughter.
