Aluminum Association, Denglu City Shangcheng District.
Compared with Xiacheng District, the greening, environment and street layout of Shangcheng District are significantly higher.
In the downtown area, an dumped trash can might not be taken care of for days or even a week, but in the uptown area shortly after the riots broke out, people could no longer find even a single trace of the riot.
A beautiful building with a circular glass dome towers in the center of the city. The outer wall is surrounded by a large number of white columns and exquisite flags, forming patterns one after another, which looks as bright as a rainbow from a distance.
Here is the highest conference hall in Dengluo City.
Those densely packed flags are naturally the factory trademarks of factory owners who choose to join the association.
Together they form the highest authority in this vast land.
Today, Ariel Gray rarely used the power of the president of the association to summon all members of the Aluminum Association to the council chamber.
In this parliament hall, which can accommodate thousands of members, at a glance, almost all of them are well-dressed and well-spoken upper-class people.
Many of them had business dealings, and even when they arrived at the council chamber, they lowered their heads and whispered to each other.
Each person's voice is not loud, but when combined together, it becomes an extremely irritating buzz.
Ariel, who was wearing a gorgeous dress, knocked on the table with the hammer in her hand, and her voice was transmitted to every corner of the parliament hall through the loudspeaker: "Ladies and gentlemen, you want to mess up such a serious occasion like this." Is this the kind of atmosphere where injured and injured workers in Xiacheng District help each other?!”
After knocking for more than thirty seconds, the council chamber fell silent.
But there are still many people with disdain and impatience on their faces - because this so-called big council has little relationship with most people.
The entire parliament hall is divided into two parts. The first part is a small discussion table composed of large factory owners. A mere twenty people hold nearly half of the voting weight.
The remaining voting weight is divided among countless other small and medium-sized factory owners, and a single vote in their hands is indeed insignificant to the outcome of the parliament.
Rather than casting such a vote, many factory owners care more about their orders, their profits and costs.
Ariel looked at the venue, then at the big factory owners surrounding the central table, and said straight to the point: "Hasn't everyone discovered the crisis we are about to encounter?"
As soon as the words fell, a big factory owner said: "Yes! It's all the fault of those idiots in the Eastern Dayang Trading Group for causing such a big incident... Now, the workers have an excuse to come to me for a wage increase! I demand another compensation from them!”
"Haha, I think it's a good thing?" A factory owner in charge of the military industry seemed to have a hard time dealing with this man, and immediately retorted, "The governor and the other side are about to start a war. I have been selling weapons very well recently. I don’t feel any crisis.”
"Why, the warmongers are so anxious to start licking the governor's boots? Don't forget that the governor who has done nothing for us levies a high tax from us every year!"
"Why are you looking for reasons for your own poor management? How many years have we been operating a factory here? Which year was it not like this? Which year did we not pay taxes to the governor? Why did you jump out and scream this year?!"
"You deserved to have your factory burned down in the riots!"
Seeing that without even saying a few words, the factory owners below were about to start a fight, and Ariel banged the table hard again.
"Stop having unnecessary arguments!" Ariel's voice was filled with anger. "Everyone knows that the cost of workers is rising, the price of raw materials is rising, and our overall orders have declined in the past few months. 10%! What is this number? Do you have any idea?"
With costs soaring on one side and orders falling on the other, these people still have time to quarrel over trivial matters.
But Ariel is different. She is the largest factory owner here and is also the most sensitive to numbers.
In that seemingly ordinary change, Ariel had already seen a huge, brewing crisis.
The recent riot seemed to have been quelled, but in fact the symptoms were treated rather than the root cause.
Ariel stood up and said: "Everyone here has not felt the crisis because the gentlemen who are bankrupt and no longer here still have some orders... These orders have flowed to you, so the crisis has not affected you for the time being. It’s just on you.”
"And, haven't you noticed yet? We are already very dependent on orders from the Governor's District... What if one day, the Governor suddenly stops giving us orders?"
"The Governor has been able to produce many industrial products independently, but we can't find a bigger market to sell our products!"
"We cannot wait for the crisis to completely break out before we find a solution, but we must find a way to contain it now. Walker, including you, the war cannot continue forever, and you cannot always profit from the Governor. Today you stand aside and do nothing. , you will be the one who suffers tomorrow."
Walker, who made a fortune selling arms, was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to talk to Ariel like he did to others, so he could only hum a few words, with a little dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Then what are you going to do? Are we going to sell our stuff to aliens?”
Ariel sighed: "First of all, my bank will lower the interest rate and reduce your operating costs... but I will not allow anyone to invest the loan in non-production aspects."
"Second, I will lower taxes on raw materials and energy."
"Third, you should find ways to reduce costs and increase efficiency without forcing workers away."
Walker raised his hand again and asked: "What about the mutual aid association for injured and injured workers? Do you want to deal with it?"
"Someone is willing to provide you with food to save you labor costs, and you still have to deal with others? Short-sighted!" Ariel sneered, "Don't worry about them... The person who assassinated the Governor last time was one of us who went out, and this time he angered the Governor It’s our law enforcement chief again.”
"A mutual aid association for injured and injured workers can turn these two things around, and only a fool would not do it."
After finishing speaking, Ariel glanced at the others and knocked on the table with a gavel: "After today, everyone's costs will be reduced a lot, and I hope to see more cost-effective products on the market. ——All factory owners must lower their prices and we must regain the market.”
"Now, let's start the voting. Raise your hands if you disagree. If you don't raise your hands, it means you agree."
Looking at the few hands raised in the audience and the factory owners around him who hesitated but made no move in the end, Ariel breathed a sigh of relief.
"Very good, the vote passes."
…
At the same time, in Xiacheng District, more than 20 kilometers away.
The injured and injured workers who came to receive relief as usual suddenly saw that the mutual aid association seemed different from before.
"Did you see the sign? Why...the Mutual Aid Association of Injured and Injured Workers became a workers' union?"
