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Chapter 444 The Power of Workers

"Xiao Zhao, come to the shop early at noon tomorrow to open the door and boil the water. Remember to use the well next to the party headquarters. The well is deep and clean, and these real girls who are officials will enjoy it.

If someone asks you, just say that you are from the tea shop. I have already paid for the water, and you can’t drink more than three buckets a day, or those bastards will curse again. Do you hear me? "

After eight o'clock in the evening, the guests gradually dispersed, and at the western end of the moon, the owner of the tea shop quickly counted the income in his hands, stuffed the money into his jacket, and told the young man who was clearing the tables, chairs and benches.

The most tiring work in the business of opening a shop and selling tea is nothing more than fetching and boiling water. In the past, he did these tasks by himself. Now that he has free labor delivered to his door, of course he has to use it to his death.

"Okay, palm turtle."

The young man replied vaguely, and built the benches one by one to the corner, covered them with tarpaulins, and quickly fastened the ropes to prevent the furniture from getting wet in the wind and rain in the middle of the night.

The boss always felt that something was wrong when he heard the answer, and there was no conclusive evidence, so he had to snort coldly and turn around to leave. Anyway, this person has a security guard from the police station, so he is not afraid that the other party will be involved.

Speaking of this buddy named Zhao Hao, he is actually very satisfied. He is very discerning in doing things, his eyes are full of work, and his tea making skills are orderly, but the smile on his face is a bit creepy.

In addition, he always speaks in a weird way, and I don't know if he is deliberately finding fault. No wonder he looks like a dog but sneaks into his own tea shop, and working in a factory is better than being a buddy.

The boss made some calculations in his mind, and felt that after one month, if Zhao Hao said something nice, he would stay, otherwise, he would just quit. Jinling lacked everything, except people looking for jobs.

"Turn on the drums and play the gongs slowly.

Stop the drums and listen to the singing.

All gossip also sings. "

Humming an unknown ditty, the owner of the tea shop staggered away. He had a lot of money on him, and it would be unsafe on the street if he was robbed later.

Zuo Zhong packed up his things, and locked the teacups and kettles in the cabinet. This is now, and after another two years, when the things are placed in the open air, not to mention the teacups, even the cabinets will probably be carried away.

Half a peaceful year is already rare.

He checked the tea shop for the last time, and then walked up Suzaku Street with tired steps, and walked towards the east of the city. This place is not far from the Central Martial Arts Museum, and it only takes half an hour to walk.

There is a shanty town nearby, which was built by the people who came to Jinling to beg for a living. Among them, there are the most people from Lu Province, which has been plagued by wars and disasters. Many young people like "Zhao Hao" live here temporarily.

There is no need to register to live there, as long as you spend a little money, you can have a house of your own in Jinling, where every inch of land is expensive, which is especially precious for refugees who have not yet solved their food and clothing.

Zuo Chong spent one yuan to rent the right to use a shed and the name of a distant relative from a family. This kind of request is not unusual. Who doesn't want to hug a group to keep warm when they are away from home.

Along the way, he saw many exhausted young people walking numbly as if they were walking corpses, and they would only stop when they passed the feasting restaurants to enjoy their eyesight.

In order to show his gregariousness, he did the same. At the same time, he "accidentally" met a group of fellow villagers. Under the disgusted eyes of passers-by, a group of young people talked and laughed and chatted.

As they walked, they introduced themselves. When they heard about Zuo Zhong's current job, they all scolded the boss for his black heart, and a tall man in the crowd who was dressed in a slightly foreign style tried to persuade him.

"Xiao Zhao, don't blame me and say, what's the point of being a waiter in a tea shop, why don't you come with us to build a factory, enough for you to support your family, it's better than serving others, relying on strength to eat is not ashamed.

People like us who go out to make a living, rely first on fellow villagers. I told the foreman that you can go to work at any time, regardless of more than a month, ten yuan and 20 yuan are safe.

In the future, I will ask for a daughter-in-law in the spinning mill, and the couple will have an income of 30 yuan, and they can live a careless life in Jinling. Don't follow the gangsters, that kind of person will not have good results. "

This person is the oldest in the crowd, and he speaks in an orderly manner. He obviously doesn't want the little fellow to waste his whole life because of idleness. It is not easy to earn a living by working hard in the Republic of China.

Feeling the other party's kindness, Zuo Zhong scratched his head and said in embarrassment: "I plan to learn how to do business first, and when I earn money, I will open a tea shop by myself and steal the business from that old bastard."

"Hahaha, Xiao Zhao is so ambitious."

"Yes, just grab their business."

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and the young people who are bullied by foremen and bosses every day feel very relieved when they hear this, and they all smile to encourage Zuo Zhong. Dreams are always there, right?

Only the tall man shook his head slightly. When he first arrived in Jinling, many people thought so, thinking that they could make a fortune here, but unfortunately, the poor cannot survive.

Unless there are noble people who are willing to support him, it will be more difficult to stand up than ascend to heaven. He has been in Jinling for five or six years, and he has saved a little money, but it still seems so far away from controlling his destiny.

Zuo Zhong noticed this scene, and looked at the workers in twos and threes on the road, and his heart moved slightly. These people are distributed in various districts of Jinling, and they are well-informed, so they are the best eyeliners.

He has always been troubled by the intelligence channels at the bottom of the Secret Service. The intelligence obtained by the police station and the Cao Gang is limited, and ordinary people cannot be expected to speak their minds to these people and talk about things around them.

But the information is hidden in the trivial things of life, such as Tianfu's abnormal whereabouts in the safe house, the neighbors must have noticed it, if they could grasp this clue in time, they would have caught him long ago.

He got acquainted with these workers originally to confuse old K, but he didn't expect to have unexpected gains. If the out-of-town workers in Jinling can be organized, the intelligence channel can sink to the common people.

Thinking of this, Zuo Zhong immediately took the initiative to chat with the tall man, ready to touch the bottom of the other party. This man's conversation is unusual, he looks like he has read the book, and he doesn't know why he has fallen to this point.

The chatterbox between the two couldn't stop, the tall one chatted about his background, he claimed to be Dongqiang, a native of Daocheng, Lu Province, his parents had joined the Huayong team, and he had been in a missionary school for several years.

Later, his father was unfortunately killed while fighting pirates in Hong Kong City, and the family life was getting worse day by day. In order to take care of his mother and younger siblings, he dropped out of school and went to Jinling to make a living.

"We work hard for [-] hours a day, from birds chirping to ghost singing, and we can only rest one day a week. Even when we go to the toilet, the foreman is watching. When will this kind of life be the end?"

Dongqiang talked about his work, and then he said with emotion: "I'm pretty good, at least I'm strong and strong. Some children go to the factory when they are five or six years old, and their faces turn pale after a day.

There are also those who are contracted workers, that is bad luck for eight lifetimes, usually at least three years, during these three years there is no freedom at all, they can either work or die, and they cannot take leave even if they are sick. "

As he spoke, he sighed. This sigh was not only for himself, but also for those workers who spent their lives in the factory. If it weren't for the old and young at home, he would have quit.

Zuo Zhong fell silent after listening to this. Doesn’t he know these things? Yes, some philanthropists can often be heard in newspapers and radio calling for capitalists in the Republic of China to treat workers well.

Yes, it means being kind.

Because everyone knows that this cannot be prohibited. Those flesh and blood factories risking their lives in the chimneys, the backstage is all in the front row of the fruit party meeting, and they are at risk of their own lives. How is this possible.

As a small section chief, he is powerless to do anything. If he is rich, he will benefit the world, but if he is poor, he will be alone. At this stage, he can only be himself. In the future, someone will take care of these black-hearted capitalists.

While everyone was talking, they had already arrived at the Central Martial Arts Museum. Zuo Zhong and Dong Qiang made an appointment to meet tomorrow, then turned around and walked into the mud-filled shanty town, disappearing in the dim lights.

After a long time.

In an alley not far away, Xu Weiming walked out. Looking at the crowds of workers, his eyes were full of light. This old underground party also discovered this powerful force.

After arriving in Jinling from Huizhou Province, he knew very well that working in the center of Guo Party rule, in an environment densely populated by military police and secret agents, required a hundred times of caution and preparation for sacrifice at any time.

He also carefully analyzed the reasons why the Jinling party organization was destroyed many times based on his experience in intelligence struggles. After a period of investigation and research, he came to a conclusion.

That is, for quite a long period of time, the Jinling Underground Party only focused its activities on schools and intellectuals, and did not focus its activities on the labor movement.

This cannot be blamed on Shi Ning. Due to the changes in the 16th year of the Republic of China, workers avoided the underground party, and there was a lack of necessary communication channels and understanding between the two. This is an objective difficulty.

But this time the matter is over, he is going to suggest that Wei, Jinling City, restore and develop organizations in factories and Guodang military institutions as soon as possible, and independently develop peripheral organizations among students and public and educational personnel.

Even though there are certain risks in doing so, the Guo Party cannot be allowed to dominate in Jinling. That would be like baldheaded wishes, and a gap must be opened so that workers can gradually become familiar with the underground party.

When he was following that young man just now, he heard all kinds of complaints from the workers about the working hours and the working environment. This is the focus of the underground party's next urban work.

mobilize the masses.

Help the masses.

Rely on the masses.

A few years ago in Shanghai, relying on these three principles, they united countless workers and drove away the Beiyang warlords. Unfortunately, the bald head betrayed and stole the fruits of victory, resulting in a fall short.

This tragedy proved that it is unrealistic to rely on the capitalists and landlord class to save the Republic of China. Only by uniting the vast majority of the people can the nation and the country have hope for revival.

Xu Weiming thought a lot for a while, then turned and left. He didn't enter the shanty town. The Chinese tunic suit was too conspicuous. If the guy was surprised, he would lose the meaning of following him.

　It’s really not water. Novels are different from film and television dramas. In the screen, one look may be able to tell the characteristics of the characters, but novels can only use stories, plots, and dialogues to slowly stand up the characters, or send them regularly, and continue to infuse middle.

　　
　
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