Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 316

"Mr. Andil is not coming. If he was coming, he would be here long before the election."

Chen Yan calmly stated this fact.

"I know."

Sergey calmly accepted this fact - when the Conservative Party announced in the newspaper that it had won nearly 90.00% of the votes in Yanan City a day ago, he knew that Mr. Andier would not appear.

"But...why?"

Sergey had long accepted this fact, but he did not understand why.

"Maybe it's because he can't bear to see you all die, or maybe it's because he understands that the time is not yet ripe... In short, he decided that any method would fail, so he didn't do it from the beginning."

Chen Yan could probably imagine Andil's mood.

From the time he got Andil's letter, he could probably understand Andil's mood.

Until last night, after the three workers from the industrial area visited his apartment, he understood more and more why Andil asked them to come looking for him.

Because Andil knew in his heart that they would fail.

But Andil was not reconciled. After seeing Chen Yan and having that spiritual confession, he realized that Chen Yan possessed knowledge that he didn't know.

He sent them to him with a glimmer of hope, like every experiment in finding a new way through the ages.

But they were lucky enough to think that compromise, showing weakness, and goodwill would get the enemy's kind treatment, and they even thought that they could use other means to carry out so-called "communication" and "negotiation"—

After they finished expressing their intentions, Chen Yan understood that the time was not yet ripe and they had to continue to wait.

Sergey was in a complicated mood, covered his mouth and let out a low cough.

"But here you are."

Chen Yan looked at his grim face: "Yes, I'm here, I want to see if you are the same as the workers in the industrial zone."

Sergey looked him in the eyes: "So, what should we do to ensure that we don't lose our jobs?"

Chen Yan saw the hope in his eyes, was silent for a moment, and asked, "How many of you are there?"

Sergey thought for a moment, and replied: "Counting the driver, the daily maintenance personnel of the steam bus, the workers in charge of coal supply, the ticket inspectors, the maintenance workers... there are about 200 people."

200 people are not enough to stand on one street.

Chen Yan was silent for a long time.

When he saw Sergey gag his mouth with a rotten towel in an attempt to hide the blood he was coughing up, he said to him:

"You need to make these people understand that the company's layoffs involve everyone, and no one can get away.

Only by standing together can we safeguard our common interests.

I will write you a note, and you can copy some, so that everyone in the company can see it, and let everyone realize the importance of this matter. "

"You need to find people who have the same will as you. Those desperate drivers are your first choice. They have the strongest wishes and demands, and they will become the implementers of this matter."

"When these things are completed, you need to hold a negotiation. All the staff of the steam bus company must be present, from the agent to the sweeper. No one can be absent."

"You need to tie up people with bad intentions in advance and throw them into a small corner to ensure that they don't make small reports and can't call the police."

"You need to discuss what you need before the negotiation, and write it clearly on paper, keep it in your heart, and never compromise."

"You need to cut off all their escape routes in advance and ensure that they cannot ask for help from the outside world."

"You need to have a weapon, and when the other party refuses, put a weapon to their head and force them to sign a fair work contract."

Sergey picked up the water glass with trembling hands, took a sip, and coughed twice, but there was no hesitation in his eyes: "What if they resist."

Chen Yan said: "If they resist, you will smash the latest steam engines in the company, then go on strike, take to the streets and parade, let everyone know that you are on strike, and let everyone know that you are fighting for fair things. "

Sergey's eyes were sad: "We... can't succeed!"

Chen Yan nodded: "Yes, you have too few people, you need at least... workers from an entire industrial area... At least 10 people are needed for the strike to be successful and everyone to get the benefits they should have. "

Sergey's eyes shook: "But...we have no way out."

Chen Yan affirmed again: "Yes, but you are the only ones who have no retreat. The hardworking workers in the lower city are still lucky. You... only you."

Sergey looked him in the eyes: "You don't want us to succeed."

Chen Yan nodded: "You are bound to fail."

Sergey lowered his head: "So, what is the significance of our doing these things?"

Chen Yan held his hand.

He dodged a little, but finally restrained.

"Someone has to speak first."

"You will fail, but you will never fail all the time. You will have infinite successors who will accomplish your unfinished business."

"After you leave, they will build new apartment buildings for you and raise your wages. This is not because of their conscience, nor because they have become good people, but because you have been here."

Sergey couldn't hide the blood he was coughing up this time.

His blood fell on Chen Yan's arm, soaking the black inferior cloth, and even the kerosene lamp could not illuminate the soaked clothes.

"You... Did you tell me that because you saw that I was dying!"

Chen Yan clenched his hand: "You will become a hero, people will have a better life because of your actions, children will drink hot milk and eat clean meals because of your bravery, no Living in a dirty basement..."

Sergey looked at him: "Why...why do you think I would do this?"

Chen Yan clenched his hand: "You are very much like a senior I once knew."

Sergey laughed, his mouth full of blood.

"Is that so?"

He withdrew his hand and drank the whole glass of water.

Until he swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth, he took a pen and paper from the table and handed it to Chen Yan.

With a serious expression, Chen Yan wrote on it:

"We're underpaid, jobs are grossly undervalued, we're at risk of losing our jobs, and that risk is about to become a reality."

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When Chen Yan and Ogami walked out of the gate of the steam bus operating company, Ogami finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked:

"Can their strike really bring enough benefits to the latecomers?"

Chen Yan shook his head:

"No, after their failure, the steam bus operating company will intensify, at least make them all unemployed, and even more serious retaliation will occur."

Ogami said in astonishment:

"why?"

Chen Yan said:

"Why is the company getting worse?"

"Because according to the pissing nature of this company, its agent must have no conscience.

Also, they told the workers about the layoffs even before the technology improved, which may mean two things:

Either the agent of this company is a brainless pig;
Either the company has nothing to worry about, and it doesn't fear any strikes at all, and doesn't care about workers making trouble. "

"Why did Sergei and the others fail?"

"Because the three workers told me that during the strikes in the industrial zone, the police cooperated with the factory owners to violently suppress the workers (this may be the reason why this company is not afraid of strikes), which shows that in Asia In the eyes of the upper echelons of Nan City, taxation is above all else."

"The ticket for the steam bus is two pennies. There are passengers on almost all the buses in a day. Dozens of lines connect the entire Yanan City. The revenue is calculated according to the ticket. However, a large amount of tax is enough to support all the lords in the council. Big expense."

Ohgami frowned and said:

"You mean, in the process of their actions, there will definitely be violent suppression."

Chen Yan nodded:

"I think so, but if they are lucky enough and no one informs the police, maybe they can really get some benefits from the company's teeth."

"But in the end — after the conflict, they will be arrested, they will lose their jobs immediately, they will lose everything."

Ohgami was puzzled and said:

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Chen Yan raised his head, looked at the increasingly violent snowflakes in the streetlights, and did not answer him directly:
"This world is amazing, Ogami. Things that were so miraculous that they could have been accomplished in hundreds of years have all happened in just a few decades."

"I'm just advancing the course of history and making things happen a little bit more violently."

"Sergei will have his destiny, and his meaningless death will be of supreme value."

"You asked me what I was going to do."

"Ah."

"I'm just helping them find the most suitable way out."

"They are not fools. After knowing my plan, they will also discuss and weigh it. The final decision is entirely theirs."

"Let's go back, there are two important things to do."

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At 9:30 in the evening, Chen Yan knocked on the door of Building 32 on Walker Street.

The one who opened the door was a little boy about the height of Nuomi Guo. After seeing Chen Yan, the boy yelled into the warm room:
"Dad! We have guests!"

Then, a Luke man with many freckles came to Chen Yan.

"Mr. Ruibot, hello, my name is Chen Yan, and I live next door."

The man shook hands with him and said with a smile:
"I'm Tom Ribot, I've heard of you from Glutinous Rice before! Please come in and talk!"

Chen Yan rejected his offer:
"No, I just learned something very important, and thought you might want to know, so I came here to inform you."

Under Tom Reibert's astonished eyes, Chen Yan said:
"People from the steam bus operating company are about to organize a strike to fight against the company's unfair treatment. It is estimated that there are about 200 people."

The expression on Tom Ribot's face suddenly became serious:

"Mr. Chen, this is a very important matter, thank you for telling me."

Chen Yan watched his reaction, heaved a sigh of relief, and said to him:

"Good night, then, Mr. Ribert."

When Chen Yan returned to the apartment building at No. 33 Walker Street, he happened to see Tom Reibert wearing a windbreaker and carrying the gray reporter bag, going out.

After watching him enter the snowstorm, Chen Yan came to the restaurant.

On the dining table is the food he asked glutinous rice fruit to make before he left tonight-a whole plate of sliced ​​fresh beef that was washed and bloody.

Thanks to Leonardo Adams, the beef on the market is surprisingly cheap, and a piece the size of an adult dog's head costs only 3 pence.

He sat at the dining table, quietly waiting for the wish to come.

(End of this chapter)