I can see the commodity price curve

Brother Qiang looked at Zhang Yue helplessly. Not only did he come here to get paid for nothing, but he also wanted to join the group.

This is a typical case of taking bribes!

Seeing this, Zhang Yue took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the other party, saying with a smile: "I really think your group is good, let me join it!"

Brother Qiang took the cigarette and his eyelids twitched subconsciously.

What Zhang Yue handed him was actually the Yellow Crane Tower.

Most people smoke Huazi, either open-mouthed or closed-mouthed, thinking that this type of cigarette is particularly high-end and that taking a puff of it will improve their status.

But a better Huazi cigarette only costs about 70 or 80 yuan, and ordinary cigarettes are only about 40 or 50 yuan.

But Huanghelou is different, the price of this cigarette is exactly one hundred.

In other words, this box of cigarettes is equivalent to a day's work for these extras he hired.

Almost in an instant, Brother Qiang realized that he had misunderstood Zhang Yue.

As for the reason, the other party gave him a box of Huanghelou as soon as he offered it. How could there not be misunderstanding?

He has been in this industry for seven or eight years and often smokes other people's cigarettes.

But most of them are either Liquan or Hongtashan, and only one or two.

No one has ever been as magnanimous as Zhang Yue.

Pulling out his phone, he smiled and said, "You want to join the group, right? Easy.

Come on, just scan this QR code.

I will post all the work I have in the group, if you like any of them, just send me a private message. "

Then his voice suddenly became smaller: "If I find that the work is easy and the pay is high, I will keep it for you."

After saying that, he winked at Zhang Yue and shook the cigarette in his hand.

The meaning is very clear: we will be family from now on, and we will naturally not forget you when good things happen.

Zhang Yue chuckled and said, "Thank you."

Brother Qiang patted Zhang Yue on the shoulder again: "Aren't you here to make money? Come back to the team!
The few positions in the middle of the first row pay 100 yuan a day for the other positions, and 150 yuan a day for those positions.

I will send you the money directly after work."

Zhang Yue waved his hands quickly: "No, you misunderstood, I am really a Foxconn worker, and I have indeed been owed two months' salary.

I just thought of expanding the team because I saw some people asking for their wages."

Brother Qiang looked at him in surprise: "Really? Then you don't know that the Foxconn Rights Union hired us to help collect wages?

This message is sent to every worker group, right? "

Zhang Yue quickly laughed and said, "I really don't know. I did join a group of co-workers before, but I got annoyed and left the group later."

Brother Qiang nodded and said, "That's true. There are WeChat groups everywhere now, and each one is more annoying than the other.

If I had no other choice, I would have blocked all the groups to have some peace and quiet.”

The two chatted more and more, and suddenly Brother Qiang asked, "Aren't you going to work? It's already nine o'clock."

The shift change times at Foxconn are 8 am and 8 pm. If you are late, your salary will definitely be deducted.

Zhang Yue waved his hand and said, "I'm quitting. My salary hasn't been reduced for two months. I'm starving to death. How can I have the energy to work?"

"Is that so?" Brother Qiang thought to himself that it is outrageous that you have money to smoke cigarettes that cost one hundred yuan a pack, but have no money to eat.

But of course you can’t say: “Then you can work part-time with me for a while!
Our part-time workers are paid daily, although it’s not high, but at least we can have food to eat.”

Zhang Yue nodded quickly: "No problem.

However, I have never done part-time work before and am not familiar with the process.

How about this, let me follow the team for a day today to get familiar with it.

As for the salary, forget about it today, how about starting to pay it from tomorrow?"

Brother Qiang shook his head: "No, I, Bald Qiang, am the most loyal person when doing things.

As long as you work for me, I don’t care how much you get paid, but you will never do it for free.

Otherwise, they look down on me.”

Seeing him patting his chest vigorously with a righteous look, Zhang Yue had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll listen to Brother Qiang."

"Brothers."

With the promise, Zhang Yue’s return to the team this time is legitimate.

Then, everyone, led by Brother Qiang, started shouting slogans asking for money.

Everything was normal at first, but after a moment, something was wrong.

The other workers looked at Zhang Yue with surprised expressions.

According to the previous rules, everyone just needed to shout a few words symbolically to express their feelings.

After all, they are just temporary actors and have no debt disputes with Foxconn, so there is no need to fight to the death.

But they wanted to rest, but Zhang Yue had no intention of doing so at all.

I saw him walking towards that station, his steps were unsteady, his eyes were wide open, his face was as black as iron, and every word he shouted was so loud that it hurt people's ears.

The key is that he kept shouting louder and louder, as if he would never get tired.

Soon, everyone started to complain, and only Brother Qiang gave Zhang Yue a thumbs up.

He said to the others, "Look at this, what is professionalism? This is professionalism, much better than you.

If you ask me, you should learn from Xiao Zhang."

When the other temporary workers around heard this, their faces instantly turned red.

No matter what, I come here to make money.

Even though it's not much, it's still money.

Moreover, he loves what he does and helps others to get rid of their misfortunes for money.

So they all imitated Zhang Yue, looking forward with bloodshot eyes and ferocious expressions.

They used all their strength to face the door, expressing the sincere anger of each "victim".

Finally, a middle-aged man wearing glasses appeared.

He looked at everyone and said in a bad tone: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Everyone turned to look at Brother Qiang, who immediately walked over and said, "We are here to collect a debt. Who are you?"

The middle-aged man with glasses pushed his glasses and said, "I am Zuo Pingyang, deputy director of the Foxconn Zhongzhou branch."

"It's Director Zuo. My name is Liu Guangqiang. I want to ask when Foxconn will pay us the two months' wages we owe you?"

Zuo Pingyang frowned and said, "You should contact the Zhongzhou Urban Planning Bureau for this matter, not us.

We have already negotiated with the Urban Planning Bureau, and they will pay you your wages."

Brother Qiang was stunned. He obviously didn't expect the other party to say that. He was thinking about how to organize his words when he heard a voice say:

"Looking for the Zhongzhou City Planning Bureau? Director Zuo, right? Do you think we look like idiots?
Or do you really think we are fools?"

Zuo Pingyang was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"What else do you mean? We work at Foxconn, getting up early and going to bed late, working twelve hours a day.

As a result, when it's time to pay the wages, you said that the matter should be reported to the Urban Planning Bureau.

There's no such thing as a quibble, right? "

“That’s right, we don’t work for the City Planning Bureau, why would we go to them for no reason?
You might as well just let me ask the President of the United States for money!"

Brother Qiang immediately responded and looked at Zhang Yue with appreciation.

I have to say, this brother reacts really quickly.

Zuo Pingyang said: "This is the contract signed between Foxconn and the Zhongzhou Urban Planning Bureau.

As for the reason, it is that the Zhongzhou Foxconn branch plans to relocate and plans to mortgage the land and factory buildings to the Urban Planning Bureau.

I have just enough to cover the mortgage funds and your wages.

If you don't believe me, I have a contract here.

As for why you haven't received the money yet, I will communicate with the Planning Bureau and ask them to send it to you as soon as possible."

Zhang Yue rolled his eyes and said, "You talk better than singing. You have a contract with the Zhongzhou Urban Planning Bureau. Your contract is your business. What does it have to do with us workers?
Anyway, you are the ones who owe us wages, so you should pay us.”

Zuo Pingyang looked at Zhang Yue helplessly: "I wonder why you can't understand good and bad words?

I didn't say I wouldn't pay you. Believe me, this matter can be resolved. You just need to wait patiently for a while."

Zhang Yue couldn't help but sneer: "Wait for a while?
Indeed, I can wait, but my stomach can’t?

I haven't eaten for two days and I'm starving.

If you don’t pay me for a month, will I have to go hungry for another month?

If you don’t pay me for two months, I will have to starve for two months?
You don't need to transfer your salary to another bank account then. Just go to the funeral home and buy two pieces of paper money and burn them for me. "

"You..." Zuo Pingyang's face was filled with black lines.

Zhang Yue's face was flushed and he spoke with full energy. He didn't look like he had been hungry for two days at all.
"Don't be so tactful. I'm telling you, I don't buy it.

I must see the money today, otherwise I won’t leave.

Also, if you don’t keep your word, call your leader over.

I don't have the time to waste on talking nonsense with you."

Zuo Pingyang: “…”

He pushed up his glasses and said, “I am the only person in charge of the senior management of Foxconn at the moment.

I still say the same thing, the money will be paid, and it won’t take long.”

"Really? Then tell me, when can I receive the money?"

"This……"

"You can't tell, right? If you can't tell, it means you are deliberately trying to fool us."

"..."

The two men exchanged sharp words and fought for three hundred rounds in a blink of an eye.

Of course, it was Zhang Yue who took action... and Zuo Pingyang was just making excuses.

And his voice became smaller and smaller, until finally Zhang Yue was the only one speaking.

"＊＃＆￥..."

Finally, an hour later.

Zuo Pingyang said with a green face: "Okay, isn't it just asking for wages?

I will communicate with the Zhongzhou City Management Bureau now and ask them to give a clear reply. "

He turned around and made a phone call. Judging from his angry expression, he was obviously a little upset by what Zhang Yue said.

Suddenly, a bottle of water was handed to Zhang Yue. It was Brother Qiang.

Brother Qiang looked at him with a smile: "Brother, you are so awesome! Those professional debt collectors are not as awesome as you."

Zhang Yue took the water and took a few sips, then said with a smile: "It's okay!

I only played 30% of my level. Believe it or not, I can fight him with that little glasses all day long without repeating myself. "

"You have to believe it!" Brother Qiang thought for a while and said, "How about this, Foxconn's debt collection plan is one week.

It's the third day now, and there are four days left.

I'll leave the remaining four days to you, and I won't come myself.

Of course, I won’t treat you unfairly as my brother.

How about giving you 500 yuan a day? "

After that, he explained: “If the staff is just fully staffed, I can earn 700 per day.

Although I have two hundred left, but these two hundred are for information fees, I can't work for nothing, right?"

Zhang Yue waved his hand quickly: "Brother Qiang, you are too polite. It is no problem for me to be in charge of this place, but five hundred yuan is too much.

Just give me the same amount as other people do in a day."

"How can we follow this standard? It has to be 500 per day, otherwise I will be angry."

The two argued for a long time, and finally under Brother Qiang's insistence, Zhang Yue had to agree.

Suddenly, Zhang Yue's cell phone rang.

Glancing at Brother Qiang, he said embarrassedly, "I... just need to answer the phone."

Brother Qiang smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, you go ahead and do your work, I'll maintain order here."

Zhang Yue walked over to the side and answered the phone: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

A man's voice came: "Hello, is this Mr. Zhang from Guangming Electronics Factory?"

"It's me, what do you want?"

Zhang Yue was a little surprised.

Generally speaking, people who come to us go through Tianyou Construction Group, Guoyue Pharmaceutical Factory or October Food Factory.

Although Guangming Electronics Factory can be considered as its own industry, it does not even have a prototype yet, and the person in charge is Guo Ziliang.

It would be strange if the other party came to find me.

When the other party heard Zhang Yue's admission, his voice was somewhat excited: "So it's really Boss Zhang. Hello, Boss Zhang, I'm Zuo Pingyang, the deputy director of Foxconn Zhongzhou Branch."

Zhang Yue: "???"

His expression suddenly became strange.

No wonder the other person's voice sounded familiar, it turns out they were just having a live conversation!
Thinking of this, he looked towards the distance.

Sure enough, I saw Zuo Pingyang standing under a big tree, talking to me on the phone.

However, due to the angle, the other party did not see him.

"It's Director Zuo. What can I do for you?"

"Boss Zhang, this is it.

I heard that you want to take over the land and factory site of Foxconn in Zhongzhou?"

Zhang Yue nodded: "Guangming Electronics Factory does have plans in this regard, what's the matter?"

“I just called and discussed with the Central State Land Administration about the funding for the land and factory transfer.

Because this part of the funds is the salary we reserve for Foxconn workers.

The Zhongzhou Land Administration Bureau also promised that after the money arrives, I will forward it to the Foxconn workers.

Now two months have passed and many workers don’t even have money to eat.

One person had even been hungry for two days and almost fainted due to low blood sugar.

So could you transfer the money as soon as possible?
Even if we can’t pay it all off at once, we can transfer part of it first, at least give some to the workers, and I can have an explanation.”

Zhang Yue: "..."

He stood there for a long time.

So I just spent so much effort to collect the debt, but in the end the person who actually owes the debt is me?
For a moment, he couldn't accept it.

Seeing that Zhang Yue was silent, Zuo Pingyang had no choice but to ask, "Is it difficult for you to raise money?

I know it's not easy for everyone right now, but as the saying goes, food and supplies must be sent before the army moves.

Since you are planning to take over Foxconn, you can't be without any money, right?"

Zhang Yue coughed quickly and said, "I'm sorry, Director Zuo, I do have the money.

However, we haven’t officially signed the contract with the Urban Planning Bureau yet, so we haven’t transferred it over.

I am still very satisfied with Foxconn, and it is my honor to take over.

In this case, I will send someone over to communicate with the people at the Central State Land Planning Bureau and resolve this matter as soon as possible."

"Really? Great, I'll wait for your good news."

The other party hung up the phone, and then Zhang Yue saw Zuo Pingyang walking towards him with a happy look on his face.

Seeing this person's eyes looking towards him, Zhang Yue glared and shouted: "Fuck you, give me back my money!" (End of this chapter)