I can see the commodity price curve

And Kapil is very confident that he will definitely earn more than others today.

Who knew that just as he finished speaking, he heard a voice saying, "I earned seventy-four today."

Kapil's face changed slightly, and then another voice said, "I earned seventy-six today."

"..."

Everyone talked about the results of their work.

It would have been better if he hadn't told the result. Once he did, Kapil's face turned green.

Because he found that everyone earned more money than him.

How can it be?

I clearly worked very hard today, okay?
Finally, he asked Indira, "How much did you make today?"

Indira was the young man with the fastest hands. Hearing Kapil's words, he felt a little embarrassed:
"I made a total of one hundred and three today."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone gasped.

Earning one hundred and three a day, directly breaking the three-digit mark, isn’t this too outrageous?

You know, except Indira, although the others earned a lot, none of them earned more than 90.

Kapil's eyes twitched twice. Well, he was still the worst.

He thought he could be proud today, but he ended up embarrassing himself.

He shook his head and said, "Okay, everyone go do what you need to do. Don't forget to come to work tomorrow morning."

After saying this, he turned and left, swearing secretly in his heart:
Let’s wait and see tomorrow, isn’t it just three digits a day?
Tomorrow I will also make three digits to show you.

As the boss of the group, you must stand up.

If I always come last in every job, my prestige as the boss will only get worse and worse.

At that time, there will be no other choice except becoming a laughing stock.

He did what he thought and got up very early the next day.

As there was still more than an hour before breakfast, he went straight to the workshop.

After a night of reflection, Kapil realized a problem.

That's because I'm older, so my hand speed can't compete with other young people.

But it doesn’t matter. If you can’t win in hand speed, how about competing in endurance?
The strongest quality of middle-aged people is their endurance, which takes time to accumulate.

So Kapil chose to work overtime and extend his working hours.

In this way, you can be invincible.

However, when he arrived at the workshop, he found something that made him very depressed.

At this time, the workshop was full of people, and everyone was working attentively at their workbenches.

Kapil found that although he was not the last one to arrive, he was almost there.

No, you guys are too cocky, aren't you?
When others saw Kapil, they immediately gave him a thumbs up: “I didn’t expect you to come so early?”

Kapil looked a little embarrassed: "Am I here early? I am here later than all of you, okay?
Brothers, isn't it inappropriate for you to do this?

We are high-caste nobles, we need to be respectable, we can’t work hard for others!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice saying, "Kapil, I don't think it's right for you to say that."

"No, what's wrong?"

"It's simple. Do we earn more than those lower caste people for the work we do now?"

Kapil nodded: “Didn’t I say this before?

This is Zhang Yue deliberately giving us subsidies for the work done by those low-caste people."

"you're right.

But there is a problem. If we want to get subsidies, we have to work harder.

The more you work, the more subsidies you get. If you don’t work, you won’t get a penny.

Can I think that every extra bit of work we do is equivalent to the high-ranking high-caste aristocrats exploiting the low-caste poor people?

The more you do, the more you exploit.

So why don’t we do more?”

Kapil stared at the other person blankly, and suddenly he clapped his hands and said, “That’s very well said.

We are not working, but showing the superiority of us, the upper caste people.

So there is no shame in working hard here.

On the contrary, the harder we work, the prouder we become.”

When the others heard him say this, they immediately laughed:
"You're right, so in order to protect our own best interests, we must work hard."

"Then what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and do it!"

So the entire production workshop was filled with these busy figures.

Zhang Yue and Zuo Pingyang were sitting in the office.

Watching everything through the camera, Zuo Pingyang was full of admiration for Zhang Yue:

"Boss Zhang, you are really awesome!
It's easy to make the upper caste people willing to work.

Not only that, they work harder than the lower caste people next door.”

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just driven by profit.

I often use this trick in China. As long as you give them enough money, don't even bother to work hard.

Even if you want the moon in the sky, they will find a way to pick it for you."

Zuo Pingyang nodded: "I learned it. No wonder you are so successful."

However, Zhang Yue said, "Let's not talk about success or failure first, you won't blame me, right?"

"Blame you, blame you for what?"

“Blame me for secretly raising the salaries of these upper caste people!

Don’t you see how motivated they are now?
Now they are not very skilled in the work, but once they become skilled, and work overtime, it will be no problem for them to earn one hundred yuan a day.

In other words, their original salary was only twenty dollars a day.

Now we have to adopt a new system, and the amount has increased fivefold in one day.

If you don't take a break, you can earn more than 3,000 yuan a month.

This is definitely high-tech in India.”

Zuo Pingyang laughed instantly when he heard his words: "I thought you were talking about something else, just a little salary.

I was the one who set their previous salary at 600 yuan a day, but the authority given to me by the headquarters was much higher than that.

Not to mention earning three thousand yuan a month, even four thousand would be no problem.

I am sure of it.

And you just increased the wages of upper caste people.

Not only did the lower castes not improve, but their workload actually decreased.

All in all, my profit will be even greater.”

Zhang Yue nodded: "That's fine."

Seeing him getting up and preparing to leave, Zuo Pingyang quickly asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

Zhang Yue was a little confused: "What's the problem?"

“Is it really a good idea for us to lower the performance standards of low-caste people and raise the performance standards of high-caste people?
After all, in China, everyone is equal, but here there is such differentiation, which I always feel is not appropriate.”

Zhang Yue smiled and said, “It is precisely because you hold this view that you run into obstacles everywhere in India.

We have an old saying: When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Just like in my country, when people learn Western things, they also need to localize them.

India is similar and also needs localization.

As for the fact that I changed their performance standards without permission, neither the high caste people nor the low caste people had any objection.

They all know it and think it's the right thing to do.

No one has any objection, only you have one. Don’t you think you are different? "

"This..." Zuo Pingyang was a little embarrassed, "I understand.

Just like in The True Story of Ah Q, Mr. Zhao said that Ah Q did not deserve the surname Zhao, so he did not deserve it.

He himself never felt that he was worthy of the surname Zhao."

Zhang Yue nodded: "I'm glad you understand."

"Boss Zhang!" Zhang Yue turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"I heard you were going to the Lotus Temple in India?"

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "That's right, let's get ready to go now."

This was his main purpose of coming to India.

That feeling in my mind was guiding me to the Lotus Temple.

If it wasn't for helping Zuo Pingyang, he would have gone there now.

Zuo Pingyang said: "Then can I ask you, what are you going to do in the Lotus Temple?"

Zhang Yue looked at him in surprise: "What do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong, you've helped me so much, and it's only right that I should help you.

To be honest, I am quite familiar with the Lotus Temple and I know the Buddha inside.

Whatever you want to do, I can help you with that.”

Zhang Yue's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course, why did I lie to you?"

"Okay, then you can go with me!

But I don’t know what to do specifically.

I guess I won’t know until I get there.”

Zuo Pingyang nodded.

The two agreed on a time and waited for departure.

The next day, when Zhang Yue arrived at the Lotus Temple in India, he was a little dazed.

The Lotus Temple in front of you looks like a lotus. It consists of twenty-seven large petals and is built of white marble.

It looks very much like a modern building, but it is said to have existed hundreds of years ago.

This is a unique phenomenon that combines the modern and the ancient.

Suddenly, Zhang Yue's heart skipped a beat.

His eyes looked towards the lotus heart at the top of the Lotus Temple.

Then Zhang Yue said to Zuo Pingyang: "I want to go there!"

Zuo Pingyang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "You mean the top of the lotus? It is said that it is a restricted area of ​​the Lotus Temple, and outsiders are generally not allowed to go up there."

Zhang Yue looked at him: "What if I insist on going up?"

Zuo Pingyang's eyes twitched. He could hear the firmness in Zhang Yue's tone.

Although he didn't understand why, since Zhang Yue had helped him before, he said:

"Then let's go. I'll take you to see the other side's Buddha."

Buddha is a unique title here and the most authoritative person in the Lotus Temple.

In China, people like to call him the abbot or host.

Contrary to Zhang Yue's expectations, the Buddha in the Lotus Temple was very young.

From the look on his face, Zhang Yue discovered that the other person was most likely younger than himself.

This was a little hard for him to understand.

Because in Zhang Yue's impression, the abbot of a temple should be over 40 years old.

Even in their seventies or eighties it is normal.

After listening to Zuo Pingyang's introduction, Buddha looked at Zhang Yue with a different look in his eyes: "Mr. Zhang, it really makes my humble place shine."

Zhang Yue smiled at him and said, "Hello, Buddha. I am here to ask a favor."

He stated his purpose, thinking that the other party would refuse.

But the other party thought about it and changed his tone: "Of course it's okay for you to go up, but I have a condition."

Zhang Yue's eyes lit up: "What conditions?"

"Although our Lotus Temple attracts many tourists every year, we cannot make any money because it is free."

Zhang Yue immediately understood: "You want money, right? No problem!
I'll take out one million to redecorate the lotus petals of the Lotus Temple, what do you think? "

One million is already a very high number for Indians.

He felt that the other party should have no reason to refuse.

After all, I was just going up once and would be coming down soon.

But the Buddha shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhang, you misunderstood. I didn't mean to ask you for money."

Zhang Yue was stunned: "You don't want money, so what do you want to do?"

The Buddha smiled and said, "I want a beautiful woman."

Zhang Yue's mouth opened wide, his face full of disbelief: "You want a beauty? What beauty?"

“To be honest, even though I am now the Buddha of the Lotus Temple, I don’t even have a partner, let alone marriage.

Can you introduce me to someone?

As long as it works, you can go up to the Lotus Temple as many times as you want."

Zhang Yue was stunned for a long time: "You are not interested in a certain beauty in our country, and want me to help you make a match?"

He secretly thought bad.

Although the Buddha in front of him looks quite rich and has a very high status.

But Zhang Yue would never be willing to make a beautiful woman in the country marry him through his own hands.

But the Buddha shook his head and said: "You misunderstood again. I am not interested in the beauties in your country.

I am only interested in the beauties of our country.”

Zhang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, he was extremely surprised and asked:

“Can you tell me the reason?
To be honest, when it comes to beauties, I think the beauties in our country are much prettier than those in your country."

Seeing that the beauty from his own country was being disdained, Zhang Yue immediately argued back.

Buddha rolled his eyes and said, "Nonsense, what's so beautiful about the beauties in your country?

Especially their skin, which is so white and not pretty at all.”

Zhang Yue instantly thought of the bronze skin of Indian beauties.

Ok!

You are Indian, you have the final say.

"Since you are attracted to the beauties in your country, who do you like?"

Given Buddha's status in India, this guy actually asked for help from him, so he must have someone he likes.

Otherwise, I believe that as long as he waves, there will be plenty of Indian women willing to marry him.

After all, India is a place where there aren't many other things, but there are a lot of women.

Some men can even marry several women.

Buddha gave Zhang Yue a thumbs up and said, “Yes, I did take a fancy to a woman.

The other party is Dai Lisi, from the Qianye family. "

As soon as these words came out, Zuo Pingyang's expression changed instantly:
"No way, the one you're interested in is Delis. This is not going to be easy."

The Buddha's expression suddenly became serious: "Of course I know it's difficult, otherwise I wouldn't bother you."

Then he looked at Zhang Yue: "What do you think, Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Yue did not answer directly, but asked Zuo Pingyang: "Who is this Delis? Who is the Qianye family?"

Zuo Pingyang said: "Delis is a wealthy woman, and the Chiba family is a traditional wealthy family in India.

You also know that in India, the caste system is deeply rooted in everyone's eyes.

Even people of high castes are divided into different classes.

This Delis is a typical high-caste person, and a high-caste person among high-castes.

Moreover, in India's caste system, marriage is the most important.

If you want to marry her, you must be a high caste among high castes."

Zhang Yue looked at the Buddha: "What is your caste?"

The Buddha smiled and said: "I am of the lowest caste." (End of this chapter)