Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Eyes facing each other.

Fu Jincheng closed the cap of his pen: "Why is it you?"

Shen Xiuwan sat down not far from him and said in an orderly manner: "They are illiterate. I will talk to you on their behalf. Our first demand is to release the eighteen female workers imprisoned in the patrol room, and the second is to compensate for medical expenses and funeral expenses. Then we need to ask the factory to change the mandatory working hours and improve the treatment of female textile workers."

Fu Jincheng glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

Today's meeting was supposed to be attended by three parties, but factory representatives were not present.

The huge conference room seemed deserted.

He stood up and poured a cup of hot tea for Shen Xiuwan himself.

Shen Xiuwan watched him put the teacup in her hand: "What did you say?"

Fu Jincheng didn't answer.

His tall figure covered Shen Xiuwan's side, giving her an inexplicable feeling of oppression.

There was no radiator installed in the conference room of the Governor's Mansion, and the coldness penetrated the gaps in the wooden boards and climbed up Shen Xiuwan's calves. Even though she was holding hot tea to warm her hands, she still felt the surrounding cold.

She took a sip of tea and said casually: "It's so cold here."

Fu Jincheng lowered his eyes and looked at her.

The way she dresses now is completely different from when they got married. Even though she is still wearing an old-style cheongsam under her coat, she looks more fashionable and trendy than then. Even when she is walking in a world-connected place like Shanghai, she is still dazzlingly beautiful and charming. .

She has changed.

After she stopped loving him, she became more likeable.

Whether it's appearance, temperament or temperament.

He leaned against the conference table, with a hint of dark calculation in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed lenses.

He casually took off his hat and lit a cigarette with his face turned sideways.

Shen Xiuwan doesn't like men smoking.

In the past, she had a humble love for Fu Jincheng, so she was willing to tolerate everything about him. She even thought that even the way he smoked was more sentimental than other men.

But now, she only finds the smoke to be annoying.

She stood up and looked up at him: "Investor Fu, I am here today to negotiate with you on behalf of tens of thousands of female textile workers. What is your attitude? Do you smoke so casually when you are in meetings with other people?" "

Fu Jincheng lowered his eyelashes and looked at her through the smoke.

The woman has thin eyebrows and a fair and beautiful face.

She stood in front of him, looking so petite.

It reminded him of the nights when they were husband and wife, and her various amorous feelings in bed.

His Adam's apple twitched slightly and he said: "I can make the decision to agree to your request for the release of female workers and compensation for funeral expenses and medical expenses. But as for reducing working hours, you must negotiate with the factory owner."

Shen Xiuwan had already expected his answer.

She argued: "Can't you pass legislation to force textile factories to stop exploiting female workers? For example, if there are violations, oppression of female workers, and the use of child labor, fines or suspension of work will be imposed -"

"Shen Xiuwan." Fu Jincheng laughed out loud while holding the cigarette.

Shen Xiuwan was puzzled: "Why are you laughing?"

Fu Jincheng leaned forward, close to her face, and looked directly into her eyes: "I thought you had changed, but I didn't expect that you are still as innocent as you were two years ago."

"'In the journey of the great road, the world is for the common good'," Shen Xiuwan retorted seriously, "'People do not only kiss their relatives, nor only their children, so that the old will have their end, the strong will be useful, and the young will have their own growth', which is an ancient fashion and has With such advanced ideas, why are we regressing now and letting those factory owners squeeze and exploit ordinary people? You are the governor of Greater Shanghai and the parent officer of this area. Can't you make the decision for those female textile workers? "

Fu Jincheng slowly straightened up.

He lowered his eyes to look at her.

Although he studied abroad when he was young, he also read many domestic poetry and dictionary books under the influence of his grandfather and father.

At his grandfather's request, he memorized the Book of Rites by heart. The world is one common people, which is called Datong.

It's not that he doesn't remember this sentence.

only……

Born in troubled times, the country's destiny was still difficult. He secretly hoped that the national industry could develop and grow, but how could he care about those female workers?
He looked into Shen Xiuwan's eyes.

He thought that the books she read in the past were all entertainment stories such as "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Journey to the West", but he did not expect that she was also familiar with "Book of Rites".

She was willing to make concessions to benefit the people, but other factory owners were not.

How should he tell her that the world is not as innocent as she thought?
Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Shen Xiuwan couldn't help but ask, "Are you not willing?"

Fu Jincheng said word by word: "Businessmen pursue profits. What you said is simply impossible to achieve in our country at present."

"But..." Shen Xiuwan frowned, "Aren't you the governor? I know that the governor is a very important official. Can't even you order a lawyer to draft a document to change the legislation and limit the working hours of female textile workers?"

The woman's apricot eyes are crystal clear and full of hope.

It seems that in her eyes, the position of military governor is equivalent to the sky in Shanghai.

Fu Jincheng was stared at by her like this and was speechless for a moment. He even felt a trace of inexplicable guilt in his chest, as if he could not fulfill the requirements she made and he would not be qualified for the position of warlord.

Shen Xiuwan thought to herself: "If you can't do it, then I will talk to other factory owners myself."

"How to talk? They can't possibly agree to your request."

Shen Xiuwan bit her lip.

She voluntarily gave up her interests, but she could not persuade other factory owners to give up their interests.

This matter is simply as difficult as climbing to the sky!
After a while, she said crisply: "In short, I will not give up my demand for limiting working hours. You said you agreed to release the female workers and compensate for medical expenses. Please fulfill your promise immediately."

Fu Jincheng did not hesitate and called her secretary to accompany her to the patrol room.

He went upstairs and watched Shen Xiuwan leave the Governor's Mansion in a rickshaw.

It is said that women in Jiangnan are as tender as water.

But when he looked at it today, he actually noticed a trace of pride.

Shen Xiuwan is not like a weak lily.

Fu Jincheng reached out and picked a white plum blossom in full bloom in a bonsai.

He sniffed lightly under the tip of his nose.

His elegance should be the white plum blossoms blooming in the cold weather.

Shen Xiuwan returned to the hospital with the released female workers and a large amount of compensation. She was greeted by other female workers who wished they could kowtow to her on the spot.

Finally returning to Bai Yuanjing's bungalow, she went straight into the study upstairs.

There are many historical books and current affairs materials collected in the study.

When Bai Yuanjing came in with hot milk and cut fruits, he saw Shen Xiuwan sitting on the floor with a large dictionary in his hand, as if he was eagerly browsing a Western literature.

He asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"

"Yuan Jing, you came just in time," Shen Xiuwan pointed to the book in her hand, "How do you translate this text?"

Bai Yuanjing looked around.

On May 1886, 5, with Chicago as the center, about 1 people organized large-scale strikes and demonstrations, demanding improvement of working conditions and the implementation of an eight-hour work system.

On May 5, the Chicago police suppressed the movement and shot and killed two people. On May 3, striking workers held a protest in the square, resulting in the deaths of four workers and seven police officers.

After that, workers continued to protest.

In 1916, Ford Motor Company began to implement the eight-hour work system.