Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 364: Please Come In, Outer God Lady (4.7K)

When he was still a few dozen meters away from here, Backlund's new factory owner knew what was happening ahead.

Combining the data from Klein's investigation and the content of the workers' shouting, it seems that demanding wages is not uncommon in Backlund.

Various trade unions organize marches every once in a while to improve workers' treatment and reduce the final working hours of the day.

Of course, such marches are often unsatisfactory. In most cases, the final result is that factory owners, aristocrats, and wealthy people bribe the top leaders of trade unions and make false promises.

The main point is that I know it’s wrong, but I just won’t change it!

Because the Kingdom of Loen does not have any special laws to clearly stipulate these.

As for how Ron knew about it, of course it was because there were a bunch of monsters in his family who liked to read newspapers and magazines, so it would be hard for him not to know about it.

This incident is enough to show how poor the spiritual world of Medici, Amon and the resentful souls are, otherwise they would not have one always thinking about war, one always wanting to have fun, and the other always practicing hard.

In the words of the "Genius", he was just bored and had nothing to do. At least he saw that Roselle had never been so poor and was very busy every day.

"Everyone, please calm down. I really don't have any extra money. My father has mortgaged all the valuables in the house to keep the company running."

Compared to those workers who were asking for their wages, the son of the director of the Honest Steel Company, a young man in his twenties named Raymond, was obviously much more civilized.

He was blushing from being scolded by those dirty and ugly insulting words, but because of a certain guilty conscience, the voice of his explanation gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

At this moment, Raymond Fernando suddenly saw a four-wheeled carriage with a gorgeous exterior and inlaid with "brass" parked here.

Above the carriage, there is also a special badge hung, which is exquisitely crafted and consists of a circular outline, twisted lines and layered stars.

This may be the emblem of some ancient noble family or some ancient family...

The thoughts flashed through his mind, and before the young college student had time to observe too much carefully, he saw the door of the carriage being pushed open roughly, and a handsome boy who was only 1.51 meters tall jumped out of the carriage.

Ron raised his head slightly, took two steps with his short legs and came to the factory gate. The expression on his face was intimidating without being angry, and with a glance from his golden eyes, the whole scene suddenly became quiet.

"Are you all workers in this factory?" The blond boy asked knowingly, as he already had the answer in his mind.

In fact, what he meant was, it's already this late, why aren't you going to work yet?

But Ron was so thick-skinned that he didn't dare to ask this question on the spot, because based on what he had just seen, the steel company still owed these people wages.

"Uh, yes, I and they are all workers here, who are you?"

The leading worker was visibly stunned, then looked at Ron warily.

The clothing and attire of this handsome young man clearly do not belong to the East District or the Factory District, and such people rarely appear here.

"Your father is the new owner of this steel company?"

The leading worker was obviously knowledgeable. He frowned slightly and did not wait for Ron to answer. Based on the recent rumors about the steel company and the time when the blond boy appeared and his clothes, he deduced an answer that was almost correct.

Hearing this, Ron's tense face suddenly fell. He knew it would be like this.

His teenage form was always distrusted in situations like this, and for this reason, he didn't even let Sharon, who looked like an adult, get out of the car.

Isn't a height of 1.5 meters not a height?!
Don’t treat bean buns as dry food, asshole!
"In fact, I am the new owner of Candide Steel Company."

Pursing his lips helplessly, the 1.5-meter-tall boy raised his arms high and introduced himself solemnly under the gaze of a group of steel workers.

As soon as Ron finished speaking, the workers around him suddenly exploded. They looked at each other, as if they had never expected that their boss was actually a child.

And they look even smaller than their children!

"Are you kidding? Are all the stocks and bonds of the steel plant really in your name?!"

This is totally against the rules. Documents signed at his age have no legal effect. Could it be another rich kid messing around?
The leading worker frowned, lowered his face, and looked with a bit of hostility at the arrogant boy with his head slightly raised, who didn't look like a man who could do business at all.

"Is everything you said true?!"

He asked again hurriedly, as if confirming something.

In the East District, the dock area, and the factory area, every once in a while a company or factory that is about to go bankrupt will come back to life.

The children of nobles or some big businessmen would buy these companies on the verge of bankruptcy at extremely low prices, attempting to make a comeback and prove their talents.

But most of the results...are often not satisfactory.

These shrewd sons of businessmen often use the excuse of cash flow constraints to withhold workers' wages in order to save costs. Once they find that the company cannot continue to operate, they will just walk away, leaving behind a mess that no one wants to take care of.

As for these workers, no one is seeking justice for them and considering the issue of withheld wages.

This will lead to quite serious consequences. Families that were barely able to maintain themselves will collapse in an instant, their children and wives will starve to death, and they themselves will often fall into the abyss of hardship because they cannot find a job for the time being.

That's why the leading workers reacted so hostilely when they saw Ron say that he was the new boss of the company.

Perhaps only if Ron becomes bald and has a big belly, he can gain the trust of these factory workers.

You know a lot and are good at provoking...

"If you were talking to your former boss in that tone, it's a miracle you're still around."

"What's your name?"

The blond boy's mouth was still as sharp as ever. He would criticize anyone, regardless of gender, age or status, and he had never been at a disadvantage.

"Uh, little sir my name is Harry Braid."

"No, no, I don't mean to look down on you. I just feel a little surprised that a new boss would come at this critical moment."

After getting over his initial surprise, Mr. Harry's expression immediately changed. He seemed to have sensed the character of his new boss based on Ron's outward behavior.

Regardless of the future of the steel plant, at least the two weeks' wages must be returned.

Although the former supervisor’s son has no money, isn’t this a new boss?
"Since you are the boss, you should know about the debt problem of the steel mill. We just want to get back the salary that belongs to us."

He got straight to the point without hesitation, as if he wanted to catch Ron off guard so that he would agree to pay back the money.

The workers in the surrounding steel mills were also very cooperative, and they all moved forward in unison, as if they wanted to put psychological pressure on the new boss.

Workers also have their own wisdom, and blindly demanding debts may backfire.

Seeing the gazes of the workers around him, the blond boy curled his lips. Does Ron Sothoth really look like a sucker?

"You are very courageous. You must have been the one who got these people entangled. You must have made an agreement behind their backs. They all take you as their leader in order to get the money back."

"But have you ever considered one thing? With your behavior, I can call the police and say that my personal safety is threatened by you. I can lock you up for a week or two and use this as an excuse to avoid paying the debt you owe me."

Ron's lips curled up, and his calm, almost declarative tone made all the workers present look worried and terrified.

Harry Brad's heart tightened when he heard this. He quickly turned around to look at the workers around him who had different expressions, and his face gradually became ugly.

After these two short sentences destroyed this fragile alliance, the blond boy licked his lips, pointed at the son of the factory manager at the back, and continued slowly: "First, every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, and I will not pay back the money the previous boss owes you!"

As soon as the somewhat immature boy's voice fell, it instantly aroused the dissatisfaction of the workers. However, before they could take any action, they heard the calm boy continue to speak:
"Second, if you still want to work here, I will increase your weekly salary by one-third of your weekly salary. If your weekly salary is 20 soli, you will get 30 soli every week. This is a benefit that belongs exclusively to you. If you join later or quit and join again, it will not count."

Ron's words made all the workers pause, and even their breathing became heavier. Those workers who were planning to run away after getting their wages, or who had already found a way out in advance, swallowed unconsciously.

Things don't seem so bad now.

Harry Brad was also stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the young man who was so stingy just now would be so generous at this time. Not only did he not cut costs like those noble children, but he also increased their weekly salary.

Seeing that he had the atmosphere and rhythm of the scene under his control, Ron continued to speak calmly without any expression:
"Third, I seem to have heard that you all have your own difficulties. I allow you to withdraw three weeks' weekly salary in advance from me. For those who withdraw in advance, you can only get half of your salary every week until you pay back the portion you withdraw in advance."

"Is it based on the previous weekly salary or the increased one?"

Someone in the crowd raised his hands and asked loudly, impatiently.

"Of course it's improved!"

As soon as the boy finished speaking, the workers around him widened their eyes in disbelief and rubbed their ears, fearing that what they had just heard was an unrealistic hallucination.

In an instant, the entire honest factory fell silent.

Then there was a burst of cheers and praises. The workers came forward and surrounded the blond boy who was only 1.51 meters tall, as if they wanted to throw him high into the air to express their gratitude.

Seeing this, Ron raised his hands and pressed them down. The whole scene instantly became quiet, and all the workers were eagerly waiting for the new boss to continue giving orders.

"I can take your father's shares in this honest man's factory for 2000 pounds, part of which can be used to make up for the debt. Do you want to sell it to me?"

Looking at the former supervisor's son, the blond boy continued speaking without any disturbance in his eyes. Although his words were apparently consulting the young man, his tone was declarative.

"me."

The former supervisor's son was a little hesitant, but the workers around him seemed to have his backing, and their united eyes made him unconsciously take a step back.

"I agree!"

As Ron expected, the young man in his twenties agreed quite "readily". Although he was reluctant to give up his father's inheritance, he still chose two thousand pounds due to the pressure of life.

"Okay, now who has any questions?"

Seeing that all the problems had been solved, the boy glanced at the stunned Harry Braid and asked loudly.

"If not, then go to work and don't waste time!"

"Roselle said, time is life!"

Ron is a professional at making big promises, and his big promises are so good that even the "Son of Chaos" will feel dizzy.

Of course, the great Infinite Wisdom keeps its word. Although the benefits just promised seem to be numerous, in essence, they only increase the salary of each steel plant worker by one third.

It is a good deal to gain prestige, reputation, increase workers' enthusiasm for work, and break up small groups within the factory.

In just a few words, the entire steel plant regained its vitality during its business boom.

Harry Brad could also see what Ron was doing, and he couldn't help but secretly marvel at the boy's skills and ability to handle things.

Even many wealthy businessmen may not be able to handle things so cleanly and efficiently and achieve multiple goals at once.

When he thought of this, he suddenly realized something and immediately moved his feet and tried to sneak away.

Logically speaking, if this incredible young man is really as clean and efficient as he appears to be, then there is still an important finishing touch to be done.

In Russell's words, we must root out the trouble at its roots, and those who lead the trouble must be eliminated as a priority.

"Harry Braid, stay a moment."

The cold and childish voice of the boy made the leading worker freeze up, with an indescribable bitter smile on his face.

Now he doesn't have those workers to back him up.

"What did you do before? You don't seem to be a worker."

Ron raised his head, looked at the man in his forties, and then asked in a calm tone.

"Well, I was a grain merchant before, but I went bankrupt because of the Corn Bills, so I became a worker after many twists and turns."

Faced with the boy who was only 1.51 meters tall, the former grain merchant was actually intimidated by the invisible aura and did not dare to look Ron in the eye for a moment.

"A grain merchant. As far as I know, many grain merchants die of depression after bankruptcy. It's rare to find someone as energetic as you."

The boy raised an eyebrow, looking a little surprised.

"Ah~ This is thanks to my wife, you, and my teenage child. I had given up, but they were very strong."

"If I can't get out of this, then they probably won't be able to survive either, so for them I have to choose to continue living."

Some slightly sad words came out of Harry Brad's mouth. He seemed to have anticipated what was going to happen next, and was trying to use this method of showing his wound to make Ron, whose wrist was clean, let him and his family go.

The blond boy nodded, his expression did not change at all. He took a deep breath and spoke calmly:
"You have a heavy heart. You should know what I mean. You are fired."

These cold words were like a huge hammer, smashing into the soft heart of this good husband and good father.

He opened his mouth, as if wanting to beg for mercy, but only now did he realize that he did not know the boy's name, and for a moment he did not know how to start.

Taking a deep breath, Harry Braid nodded indifferently and turned away.

Although disasters are inevitable, life must go on.

But at this moment, that indifferent and emotionless voice came again.

"Wait a minute, the director of this company died a few days ago, and I'm short of talent in this area. Do you want to accept this job?"

"I think you should have the prestige and ability."

"Of course, you can't enjoy the one-third salary increase benefit."

Harry Brad paused for a moment, and immediately turned his head, looking at the blond boy with nimble wrists in disbelief.

"I am willing!"

He had to admit that at this moment, even though he knew that the young man was trying to bribe him, he was still deeply moved.

In this regard, the former grain merchant couldn't help but admire Ron's wisdom and accurate grasp of human nature.

It not only gave him a big stick but also a carrot, but also left a positive image for all the workers in the factory.

This young man clearly looks to be only in his 12s, so how come he is more cunning than him, a grain merchant who has been in business for many years?

(End of this chapter)