Chapter 142 The most frightening thing

In the afternoon of the second day of the Chinese New Year, the sun sprinkled the rare warmth in winter. There was no wind in Ma'anshan, which was located by the river. On both sides of the black asphalt street, there were several carriages, and even a few wild carriages. The streets on the second day of the Chinese New Year seemed a little deserted. Eighteen months ago, it was still a hilly field along the river in Dangtu County, but now it is a "big city" with a population of more than 200,000.

However, the vast majority of the residents in this city work for the Jianghuai Road Mining Company. Now Ma'anshan has more than 60,000 workers employed in more than a dozen factories such as iron mines, steel mills, machinery plants, power plants, etc. They and their families have prospered this "city".

Most of these low buildings are scattered in the center of the city. The roads there are paved with asphalt. The ancillary buildings of the road mining company are scattered along the center of the city, although the high-rise buildings in Pudong can't be seen here, even the headquarters of the Jianghuai Road Mining Company is the Metallurgical Research Institute, the Mineral Laboratory, and the Metallurgy. It's just some two or three-story low-rise buildings that can't be divided into the school.

There are not only branches of the company, but also banks, restaurants, hotels, middle and high-level executives' villas and apartment buildings of companies with complete facilities and excellent environment are also located there. Even in the center of the city, there are two parks. Although these parks are open to the outside, visitors are often in the company. The family of the senior executive.

After walking out of the house, he accompanied his wife on the street. Chen Moran looked a little proud. Walking on the road, he introduced the city to Ji Li from time to time. This city is different from Pudong. From the ground to the ground, everything belongs to him.

"... There is a metallurgical school. During the holiday before the New Year, there were more than 1,000 students. Those students are all talents trained for the company. By the end of the year, a group will be sent abroad to study in universities!"

Holding her husband's arm, Ji Li looked at the city curiously. This is the city of the "Chen family". Listening to her husband's story, she became a little obsessed with her husband. When she looked back and saw Ji Li's eyes looking at her, Chen couldn't help but be complacent, and suddenly remembered the shape of confused eyes. Rong Lai, I think it's very interesting about Ji Li's eyes now...

"Let's go! Ji Li, let's go back!"

Seeing that there were still dozens of meters left, the asphalt road came to an end, and Chen Moran, who enjoyed being worshipped by his wife, hurriedly said something.

"Why don't you move forward? The street ahead is still very long!"

Ji Lijiao, who was full of interest, said, taking Chen Moran's arm and walking forward regardless of his unwillingness.

"Son-in-law, look, there are still children on the street!"

Looking in the direction of Ji Li's fingers, isn't it? On the street paved with slag and cinders in the distance, the melted snow pressed the ash on the slag road. The children who chased me were making noise in the street.

The flat asphalt road came to an end, followed by the slag road, and the road and the houses on both sides stunned Ji Li. She obviously didn't expect that the "company's road" would be so short, just a mile.

There are simple earth-walled huts on both sides of the slag road, about hundreds of which are scattered on both sides of the highway according to the company's plan. Most of the earthen houses have low earthen walls in front of them. Perhaps because children often climb up and down, the thick cracks are always smooth, and occasionally they can be seen. Some stores.

This is the workers' area in Ma'anshan. These workers built their own homes here with soil and rice according to the company's plan. The company did not collect their land rent. The only requirement is that they must build houses in the planned area. Although the houses here are simple, It is also rare to be neat and uniform.

Although everything here is different from the environment that Ji Li is used to, she is still full of interest, while Chen Moran seems a little embarrassed. The reason why she came to Ma'anshan from Shanghai before the Spring Festival is actually to avoid some trivial things. When it comes to the Spring Festival, there are always some people who visit. Too lazy to get in with those people, Suo took Ji Li, who had just returned from England, to Ma'anshan's home for the Spring Festival.

Originally, today was like offering treasure, showing off her achievements to Ji Li, but this would be pulled by Ji Li to see the "social ** dark side" more or less. Chen Moran always felt a little uncomfortable. Most of these children wore new clothes during the Spring Festival, which made Chen Moran more or less relieved. In the past, he also walked from here. These Children wear old clothes for most of the time.

It's okay! It's okay!

When the children who were originally playing saw the chairman and his wife walking on the road, they stopped and looked at them. Several naughty and bold people shouted at Ji Li.

"Mrs. Yang, floral clothes..."

Listening to the child's shouts, Ji Li looked very happy. She even left Chen Moran and walked over to play with those children. She hoped that she would also have a child, and even had some expectations on the way back from London.

"Children, what's your name!"

Ji, who bent down, looked at a six- or seven-year-old boy with a smile.

"My name is Lu Ziyang!"

"No, his name is Dog Egg!"

The child next to him immediately exposed the child's "false words".

"Madam, my name is Lu Ziyang!"

"scient name?"

Ji Li looked at Chen Moran with some confusion. The inquiry in her eyes only made Chen Moran's chest stand up and show a few pride.

"Ji Li, I run several schools here. All the children of employees are admitted at one rate, and the children of nearby villagers can also come to school, and they are all free! Even textbooks are provided by the company!"

Chen Moran even deliberately aggravated the word "free". The children's school saw more and more children on the construction site six months ago. He proposed to run several children's schools, but the enrollment was not voluntary, but forced the children of all employees, both men and women, must go to school. The textbook is a new textbook compiled and printed by the Commercial Press.

The most fundamental starting point for compulsory schooling is just to train a group of talents for the company in the future. Only Chen Moran, as the chairman of the company, knows that there are as many as 3,652 technicians in the company, but only 10% of them are Chinese. Almost all the technicians are from the United States, the United Kingdom, Germany, France and even Italy, Austria-Hungary and other countries are recruiting. The salaries of these people range from more than 300 yuan a month to 5 or 600 yuan. They are not afraid of spending a lot of money to hire foreign experts and technicians. The most terrible thing is that they pay for it, but they don't try their best!

They even invited these experts, and because of translation reasons, the communication became a problem. The company even had to spend money to retrain those translators, and the teachers who trained them were exactly what the company urgently needed Chinese technicians.

The fundamental way to solve the problem is to cultivate talents by yourself. The industrial college in Pudong, the metallurgical school in Ma'anshan, and the mining school are all to solve the company's future talent problem. Even in Chen Moran's plan, at the end of the year, the three schools will pass the examination screening and send 1,000 students to the United States, the United Kingdom, Germany to study all the majors needed by companies such as industry, business, law, etc., and even if they have the opportunity, they can select students from Huangpu Sports School to study military affairs.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. After spreading out such an unprecedented stall, Chen Moran finally understood why people often say that "one poor and two white" is the most difficult to build a platform. In this era, even there are less than 10,000 international students in China. Can those talents who talk about it all day long make steel and make machines?

Education! Education is not good! Everything is empty talk!

Just as Ji Li was playing with those children, Chen Moran saw a wave of workers walking hard on the roadside, wearing thin clothes and dragging heavy footsteps. They stopped as they approached. Their tired faces looked a little surprised when they saw the boss.

When Chen Moran nodded to these workers, he was about to say something for further study. He was surprised to see the look of one of the workers staring at Ji Li's exquisite clothes. It was not the look of a man when he saw a beautiful woman, but the look of envy.

Suddenly, in an instant, Chen Moran saw a flash of envy on the face of the 40-year-old worker, with a look of jealousy and hatred.

"What's on his mind?"

Just by asking in his heart, Chen Moran got the answer he didn't want to know.

Look! How rich our boss's wife is! And I, my wife and children, still have nothing! I'm exhausted every day, but I still have nothing!

The jealousy and hatred on the worker's face made Chen Moran even have some fear in his heart. When he looked at the other workers, he looked at the workers. The tired faces turned into angry faces in front of his eyes.

In a trance, the angry faces seemed to explode one day, and then they held high the flag of Yingshanhong, occupied their own factories, took away their wealth, and even took away everything they had in the future.

Revolution!

Two words, one word, let the cold sweat come out of Chen Moran's back. The cold sweat soaked his underwear in an instant. Looking at the tired but reluctantly smiling faces, he seemed to see a day when everyone did not want to endure any more. Maybe at that time, it only needed a simple agitation, a future. The revolution may break out in its own factory at any time, and even the last storm may sweep the whole earth.

Within ten years, I can get more power and wealth, but what about twenty years later?

What will happen in 20 years? Perhaps before the cannon, I didn't change the current emphasis on profits and squeeze the surplus value of the workers as much as possible. I'm afraid that 20 years later, with the cannon, there may be a cannon here.

No! Absolutely not!

This is my factory, mine, everything is mine, and I must not let anyone destroy him!

After thinking that the numb and tired face turned into angry faces, for the first time, an unprecedented fear gushed out in Chen Moran's heart. After many years of education, he clearly knew that all this was not unfounded, but a scene that was very likely or even inevitable in the future. If he didn't seek to change If it changes!

"My father-in-law, my father-in-law..."

Looking at her father-in-law with a pale face and even trembling lips, Ji Li shouted softly twice. What's wrong with him? She can clearly feel that he is afraid, which comes from her inner fear.

"No...no! We must stop all this, we must stop him!"

Chen Moran, who muttered on his lips and was scared by the illusion in his mind, dared to stay in this "volcano" there. At least he must not stay in this place until it changes.

Since yesterday noon, after seeing the jealousy and hatred on the worker's face, after returning home, it was just one morning after another. Chen Moran has smoked twelve cigars, two packs of cigarettes, two pots of coffee and more than a dozen cups of tea.

The world I strive to create, everything I have in the future, may collapse anytime and anywhere. One day, those angry workers will set off a revolution at any time, and at that time, what can I do? I'm afraid that in the end, I can only escape from this land. The scene seems to be a disgusting feeling that keeps hitting him in the stormy waves.

With a cigarette between his fingers, he clenched his teeth and grabbed the chair. The final scene of complete destruction has always lingered in Chen Moran's mind.

"Hmm..."

The burned cigarette between his fingers burned his fingers, which made Chen Moran eat a pain. He came to his senses and took a cursory look at a report sent by Hu Nianzu last night, a report on the cost of the company's products.

"9.5 yuan per ton of raw materials, 12.31 yuan for limestone and coke, and 1.32 yuan for labor cost..."

Looking at the figures in the report, the cost of each ton of steel produced by the company is only 45% in the United States, 55% in Germany, 50% in the United Kingdom, and even 25% lower than that in Japan. The net profit per ton of steel in Ma'anshan Steel Plant is more than 200%. What kind of profit is this?

It's completely profiteering! The kind of windy profit that is enough to make people hangers!

"... The labor fee per ton of steel in the United States is 34 yuan, 28.85 yuan in the United Kingdom, and 26.62 yuan in Germany. In contrast, the labor fee for producing one ton of steel is only 1.82 yuan. Our labor cost also includes mining and ironmaking links. If it is strictly detailed, here The cost of labor may even be less than one yuan!"

Guan Mingtang, who was sitting at the desk, looked at Chen Moran. He didn't know why Chen Moran asked him to rush him from Shanghai to Ma'anshan on the third day of the Chinese New Year. But when it comes to the labor cost, he put forward a bold idea.

"The same situation exists in every factory and construction site of industrial companies. I think we must increase the wages of workers."

If we talk about what is the deepest impression of industrial companies, I'm afraid it is the strong "sweatshop" style of industrial companies from top to bottom. In the factories and construction sites of industrial companies, on construction sites, workers work two 8-hour shifts a day, 16 hours, and in factories, workers have to work 8 hours. Hourly shift, a 4-hour shift, 12 hours a day, but even so, industrial companies continue to increase the intensity of labor to exploit workers.

In his heart, Guan Mingtang has always been very sympathetic to these workers, because when he worked in the United States, he also worked in the "sweatshop" in the United States, but in contrast, he was even a little grateful for the treatment of the workers in the sweatshop in the United States, American workers, They can earn $2.50 a day, while some workers in the industry earn the equivalent of American workers a day.

Even those craftsmen who are envied by the outside world with "high wages" range from 30 to 50 yuan a month. In Guan Mingtang's view, according to their labor intensity, it is not too much for construction workers to get a salary of 30 yuan.

"How much do you think should be increased?"

Thinking about what happened to him yesterday, Chen Moran, who had been silent, asked back.

"Can workers' wages be increased to 70 cents a day?"

Chen Moran's words stunned Guan Mingtang. According to his understanding, Chen Moran is a typical "Vili is a picture". Those extremely squeezed work methods are all out of his own brain. How could he increase his salary by 50% so generously today?

Seeing that Guan Mingtang was a little surprised, Chen Moran said what he had encountered yesterday, and then said what he was worried about.

"Do you understand! The strike is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that if the strike is used!"

Chen Moran smiled bitterly. All he had seen was profit, but what about now? The jealous and hateful eyes made him afraid and doubted the creed he had always believed in. He was confident that even in the future, he could not do that kind of control that pierced the needle, that is, he could not do that kind of control, so let's change something.

Relying on the memory of ordinary people, Guan Mingtang began to calculate the work intensity and efficiency of the industrial company and the labor cost in his heart. At this time, his memory played a full role. A few minutes later, he shook his head.

"It should be one yuan."

"A dollar?"

Chen Moran's eyes stared, all with an incredible look. He's not kidding! One yuan a day! The craftsmen in the factory only get this salary.

"Our factory is divided into workers and craftsmen, and workers are divided into three types: large, medium and small. Even craftsmen are divided into three types. What I'm talking about is two yuan, which is the average salary. The company's current average salary is only 4.5 cents, so the increase is not large! It is still within an acceptable range. Even if we increase this salary, our labor cost is still far lower than that of Europe and the United States, and silk will never affect the company's product sales.

Guan Mingtang took a deep breath and then looked at Chen Moran, trying to persuade him to accept this dollar of salary.

"Well, one yuan is one yuan!"

Chen Moran meditated for a while and finally made a compromise, but when he made this compromise, he began to think that the money spent should be recovered from there.

"I think that in order to appease these workers, we not only raise their wages, but also improve their living environment!"

(to be continued)