Chapter 251: Only I Am Unique in Law Chapter 251 Internal Contradictions (1)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Just past noon, the students and staff of Chen Family Martial Arts Hall gathered before the Yingbi at the Small Square to view their respective evaluation results.

Among the students there was only a loyalty ranking, but the staff had both ability and loyalty rankings, the highest being A+ and the lowest E-, a difference of 15 levels.

"I heard that future wages will also be based on evaluations."

"Not eating from the big pot is good—where in a private company do people eat from the big pot?" two staff members whispered.

But their opinions did not represent the opinions of most people, especially those staff who had joined the Martial Arts Hall early on. Whatever their previous motives, now they mainly just wanted a bowl of rice to eat; a salary of 3000 was not little, after all, who has money to spare? Besides, their qualifications were senior, they usually slacked off at work, and even directed the workers who came after them to do tasks. Now that there was an evaluation system, once ranked CD level, how could they still direct AB level workers to work? Whether people would listen to them was uncertain. In that case, wouldn't all the benefits be gone?

"This kind of evaluation is too ridiculous, who knows how it's calculated."

"The scores are posted on the side, didn't you see?"

Another sighed: "This is to cut money, right?"

"Only received money for a few months."

"Don't be left behind, subjected to some last-place elimination system."

Besides the early workers, those gentlemen who later became workers were most afraid of being dismissed. The Martial Arts Hall had accepted people freely back then, and many middle-aged youths had joined. Some of them had families and children, and some had married one after another within this half year. Joining the Martial Arts Hall, staying in the Martial Arts Hall, was all for that subsidy or salary. Now ranked behind, seeing they might be swept out the door, who could not worry in their hearts, who could be happy?

In fact, most workers' scores were below C level. Those who could drive, understood a bit of machine repair, lathes, or carpentry were considered capable people within. Reality being what it was, if every one of them knew five foreign languages and seven specialties, how could they have been laid off and diverted, unable to find work in Jiangbei?

"We are old-timers, how can they do this?" In the crowd, Old Huang suddenly blurted out a sentence, immediately drawing everyone's echoing agreement.

Old Huang was a student of the First Batch, a genuine fellow townsman of the Naked Bear.

When that batch of them entered the Martial Arts Hall back then, various systems were not yet perfect, and no one could see a future in the Martial Arts Hall, so many chose immediate benefits. Old Huang was a representative figure among them. He saw that workers had a salary of 3000, and it was just moving things and sweeping the floor, easier and more comfortable than working in a supermarket, so he naturally slacked off, intentionally or unintentionally becoming a worker instead of striving to be a student. Later She Lei even advised him to train well and become a student again—at that time, as long as one could cultivate Body Arts Level 1, one could become a student again, and there was enough Divine Oil for the desperate.

But Old Huang thought: I, a worker, have 3000, you students also have 3000, why should I risk my life to train?

He believed even less in promises about houses and such.

After going back and forth like this, by the time he learned that students also had salaries, and that Level 2 Students doubled and Level 3 Students doubled again, everything was too late. Not to mention that the use of Divine Oil for the desperate was restricted, just the requirement of Body Art Level 3 was something Old Huang could not reach.

Having been a worker for over half a year, seeing the later students one by one holding their annual salary there laughing and joking, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Now it was even better; the Martial Arts Hall had come up with some strange evaluation again.

Old Huang shouted indignantly: "The Martial Arts Hall was built brick by brick by us; no one should think of taking it away. Whampoa Military Academy, Whampoa Military Academy's Tenth Term, no matter how awesome, still has to call the First Batch 'Senior Brother,' right? We can't lose our tradition."

Students from the first few batches, many had cultivated to Level 2 and couldn't advance, also became workers; at this moment they all shouted and cheered. But the later workers were unhappy and started clamoring.

Old Huang was older and very experienced, and shouted again: "*** said, we must unite the majority. In my opinion, students should also be lined up and given ability rankings to see what they know. Then, re-determine wages!"

He had wanted to say this for a long time; after shouting, he actually felt a sense of emptiness.

Sometimes at night at home, he asked himself, if he had listened to She Lei back then, who knows what things would be like now. For a period of time, he had even secretly trained after returning home in the evening, wanting to cultivate Body Art Level 3 to become a student. But after She Lei left, his competitive spirit faded.

Today stepping forward to take the lead, rather than saying it was resistance, it was better to say it was struggle.

At some point, Liu Xinyu appeared behind the Yingbi, holding a black whip in her hand, and said in a clear cold voice: "Students' abilities are mainly reflected in their body technique abilities. According to the current evaluation levels, Body Arts Level 1 is given 10 points, and doubles thereafter. But after becoming staff members, body technique is just one skill you master, so Body Arts Level 1 is only given 5 points."

"Why!"

"Equal pay for equal work!"

"Whoever smashes my rice bowl, I'll fight them to the death!" This person even shouted slogans from when their parents' generation was laid off.

Liu Xinyu secretly looked back, feeling that Chen Yi upstairs behind the Venetian Blind must have an iron-green face at this moment.

"The workers' work serves the Martial Arts Hall; the students' responsibility is to learn body techniques. The current evaluation is only the second version and is not final. If anyone has opinions, they can submit them in writing. Now everyone disperse."

Besides entering the hall half a year earlier than others, the workers had no abilities or qualities superior to ordinary people, yet they took salaries several times that of ordinary workers, ten times the remuneration of laid-off workers.

In Liu Xinyu and others' view, the rewards given to students were meaningful, but the rewards given to workers were almost meaningless—what they did was ordinary work anyone could do; its only value was actually to let students feel at ease. Because students who could not advance to Level 3 were the majority, and students who could not advance to Level 5 in the future were even more numerous. If the Martial Arts Hall abandoned them all, the number of people willing to come to the Martial Arts Hall would surely greatly decrease.

From a long-term perspective, future students with higher body technique levels, such as gentlemen with Body Technique Level 2 or Body Technique Level 4 who became staff members, still had levels exceeding ordinary people in society. But these students left over from historical problems were almost all worthless.

Just as they shouted, besides the term "old-timer," there was no corresponding effort and contribution.

Liu Xinyu, who managed the Martial Arts Hall's daily affairs and material distribution, naturally did not want more expenses.

Her performance was reasonable and well-supported; many workers looked at their evaluations and slowly moved their steps, preparing to leave.

At this moment, another worker named "Pigeon" suddenly roared: "Back when we were laid off, the Factory Director said the same thing. Brothers, you can't believe it; if you believe it, you'll suffer for a lifetime."

His voice was shrill, as if he had already been deceived.

Actually it was about the same. Pigeon entered the factory at 19 and was diverted and laid off at 26. Many people before him had even more heart-wrenching pain.

Who in Jiangbei didn't know the misery after being laid off? Connecting it to their fathers' painful past, everyone swarmed and surrounded again.

On the fourth floor, Chen Yi sighed and thought: Governing people is truly troublesome.

Liu Xinyu was a bit stunned, not understanding what connection a Martial Arts Hall that wasn't even a private company had with state-owned enterprise-style layoffs. State-owned enterprises, according to law, belonged to the workers, and all workers should equally divide the factory's assets. But what about the Martial Arts Hall? After all, she had never been an official and had never thought about this kind of typical irrational coercion.

But as for how to mobilize and use the masses, the people of Jiangbei had 20 years of training and 20 years of lessons.

"Pigeon" recalled bitterness and thought of sweetness with a loud voice; the workers subconsciously gathered together and blocked Liu Xinyu.

At this moment, no matter what she said, no one paid attention.

Soon, the staff members spontaneously shouted: "We want to see the Hall Master, we want to see the Hall Master!"

The voices echoed throughout the venue, like crying foolish birds.

Not only the young people kneeling before the Small Square waiting to be recorded were dumbfounded, but the students nearby who hadn't joined in were also dumbfounded.

Upstairs, the Naked Bear was filled with righteous indignation and said angrily: "Master, let me go disperse them."

"No need."

"Then let me organize the Inspection Team." The Martial Arts Hall's Inspection Team had always existed, and its organization kept expanding, its personnel kept being refined. Now only students with Body Technique Level 2 could become members of the Inspection Team. They were also the most core and stable part of the Martial Arts Hall, receiving both subsidy and salary, two incomes, and with relatively good training results, they had the motivation to advance.

Not to mention surpassing the longbow and armor equipment of riot police, just organizing several dozen students with Body Technique Level 2 and Level 3 could disperse the workers downstairs who were at most Body Technique Level 2.

But Chen Yi felt it was unnecessary, stood up and said: "I'll go down."

Naked Bear wanted to say there was danger, but turned his head and felt it was inappropriate. In his eyes, unless it was Qiangxiang, he feared it would be hard to even injure Chen Yi.

He did not know that nowadays, Qiangxiang capable of piercing Chen Yi's Qi defense were already as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

When Chen Yi came downstairs, the staff stopped shouting. Even the earliest "elders" surely could not arrive earlier than the Hall Master. But everyone still surrounded Liu Xinyu, shouting slogans similar to "clearing the ruler's side."

China's common people are not willing to believe in the justice and fairness of the upper class; rather, besides believing in the justice and fairness of the upper class, they have no other choice; China's common people are not satisfied with just a little bit of the lowest level of livelihood security, but they have no opportunity to demand more—people all over the world are people, Chinese people are nothing special, just more numerous.

Chen Yi looked around, his whole body floating with Qi.

Liu Xinyu's whole body trembled, as if she saw the instructor from her special training back then, that hidden power-filled disdainful confidence...

"Hall Master."

"Hall Master!"

The crowd shouted in a jumble, finally returning to two words.

"Contradictions among the people, we solve among the people. Naked Bear, not a person of the Martial Arts Hall, drive them all to Guangchang." Chen Yi's first sentence made Liu Xinyu put her heart back in her stomach. If he got angry and started a massacre, strictly rectifying everything, future work would be difficult.

Naked Bear made a gesture to raise his hand, and a group of students wearing Armour rushed out, driving away all the apprentices kneeling on Small Square. A few who turned to watch were beaten, tried to resist and were beaten too, but compared to the surging public sentiment on Small Square, it could only be counted as a small ripple.

"Future staff of the Martial Arts Hall have three paths to take." Chen Yi's voice was clear and resonant, echoing within Wuguan Nei.

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