Chapter 252: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 252 Internal Contradictions (2)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"There are three paths for future martial arts hall staff." Chen Yi's voice rang clear and loud within the martial arts hall.

"First, become a student again. Students above Level 5 will no longer be converted to staff; they can continue practicing body techniques or sign employment contracts. Their pay will be equivalent to students, fluctuating based on other skills they master."

"Second, staff continue to be promoted. The martial arts hall is expanding, and we will need full-time staff who must master a skill—for example, a Class A driver can drive a large bus, serve as a sparring partner for students, be dispatched to other places to train ordinary staff, and those with management experience can be promoted to manage other staff, even other industries under the martial arts hall. We now have... nearly 1,000 people, not a small number. These promoted staff, that is, staff members, will see a considerable increase in salary. Compared to professional managers outside, I still trust my own people, right?"

If the first point was old news, the second sparked interest in many.

Even Old Huang was thinking: Exactly, without saying anything else, there are now several hundred staff members; someone has to manage them.

Just as everyone was uncertain, Chen Yi calmly threw out the third point: "But it cannot be denied that some staff unsuitable for the martial arts hall—troublemakers, the lazy, those unwilling to improve themselves—must still be fired. The martial arts hall is not a charity; there is no minimum living allowance, no free lunch."

Before the Yingbi, there was another "clamor," and chaos ensued.

If you ask Jiangbei people what they fear most, the answer in 2001 would definitely be "layoff."

Without income, there is no food; not only will the stomach be hungry, but face will be lost, and dignity gone. Mentioning "layoff," no one would sincerely say "I understand"; they would only gnash their teeth in hatred.

Chen Yi's third point clearly stated that the martial arts hall does not provide an iron rice bowl. Though reasonable, it made many unable to understand.

Their fathers' generation had all gotten by eating the state's iron rice bowl, and since childhood they had hoped their children could hold onto an iron rice bowl. The Jiangbei Shipyard had long since gone bankrupt; they had finally entered the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall, and seeing that benefits and treatment were catching up to their well-off peers, to say they had no thoughts at all was truly impossible.

But "layoff" was truly a quagmire that could not be touched.

"Pigeon" roared angrily first: "The martial arts hall is the workers' martial arts hall, not your one-man rule."

Respondents were few, but there were some.

Liu Xinyu, in the crowd, was anxious and annoyed, picking up the whip and putting it down again.

Just as he was anxious, Chen Yi continued calmly: "Your behavior today has proven how low your loyalty is. This time, I won't argue with you, but if you don't disperse, your scores will be deducted."

"Pigeon" shouted: "We're not afraid."

Just now the Hall Master said troublemakers would be dismissed; he felt that if he didn't fight for it, he wouldn't be dismissed today, but it would happen sooner or later, so he hurriedly stood out, trying to consolidate the status of "worker leader"—the wisdom of the working people is closely related to their standard of living; Pigeon, tested by experience, could be called a foolish politician among grassroots.

Old Huang looked at his loyalty, C-, the lowest among the first batch of staff, damn it; how much more could be deducted.

He gritted his teeth and shouted in agreement: "We're not afraid."

But those who could appear as righteous as these two were ultimately a minority. When everyone remained silent, the first to stand out turned from the early bird into the bird that gets shot...

Chen Yi clicked his tongue twice, still reasoning with the majority: "I know your worries, afraid there will be no future... the future is chosen by oneself..."

He paused, deciding to stop with the grand principles, and instead raised his voice: "Let me first talk about the future development of the martial arts hall. Our plan is to take over the Jiangnan Shipyard and the Jiangbei Shipyard, absorb them together, along with many supporting small factories; the labor demand at the wharf will also be huge. As for you, if you are willing in the future, the martial arts hall will assign you work, and you can even do management work, but..."

He pointed to the scoreboard on the Yingbi and said: "In the future, who does management, manages where, or works where, or even gets fired, will all be based on this table, fair and open. So, don't think we put up a table out of boredom; this table will decide your life, decide your future."

"Pigeon" nervously wanted to say something again, but his throat felt as if it were being pressed down, and suddenly he couldn't speak.

Chen Yi hid his hand that had released battle qi, pointing at Pigeon: "This staff member, as the ringleader of the troublemakers, will bear all responsibility for this incident. Naked Bear, throw him out of the martial arts hall. From now on, whoever dares to gather a crowd will be fired!"

"Pigeon" twisted his body frantically until he was about to be taken out of the Small Square, only then freeing his throat, shouting with all his might: "Why punish only me?"

Chen Yi replied in a not-too-loud voice: "Since you are the ringleader, you must be prepared to accept the maximum punishment."

"Pigeon" heaved with anger and finally said: "Old Huang is also a ringleader; why not punish Old Huang?"

Old Huang, still glad to have escaped with his life, looked at "Pigeon" with murderous eyes. Sabotaging someone's livelihood is like killing their wife and children; this hatred cannot be shared under the same sky.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Who the hell said I'm a ringleader with you? I... I was just shouting."

The people around burst into laughter, dispelling the tense atmosphere.

Chen Yi glanced at Old Huang and said with an indifferent expression: "Old Huang is a first-batch student; give him one more chance."

While speaking, Naked Bear threw "Pigeon" out of the martial arts hall.

Everyone looked at each other, no one moved; needless to say, their spirit was broken.

Liu Xinyu squeezed out of the crowd relieved, her figure with a prominent chest and curved hips occupying quite a bit of space.

Chen Yi had her stand by his side, then said: "After the score table is completed, those with an average score above A- level will get a 10% salary increase, every month thereafter. Those with scores below C level will have their salary reduced by 10% monthly; if total compensation is below 2,000 yuan, or if they are continuously below D level, they will be fired. Finally, whoever I want to fire, I will fire."

"How can people be fired at will?" Someone's muttering seemed a bit louder.

Chen Yi hummed, pointed at the speaker, and said: "Don't let there be a next time."

The person pointed out looked stunned; he had been speaking from behind the neck of the person in front just now.

Chen Yi gestured to Liu Xinyu, turned and left; the other staff, seeing no one taking the lead, naturally dispersed slowly.

The students nearby saw this scene and each had their own thoughts.

When Chen Yi invited several Level 3 Body Technique students for a second meeting, Li Changning, Sang Chengqiang, and Song Zhuang all agreed to go abroad to work.

Li Changning and Sang Chengqiang were Naked Bear's hometown fellows and had a good relationship with She Lei; they were Level 1 students of a slightly later batch. Song Zhuang, although a student who entered the martial arts hall later, was older, seemingly around thirty years old. They had no confidence in advancing to Level 5 students within the next half year, and according to the martial arts hall's regulations, by then they would be converted to staff.

Obviously, the existence of staff was to serve the martial arts hall and students. As students of the second-highest current level, they naturally did not want to go back, and besides, the need to support their families drove them.

Chen Yi did not immediately send them to the West Continent, but first hired a dedicated coach to teach the three of them to use various engineering vehicles and ordinary machinery, while also conducting basic firearms and military training; only then did he let them settle their families, and only then did he take the three of them on the subway journey.

When the four of them stood on the land of the West Continent, sitting on the back of a ten-meter-tall transport beast, looking at the hundred-meter-tall Sky-Reaching Tree, and tasting the seven-meter-long flat large fish, the little fatty Li Changning fell silent first.

Sang Chengqiang and Song Zhuang soon understood the crux: in such a magical place, the so-called five-year period would probably be hard to fulfill.

However, young people's worries are easily resolved; when they saw She Lei wearing a leopard-print leather skirt, they couldn't help but laugh.

"You've come to play Sun Wukong, huh." Li Changning realized first; seeing She Lei meant the job was real, even if the conditions were a bit arduous, at least there was some hope.

"Are you here to compete for Second Senior Brother's position?" She Lei was even more surprised to see the three of them; he didn't know Song Zhuang, but his relationship with Li Changning and Sang Chengqiang was quite good...

Chen Yi felt it would be better for She Lei to introduce his West Continent policies himself, so he went to the Shuizhai on his own.

After more than three months of construction, Shuizhai underwent an expansion and already had the flavor of a modern small town.

The village walls were long east-west and short north-south, with five streets running vertically and horizontally; Nanbei Zhongjie was the main commercial street, now with three or five merchants, all shops run by itinerant traders.

"The front shop doesn't seem as lively as the back shop?" Chen Yi observed for a moment, then asked Yu Weichao.

"Everyone's loading goods in the back shop." Yu Weichao, though not fond of commerce, had no choice but to spend effort learning it, and said: "The shops of the West Continent are like the relay inns of old Earth; the most troublesome thing is transportation, and bulk loading and unloading business is more common."

Chen Yi made an "oh" sound and asked: "Do they collect taxes?"

"No commercial tax, because traveling merchants don't allow others to know what goods they're carrying." Yu Weichao helplessly pointed at the city gate and said: "Everyone demands a head tax, but we're strangers here and don't control the household registration... In the end it was uniformly changed to an entry tax."

"Which kind is expensive?"

Yu Weichao said with a strange expression: "The entry tax is expensive, one coin each time, and over a day it adds up to several thousand coins of income."

This bit of small money, Chen Yi simply didn't take to heart.

But Yu Weichao didn't stop; instead he continued: "Ma La also learned from us, adopting the entry tax to replace the monthly head tax."

Chen Yi's brow immediately furrowed: "How long ago was this?"

Yu Weichao knew what he wanted to ask and replied: "Three days apart."

Three days apart, Ma La learned Shuizhai's new money-collecting method?

They're quite open-minded—wherever increasing revenue is concerned, all humans are indeed the same.

Chen Yi made an "hmph" sound. News from the stronghold takes one day to reach Yun Village or nearby Yu Village, then another day to reach Ma La; to spread, it would probably take another one or two days.

"There's a spy in the stronghold." Chen Yi shook his head, expressing his displeasure.

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