Chapter 1032: Sharing the Secret to Making Money

Living in a depressed environment for a long time is very bad, emotionally, and can even map from the spirit to the physiology, for example... becoming irritable, having dull skin, and also having unexplained discomfort and pain.

Cooper would sometimes endure these.

He would feel some pain in his body, but he wasn't sure where the pain was. He went to see a doctor and even took a magical X-ray, but the result was that the doctor told him he was very healthy.

He was tortured by these small problems that didn't actually affect his life, until this moment.

The moment he walked out of the supervisor's office with his head held high, he felt comfortable all over.

His two colleagues walked over with worried faces. "We heard you shouting at him inside, what happened?"

Cooper, who was now completely indifferent, had a thick mockery and disdain for the supervisor on his face. "Nothing, he thinks he is the leader of this world, but I told him the truth of this world: he is just a clown who relies on selling his ass to get to the top!"

Others who heard him say these things couldn't help but show surprised expressions, and some exclaimed, "Are you crazy?"

"He has connections on the board of directors, you will lose this job!"

"It's not too late for us to go to the union now!"

Among the many unions in the Federation, in terms of strength and combat effectiveness, the Auto Workers Union should be considered first-class.

Once the union comes forward, the entire company will be alarmed, and perhaps the board of directors will also arrange for a special director to come and mediate.

Such things have happened before, and in the end, the company will compromise. After all, business is so good now that even stopping production for a week is a huge loss for them.

Let the union come forward, and then Cooper bows his head, indicating that he has encountered problems in his family recently, which has affected his work.

Added to the supervisor's arrogant attitude toward him, this eventually ignited this quarrel.

The company will transfer the supervisor away from this workshop, and Cooper will also very likely be transferred to another job. It will definitely not be as comfortable as it is now, but at least he can keep this job.

If it were in the past, not to mention whether Cooper would let all this happen, he would definitely choose to agree and immediately go to the union to intervene to calm this matter down.

But it's different now. He is about to step onto a fast lane in life. He will have three hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, or even one million!

The money he has now is enough for him to work in this damn car factory for another twenty years, or even thirty years.

Thirty years later, he will have retired long ago; he has already achieved economic freedom!

So at this time, there is no panic or anxiety on his face, only calmness and composure.

Wealth, money, is a person's greatest confidence in society, and the source of their self-confidence.

"No, thank you, I appreciate your suggestion, but I want to say no!"

"I've had enough of the damn requirement to work overtime here, and I've also had enough of them never valuing our demands. I'm leaving here now!"

He looked around. Compared to the calmness or even numbness on the faces of those workers, several engineers seemed to be truly worried about him.

"I have found a new direction for my life's path, and I have decided to follow this path all the way. Life always has to pass through one landscape after another. Now, the landscape of the factory has ended."

"The next stage of life is beckoning to me, brothers!"

"I won't say goodbye, because I will still go to the club to chat and meet with you when I'm free, but I hope you won't be sad because of my departure."

"My leaving won't make everything worse, it will only make everything better!"

"Bless me!"

Others saw that his personality and emotions had changed drastically after scolding the supervisor, so they realized that perhaps this was not an impulsive act, and immediately asked what had happened.

So much so that a middle-class person with heavy bills chose to actively leave his job when the economy was constantly improving and income was constantly increasing.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Did someone poach you to another company?"

Although this person was his good friend, the tone carried some... envy, jealousy, and probing that might be a bit sigh-inducing.

Cooper was in a state of excitement at this time. He didn't notice it, or rather, even if he did, he didn't have any big thoughts.

Because he would become two different worlds and two different classes of people from these people, his colleagues, and friends.

He was going to become a big shot in the upper class. He had to maintain his humility, decency, and demeanor.

"No, this matter... I'll tell you after work when we get to the club."

"Now, I need to take my things and leave this damn place forever!"

It wasn't that he had completed all the resignation procedures just by slamming his work badge on the desk; he still had some other work to do.

Although the workers were a bit curious at this time, since Cooper said so, they didn't force him to say it now, but they wished him good luck one after another and returned to their posts.

Cooper's departure made the factory manager take the initiative to try to persuade him to stay. After all, he had worked in the factory for more than ten years and could be considered an old hand in the factory.

Besides his ability to bring profits to the company through his work, his value here also had an important role, which was to stabilize people's hearts.

You can always see some old men still working in the factories of those large groups. Is it really that the factory can't do without them?

Not necessarily!

These old people didn't receive much higher education in the past, and most of them didn't go to college.

They are not sensitive to advanced technology, nor do they understand it, not as good as those senior intellectuals who graduated from prestigious universities, but why does the factory still keep them?

It is just to use them to tell every worker that as long as they don't cause trouble and are willing to listen to the capitalists, then the capitalists will let them work here until they are old.

Working until old age has become a means for capitalists to attract bottom-level workers, and they have packaged this temptation into a corporate culture full of warmth.

So much so that many workers have the idea of "I want to die on the job," while ignoring that they are actually just one member and one link of exploitation and oppression on the assembly line.

As long as their existence does not conform to the interests of the factory, the factory will immediately start the official business rules and ruthlessly kick them out.

Cooper has been working hard and complaining for these years, and can be considered a signboard for an obedient employee. If such a good old man as him leaves his post, it is inevitable that those troublemakers will make up some rumors to affect production.

But Cooper's willingness to leave could not be shaken. The conflict between him and the supervisor could not be eased or resolved. Staying would only be very uncomfortable, so he refused the factory manager's request.

After he packed up his things, he went home. His wife also had a job as an accountant, and their children were in the community daycare.

He simply put his things away, took a bottle of wine from the treasured wine cabinet, wrapped it in a paper bag, and put it in the car.

He was going to have a drink with his friends.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the brightly lit factory would not end today's work, because the fully charged new workers had already begun to prepare to enter their posts.

And those workers who were exhausted after a day of work began to complete the final process of their work today.

When the bell in the workshop rang, those workers who had worked for a day took a step back, and the night shift workers who were rested and refreshed took a step forward.

Everything was completed in this short moment, they said goodnight to each other, and then left their posts.

Several engineers changed their clothes and took a car to the nearby workers' club, and found Cooper in the workers' club.

He had booked a private room and ordered some food, and the club didn't need to worry about the rest.

The club had barbecue, fried chicken, etc., all of which were simple fast food, and the calories were explosive, which was exactly what the workers who needed to replenish energy after a day of work needed most.

After several colleagues entered the room, they closed the door, and Cooper opened the whiskey he brought, which made everyone's face show a smile.

As middle-class people, what could be more comfortable than eating these delicious foods and having a drink after a day of work that wasn't actually too tiring but mentally exhausting?

"Fuck, Cooper, you really encountered a good thing!"

A colleague who was closer to Cooper couldn't help but express his thoughts. "How much does this bottle of wine cost?"

"Forty, or fifty?"

Cooper had a smile on his face, and a trace of showing off. "Fifty-five dollars."

"Fuck!"

"You made a fortune!"

Others couldn't help but look at the bottle of wine when they heard this. Being able to take out a bottle of fifty-five dollar whiskey in a treat was absolutely abnormal.

Their wages as engineers had increased a lot, to two hundred dollars, but a bottle of fifty-five dollar whiskey that could be finished quickly was still a not-small expense.

Cooper was not so generous usually!

Cooper didn't refuse to admit this statement either. He just kept his seemingly humble but actually showing-off smile, and under the gaze of everyone, waited slightly for a while before nodding and saying, "About that!"

His good friend immediately walked over and hugged his shoulder. "Tell me, what happened?"

Cooper poured wine for everyone first. "Come, have a drink first."

Everyone's emotions seemed to be ignited by the information about becoming a millionaire, and they raised their glasses and clinked them. "Cheers!"

After taking a sip, the slightly spicy wine was just like an accelerant, making everyone's emotions rise in a straight line.

Cooper picked up a small piece of fried chicken and put it in his mouth, eating while saying, "Don't tell anyone what I tell you!"

They all nodded to show agreement. Even if their parents, wives, or children asked, they wouldn't say it.

In fact, this was completely unnecessary, but it was like a process, a ritualistic process of sharing one's secrets.

Aren't Federal people the most particular about processes?

This is a necessary link!

"First of all, let me tell you, it's been almost twenty years, and my wife and I have saved one hundred thousand dollars!"

Other colleagues' faces showed expressions of disbelief. This money was no longer what ordinary middle-class people could save, but some people's expressions were very calm.

Automotive engineers, they could be considered lower-middle-class small cadres. As long as they were willing, there were always ways to get some benefits for themselves.

For example, they were responsible for quality inspection. They could make things difficult for some parts manufacturers. When using these people's parts, they would use the reason that the product was not up to standard or unqualified to require the manufacturer to change a batch.

Even if it was just pulled back and pulled back, it was a very troublesome thing for the manufacturer. In order to avoid such troublesome things, sometimes they would provide these engineers with opportunities for extra work.

Or they could hide some car parts. After all, they were responsible for checking car parts and assembly. If they really hid some small things, ordinary people wouldn't say anything even if they found out.

This had become an industry hidden rule, including some workers themselves would hide them.

These parts could be taken out and sold to those car repair shops or modification factories. Some things could be sold for dozens of dollars, or even hundreds of dollars.

They had many ways to make money. Saving one hundred thousand sounded incredible, but it wasn't too surprising.

Looking at these good friends who were already excited, Cooper raised his hand to stop them from asking how he made this money. "Gentlemen, calm down first, because this is not important."

"What's important is that I only used two months to make one hundred thousand dollars into more than two hundred thousand, and it might become three hundred thousand, or even five hundred thousand!"

At this moment, his colleagues were stunned, and then someone asked, "Is this the reason why you scolded the supervisor in the office?!"

Cooper took a sip of wine and shrugged, spreading his hands. "Otherwise?"

"I don't need to look at his face anymore. What is he?"

"A son of a bitch who sells his ass, always targeting me!"

"Leaving him, leaving the company, I will only get better!"

"Do you know?"

"Now I don't have to do anything, and I can get at least six thousand dollars in dividends every year, and it gets more every year!"

Others who heard what he said showed shocked, unbelievable, and eager expressions.

"Fuck, Cooper, tell us what made you earn so much money, don't always keep us in suspense!"

Cooper didn't say it directly, but laughed loudly. "This is a good opportunity to make money!"

That person took a deep breath. "I'll treat you to consumption at Meishen."

Meishen was a high-end nightclub in the local area. In fact, it wasn't called Meishen, but its neon sign at the door was the Meishen in mythology, so people generally called this nightclub Meishen.

Consumption here was very expensive, at least one or two hundred dollars a night. Even these middle-class people didn't dare to go in much.

Even if they went in, they just ordered a drink to feel the atmosphere. Of course, they didn't provide drink services there anymore, unless you went into a private room, but the price would only be more outrageous!

Cooper nodded with satisfaction. "Very good, remember your words."

He paused, looked around, and saw that everyone was full of expectation. He said slowly, "Actually, I bought a stock, a stock called Hope Mining."

"I have an inside tip that in a few days, it will skyrocket!"

"This was told to me privately by a friend of mine in Deruixi. Our relationship is very strong, so I hope you don't spread this matter around, so as not to cause some bad things."

There was a suppressed excitement in the room, everyone's emotions were boiling, but their surface appeared very stable.

"The news... is it reliable?"

Someone started to smoke uncontrollably, and others also lit up one after another, including Cooper.

He nodded while smoking. "How could I possibly deceive you?"

"We have been together for almost twenty years!"

"I plan to get another sum of money from my parents and her parents, and other relatives, and invest it before next week."

"This kind of opportunity to make a lot of money, if you miss it once, you will regret it for a lifetime!"

He said it so decisively, not looking like he was lying at all, and his character for these ten or twenty years moved everyone. They all showed some thoughtful expressions and looks.

Cooper suddenly laughed twice, patted the person beside him very easily, and said very generously, "I tell you this news not to let you also invest in this stock, I just don't want any gossip to come out in the factory."

"If that son of a bitch wants to say bad things about me, at least you can help me tell those people why I left."

"Investing in stocks is a very risky thing, this is not your specialty, so I hope that if you really want to learn from me, you must also be cautious, don't invest so much."

An engineer had already drunk a bit too much. For himself, he started to get a bit high. "Fuck, Cooper, do you not want us to make money like you?"

Others looked at him, and Cooper was the same. He had a puzzled look on his face. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"We are good brothers. I tell you this news because I hope you can get something out of it, but as I said, investment has risks, you have to do psychological construction."

That person stared at Cooper for a few seconds. "I believe you, good brother."

"I have also saved more than sixty thousand dollars in these years, I will put them all in!"

"Since we want to make money, then everyone makes money together!"

Immediately, someone responded. After all, in this period, "inside news" often represented huge benefits, and the "Investor Newspaper" also often published such news.

Some people were suspected of violating the fair trading law. They leaked the inside news in advance, and then let some people make a lot of money.

So people in this period believed in inside news very much, and believed in the source and accuracy of these news.

Knowing Cooper's courage to leave and the secret to making money, the atmosphere became even better. They soon finished a bottle of wine and asked for another one.

But the price of this bottle was obviously much more expensive, but no one cared, because they were all going to become big millionaires! ===== CHAPTER 1033 =====