Chapter 267: Gunshots on the Docks

Before coming, the Labor Federation side didn't hold any hope for the watchability of this competitive assembly. After all, what kind of eye-catching technical competition could dock workers have?

It was just that Sikaote proposed this idea first, so they came over to take a look at the situation.

When discussing internally in the Labor Federation, some people thought that welders and fitters should be concentrated together.

The technical competition of these technical types of work is more worth watching and more exciting. Of course, there are also welders and the like on the docks.

However, the number of this part is very small, and it was not included in the ranks of competition.

As the Vice President of the State Labor Federation, as well as the Commissioner representative of the General Union, the President of the State General Union, and others successively came out of the car, it was finally Lanse's turn.

The three people who had already got off the car felt the enthusiastic welcome. Everyone was in a good mood, and they also stood on the podium and looked at the fourth car.

When the host, whom Woen and others didn't know where to find, began to report the welcoming speech, more enthusiastic applause, whistling, and other sounds rang out on the docks!

The Vice President of the State Labor Federation narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Lanse who came out of the car, asking curiously, "Is this person very rich?"

"I see everyone seems to welcome him very much."

People from the State Union knew a little more. "He sponsored a lot of money, and the local club is also operated by him, so the workers on the docks all like him quite a bit."

The Vice President of the Labor Federation was a bit puzzled. "Did you require him to operate it?"

Clubs and the like in various industries are difficult to sustain. On one hand, it is the problem of funds and energy. For the working class in this era and this period.

They actually don't have so many unrealistic demands. Their only demand is to have good food, especially meat, and then be able to eat their fill.

But even this point is very difficult to satisfy them.

As for being able to drink a glass of something after filling their stomachs, that is all a fantasy. Selling alcohol in this day and age is illegal. Those unions wouldn't do this... perhaps some unions would do it, but most unions wouldn't touch it.

The operation of the club is very difficult. If you give the benefits to the working class, then the club will definitely lose money.

As a non-profit organization, the union has only a few ways to get money, which cannot support their consumption in the club.

So the workers' club that was still booming in previous years suddenly encountered cold reception. In some places and some industries, they even stopped operating directly.

The only ones operating well are those industries that are currently popular, such as automobile production enterprises, power enterprises, etc.

But if the club is to be handed over to others to operate, the purpose of those capitalists operating is to make money, then the club will not only fail to provide the working class with leisure and relaxation, and the role of exchanging experience and insights, but will instead become a big trouble.

They would rather close it and not open it than transfer it out.

So the Vice President of the Labor Federation was very curious.

The President of the State Union explained. "He requested to operate it himself, and I heard that he loses thousands of dollars every month."

The Vice President of the Labor Federation revealed some surprise. "Losing so much?"

"Then why does he still want to continue doing it?"

The President of the State Union revealed an expression of evaluating a fool on his face, but he didn't really treat Lanse as a fool. "He said that as long as he loses enough, no one can snatch this matter from his hands!"

The Vice President of the Labor Federation was stunned for a moment, and when looking at Lanse again, his eyes had already widened quite a bit.

He understood Lanse's meaning. Whether it makes money or not is not important. These people who support him are the most important!

People all around were applauding, and he also began to raise his hands and clap lightly. "A bit interesting."

Lanse walked to the podium, shook hands with the three separately, and found his position.

Next was President Sikaote, Xinke, and some others.

Today, quite a few people from the Labor Federation came. Lanse also saw Ms. Daibi, and he also took the initiative to greet the other party, but Ms. Daibi didn't have the qualification to sit on the podium.

She was only responsible for the contact and work arrangement of skilled workers in one category, and had nothing to do with dock workers.

After a series of warm-up speeches ended, Sikaote began to talk about the significance and purpose of holding this activity. He proposed that "technology" is not non-concrete.

When people use a standardized method to evaluate the technical ability a person possesses, technology is embodied.

He believes that this grand event will be a grand event that changes the pattern of the working class. The Vice President of the Labor Federation also believed in the subsequent address that this grand event had a far-reaching and significant impact on the entire working class!

In the flying colorful ribbons, a large amount of things used to test technology were sent to the square.

Saying it is a square, it is actually a piece of open space.

The first to come up was the screw worker. This is the most common on the docks, and everyone is unconvinced by each other.

Today, this activity was hosted by Woen himself. He also wanted to show his face in front of peers from all walks of life, to prepare for succeeding Sikaote.

"... Every screw here has been soaked in seawater for a period of time in advance. After our testing, they have all 'rusted to death'."

"Now we need the participating contestants to use the common tools at your side in the shortest time to separate the screw and the nut."

They are all very ordinary tools: wrenches, crowbars, and some other things.

The screws they need to untie are as big as an adult's open palm. The red iron rust makes people already able to feel its simplicity.

As the timing began, the workers immediately began to think of ways to fiddle with the screws in front of them.

On the podium, President Sikaote also began to introduce the situation to the Vice President of the Labor Federation and others. Screws rusting to death often happens on the docks.

The corrosiveness by the seaside is very strong, and the anti-corrosion paint is not very easy to use, so it will still often appear in a rusted-to-death situation, so this tests the screw workers' technology and means when hitting screws.

Watching them use various methods to slowly untie the screws, the people around also began to applaud.

Woen gave them scores and changed to the next batch. Finally, the person with the highest score will become the champion.

Besides untying screws, there are also many items, such as—

"Faster finishing wiping the deck..."

"Skilled in using eighteen methods to tie knots..."

"Finding the one that is no longer suitable for continued use among a pile of parts and picking it out..."

One can see that these technologies are indeed very common, but... it also makes people feel a bit not elegant, but watching everyone's eyes full of interest, Lanse can only pretend it is very wonderful.

It took more than an hour to compete for the first place. When the Vice President of the Labor Federation presented the "Work Expert" medal and certificate, as well as five hundred dollars to the winner, the entire dock seemed to fall into a strange climax!

It turns out that when being a worker, there is also... a moment of being able to stand in the middle of the stage!

At this time, many workers secretly swore that next time, they would also stand there and get five hundred dollars in prize money from others!

The entire process went very smoothly, but it couldn't be solved in one day. Lanse sat for most of the day, and it didn't reach him.

There are more than ten thousand workers, and many people signed up more than once. Although there had been a simple screening before, there were still too many people, and there were many items.

People's attention was all focused on these interesting competitions, and they didn't notice that at a distance of about one kilometer from the port, several cars were speeding on the road.

The car in the front looked broken. A pedestrian on the roadside looked at the owner of that car worth several thousand dollars not cherishing it with some doubt, fantasizing that if this car were his own, he would cherish this car so much.

In the three cars following closely behind, some gunmen holding handguns suddenly poked out, and they shot at the car in front with a crackle!

The storefront window on the roadside was suddenly hit by a ricochet, shattering all over the ground, or sparks appeared on the ground for no reason.

After a brief distraction, the people around immediately screamed and hid everywhere!

Gang fight!

This might be the most common thing in the Port District recently. The car in front kept shaking and changing its trajectory to avoid the shooting from behind.

Bill gasped for breath. His hands were trembling, and he couldn't even complete the action of changing the magazine!

He looked at the handgun magazine that he couldn't aim at or insert no matter what. After cursing "fuck" several times, he suddenly began to slap the handgun violently with his hand.

I don't know if the Goddess of Luck hadn't abandoned him yet. Actually, in his manic movements, the magazine clicked and topped in!

He was stunned for a moment, grabbed the gun, turned around, and began to pull the trigger at the car behind.

The three cars that were about to catch up with him suddenly slowed down and were thrown off a distance. No one was willing to get too close and be hit.

The four cars kept swinging back and forth on the road, and the constantly ringing gunshots also made the street full of screams!

Their speed of chasing and fleeing was very fast. In a short while, perhaps... twenty or thirty seconds, they had already approached the port.

People on the docks were still cheering for the skill competition and didn't notice these at all.

"Go, go to the docks!", Bill, who had shrunk back again, was now a bit calmer. He let the driver drive to the docks.

If he continued to drive along this highway, he would sooner or later be killed by these people. He could only use the terrain advantage first to see if there was a chance to shake them off.

Besides this, Bill also had an idea. If he abandoned the car and fled at the docks, the docks were so big, and there were so many places to hide people. It was definitely safer than running to the end on one road on the road!

He could already feel that the other party's car was getting closer and closer to him!

The driver slammed the steering wheel, crossed the road, and drove towards the docks.

When approaching the docks, Bill actually discovered that there were police, which made him breathe a great sigh of relief. But those people behind seemed not to care about the police at all, and continued to chase them and fight!

The two police cars and four police officers parked on the roadside looked at each other, and finally, they decided to request support.

The gunshots on the docks finally alarmed the skill competition that was being held!

There was clearly some commotion at the scene. Lanse got up and walked under the podium, giving Halamu a look, and the latter immediately took people away.

President Sikaote also reacted and hurriedly explained, "The public security in Jincheng recently is a bit bad. Please rest assured, this definitely has nothing to do with us. I will handle everything well!"

He also hurriedly left the podium and walked towards the outside.

If there was anyone who was most angry at this moment, it must be President Sikaote!

This relates to whether he can enter the General Union!

These damn gangs! ===== CHAPTER 268 =====