Chapter 360: 361. Chapter 357: Who is Striking and the Explosion

361. Chapter 357: Who is Striking and the Explosion

In a low building not far from the dock, an old man who looked thin looked at the two "young people" who were much younger than him and asked, "Who is that person?"

"He seems to have a certain prestige at the dock. I don't remember such a person in the company or at the dock. His appearance obviously exceeded my cognition."

A subordinate said softly, "That person is called Lansi, he is a... uh, gang leader."

"Gang!" The old man curled his lips. "I don't like gangs. They always make things worse or more complicated."

"But sometimes you have to deal with these people."

He paused. "See if there are any friends who know him, maybe we can use him."

The young man nodded and agreed. "What about the manager?"

The old man frowned slightly. "He still has a day and a half. We said we would give him three days, so we will give him three days."

At this time, someone walked in from the outside, also a middle-aged man. He looked somewhat similar to the old man.

He was about forty years old, dressed very exquisitely, wearing a platinum watch, decorated with emeralds to embellish the time.

If the watch is placed in the sun, it can reflect a fascinating luster.

Such a watch costs tens of thousands, which is not cheap!

He walked in and sat on the chair next to the old man. "He won't necessarily be obedient."

This middle-aged man with brown hair sat down, picked up a glass of wine, and took a sip. "He doesn't look like an obedient person, and I heard that he is a bit different from ordinary gang leaders."

The old man pursed his lips and smiled very reservedly. "There is no one who is different from others. If there is, it is only because you haven't discovered their demands, that's all!"

"I have always believed in this point. As long as you can find what he wants and prove that you can give it to him, you are their friend."

The middle-aged man had no intention of arguing with the old man. He talked about another thing. "Firing the manager is very likely not to calm this strike. I have always believed that the only way to end the strike is to raise wages."

He turned to look at the old man, his face a bit confused. "I have always not understood this point. We all know that we will inevitably compromise, why not now?"

Everyone knows this point, or rather, the vast majority of strikes aimed at raising wages are ultimately successful.

Since this matter is destined to succeed, why not promise them immediately and let them return to their posts?

This way, the order of the dock will not have problems, and he doesn't need to run between different dock companies every day, instead of between different women.

The middle-aged man didn't quite understand and felt irritable about the things in the past few days.

The old man raised his hand. The two young people in the room bowed and left the room, and closed the door.

After the door was closed tightly, he called the middle-aged man's name. "Edward!"

The old man's face did not have the anger or dissatisfaction that the workers imagined, nor any emotional expression.

His eyes didn't have much fluctuation, as if this matter hadn't happened in his view. "Sometimes you have to understand that a strike is not entirely a bad thing for us."

He leaned on the back of the chair, looking at the ceiling. "This is the distance between me and you, and between you and them."

"Don't you always ask why I don't let you enter the board of directors?"

"Look, everyone can see this matter clearly, but you still don't understand."

"It took me half a lifetime to figure this out, and you, it seems, might need longer."

Edward was a bit unconvinced. This old man was his father. He considered himself a very smart person. At least he could graduate smoothly from a prestigious university and operate a trading company himself, making a lot of money.

Of course, his father also donated a lot of money.

Seeing his son was not convinced, but thinking that this was born by himself, and also the only one among several in the family who could inherit the family business, he had a headache.

He explained, "Why do you think so many people are striking at the dock, but the board of directors is not anxious at all?"

Edward thought seriously for a while. He really thought seriously!

"Do you have any way to solve it?"

The old man's originally expectant eyes suddenly calmed down again.

He shook his head. "You should spend more time on learning, instead of playing dirty games with those women."

He paused. "Everyone, look, even you know how this matter will end, but why don't we do that?"

"That's because we are also waiting. We are actually also striking. We are waiting for those enterprises at the dock to finally be unable to endure it, so we can talk to them about the price increase."

Edward was like... his brain was chiseled with a chisel, and the sunlight shone in, completely transparent!

"Holy crab!" He shuddered, just like the last time. "I seem to have figured it out!"

He took out a cigarette. "Maybe I will never reach your height in my life, Father."

The old man smiled. "At least you can understand, instead of letting me tell you bit by bit. This is your growth."

"In fact, everything is not difficult, Edward. Workers are pursuing their interests, and we also have our interests. This is not contradictory!"

This is the third day of the strike. In fact, except for letting the manager who clearly couldn't do it go to appease the strike, it seems they are indeed trying hard to calm the strike, but they actually have no other moves.

Don't care, don't ask, it seems to be their attitude. Why?

In fact, the reason is very simple, because they also saw the benefits from the strike, saw more profits!

The dock has not increased various management fees for more than a year. The economy has not been particularly prosperous in the past two years.

Those of them who can get first-hand dock data can discover this point through reports and statistics, so when talking about price increases, those enterprises are very resistant.

But now, the workers are on strike, and the enterprises are starting to get anxious. They are anxious to ship or unload!

Otherwise, the daily expenses are likely to result in liquidated damages, which will make them go bankrupt!

They can't solve those workers. The only ones who can make the workers compromise are the dock management company.

The condition for workers to be willing to return to their posts is to raise wages. The condition for the board of directors of the dock management company to be willing to compromise with workers is that various management fees and other expenses rise again!

Even if it ends as Edward said, the company compromised and let the workers' wages rise, but it will definitely not be because the company couldn't stand it!

It is those enterprises that couldn't stand it, it is the factories that need the New Jincheng dock as a springboard for trade that couldn't stand it!

They have to compromise first, and then the company gets the benefits they want, and then they will compromise with the workers.

So it looks like the company suffered a loss, but in fact, the company can get profits from this strike event that exceed the part of the wages paid to the workers every year!

They pay workers an extra thirty thousand in wages, so they can strip one million or even two million in profits from large and small enterprises!

The more the workers make trouble now, the happier the board of directors of the dock management company is. Of course, they can't show it.

After all, everyone is watching. Perhaps this is the last decency of the capitalist world—I want to eat you, but I pretend that you sent yourself into my mouth, not that I put you on the dining table!

Edward's silence gave the old man some comfort. At least this fool was still thinking, still growing, and they still had some time to let him become more mature!

After four o'clock in the afternoon, suddenly a violent explosion shook the entire city. Many people looked in the direction of the explosion.

Lansi, who was in the office, also walked to the window.

The entire city was quiet for a moment.

"It seems to be the explosion in the Starlight District?" Elvin was a bit uncertain, but the sound indeed came from there.

The city is becoming more and more chaotic, even explosives are used. These people are really fucking crazy!

Lansi is a bit worried. The current chaos is obviously a bit wrong. Whether it is the Wolf Gang or this explosion, they are concentrated in these two days.

And these forces behind them all point to the mayor.

It is said that the mayor has not woken up yet, so it is impossible for him to issue orders personally. So what is going on with these things, no one knows!

But in any case, at this time, having a few tall people blocking in front will definitely be better.

Lansi walked to the desk and dialed Alberto's phone. He has a bar in the Starlight District, and there are more people from the Pasleto family there.

No one answered the phone, which gave Lansi a somewhat bad feeling.

He called Burton and asked him to find out what happened.

Not long after, Burton fed back a piece of news.

The explosion sound did not come from the Starlight District, but from the further Sumuli District.

People from the Cassia family attacked the Pasleto family's manor in the afternoon. They sent a car of explosives in and successfully detonated them.

Paul's house was blown down by one-third. Casualties are unknown, and the loss is heavy!

It is said that Paul was injured.

"These people are completely crazy. How dare they use such powerful explosives in the city?" The people in the room were all shocked, except for Hiram.

He was planning to ask the gunsmith if he could get some explosives, otherwise, it would be too disadvantageous if only the enemy had explosives and they didn't!

Although fragmentation grenades are also good, compared to real high-power explosives, they are still a bit lacking!

It is best to be the kind of explosives that often appear in movies, many bundled together, and then lit and thrown out...

Lansi didn't notice Hiram's expression change. Even if he noticed, he probably wouldn't think of what bad ideas he was thinking!

He was completely shocked by this news and didn't know what to say. "Everyone pay attention these two days, distribute all the weapons, and everyone carries a gun."

"If you encounter danger, fight back immediately. Life is extremely precious, and there is only one time."

"Between others dying and you dying, I hope you can let others die faster."

He paused. "Put the money separately, it's not safe to put it together."

Elvin nodded and didn't speak.

Now the money is basically placed in the cellar at home. If they come over like crazy and throw bombs, this money might be finished.

Even if it is not blown up or burned, if the cellar collapses, it will take some time to dig it out.

"Besides, during this period, we should not live in a fixed place. We should change places more and try to keep it secret."

He sighed, this terrible situation!

Later in the evening, he called the Pasleto manor directly. This time the phone was connected.

"I'm looking for Alberto, I'm Lansi."

The person who answered the phone had heard Lansi's name. "Wait a moment, let me see if he is free now."

After waiting for about four or five minutes, Lansi doubted whether he hadn't found Alberto, when the phone was picked up. "A terrible day, Lansi!"

Hearing his complaining voice, Lansi let out a sigh of relief. "I was almost ready to have someone make me a black suit!"

"Your plan has failed. I have to say that at least within thirty years, you won't need to prepare this for me!"

He said, changing the subject. "You must have heard the explosion too."

"Yes, that's right, it gave me a fright."

Alberto seemed to have a strong desire to confide. "They are a group of lunatics. Someone drove a car in, and the car was full of explosives..."

He still breaks into a cold sweat when he recalls it now!

People from the Cassia family attacked them directly. Both sides exchanged fire inside and outside the manor. Suddenly, several of their cars rushed in.

During the fierce exchange of fire, no one dared to raise their heads, but some people still killed the drivers of several of the cars.

The windshield of one car was covered with an iron plate. It rushed directly into the entrance of the building and then detonated the bomb.

Suicide attack, the huge explosion blew down all the houses in that row at the entrance, killing many people!

"Paul is discussing how to retaliate. Honestly, this time... we suffered heavy losses."

Contrary to what was publicized to the outside world, Alberto told the truth.

At that time, they were exchanging fire with people from the Cassia family, so most people were in the courtyard and the first half of the manor building, using windows as cover for shooting.

This explosion killed more than a hundred of their people, and they were the backbone of the family, including some elite gunmen!

Paul is trying to find a way to transfer people from Sumuli Island, but the situation is not optimistic.

"What about you, are you injured?"

Alberto's voice was not so heavy. "Injured, took a shot, but it was a graze. Instead, several of my men died."

He was silent for a while. "Don't comfort me, I am proud of them!"

Perhaps this is the fate of gang members. They can enjoy many things that ordinary people can't enjoy in their lifetime.

Fine wine, delicious food, beauties, and money, status, people's fear.

But they also need to take responsibility for this.

It's fine when they don't need to pay, but once they need to pay, what they pay is often their lives!

The people under Alberto were actually all relatives of his. He was actually very sad.

But there is no way, this is the life of a gang.

There will always be someone who leaves a step earlier than others, either him or you.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Lansi asked.

Alberto helped him a lot, and he promised that no matter what, as long as Alberto spoke, he would definitely help Alberto.

Alberto considered for a while and refused. "Your people are too few to play any role in the battle, and this time it is really dangerous."

"In case... I shouldn't say this, in case Paul or someone... you know, this is our fate."

"At that time, I, or Fordis, or others, might need your help. Don't refuse."

Lansi agreed.

Alberto had a somewhat bad premonition. The intensity of this attack was so high, and even the agreement of the five major families not to use high-power explosives was used. This was definitely not their reckless decision.

They have a purpose, because they can use explosives, the Pasleto family can use them, so there must be a purpose behind this.

"Someone is calling me over there, I won't talk to you anymore. When I have time, I will call you." Alberto took the initiative to end the call and said goodbye to Lansi.

He came to another room with a sullen face. Paul was sitting here, and the remaining backbone of the family were all here.

He found an edge and stood against the wall.

In the family, he can be considered a cadre, but not a senior cadre. After all, he is not fully involved in the core industry of the family, nor is he a core member in the true sense.

Core members are all Paul's immediate relatives, not the kind of relatives several bends away.

"The island refused to send people over. Their situation is also very tense now. They have already started a war and can't spare us."

"So this time we have to carry it ourselves."

He took a puff of his cigarette, looking very disheveled. The bomb almost affected him. "It was they who didn't follow the rules first, so we have no worries."

"Get some explosives and give them some color to see."

"But this operation is very dangerous. You can decide whether to go or not. I hope you think about it, don't raise your hand and then be afraid."

Dropping bombs on the Cassia family is indeed not an easy thing. If you don't do it well, you won't be able to come back.

The first person to raise his hand, Alberto knew the guy. The guy's brother was blown to death, and only half of his body was found.

His eyes were full of hatred. "I'll go!"

Paul nodded. "Still need a few more."

Others raised their hands one after another. Alberto hesitated for a long time and also raised his hand.

Paul looked at him with some confusion, but didn't say anything. "Good, the last person is enough. Others go back to deal with the things in your hands, and those who signed up stay."

Alberto walked toward that side. He was thinking about things, and suddenly he was bumped by someone.

He looked back at the person who bumped him, and that person also stopped and looked at him.

"Dover, you bumped into me."

Christopher's face was pale, and his lips had no blood color, just like he had his period for a month. "Sorry, I didn't notice you."

Seeing him apologize, Alberto shook his head and didn't care anymore. Paul was still waiting for him. ===== CHAPTER 361 =====