Chapter 846: Strike and conflict

In the following few days, the connection among worker groups became more frequent. Many factory workers who were not actually in contact started to connect spontaneously to expand the scale of the strike.

The way the Labor Federation lobbied them was very simple.

The industry Lanse targeted this time didn't include the industry they were in, but that didn't mean next time, their employers wouldn't contact Lanse to get cheaper labor from him and abandon them.

By the 14th, some small factories in the whole of Jincheng had started to have strikes, and a large number of reporters started to work.

They could fully feel the tense atmosphere in Jincheng at this time. Everyone was full of anticipation and became excited.

The production of many factories had stagnated. Tomorrow is the big strike. Many workers could no longer concentrate on production. They always messed up a certain process or broke the products in their hands.

Factory owners had to stop the assembly line.

The only ones still producing normally were those factories that signed labor support contracts with Lanse. They were not affected by the big strike at all, and the union couldn't even get in.

Lanse not only provided them with workers but also provided "security" services. Those security guards holding rubber sticks were not for show; they would really make a move to drive away people who wanted to enter the factory area at will.

Carl was also ready at this time. He seemed a bit excited because tomorrow is a good opportunity for him to show his value.

In front of him, more than twenty small leaders under him were gathered together, carefully listening to his arrangements for the next work.

He stood, these people sat. He waved the steel pipe in his hand, telling them how to treat those rogue workers who went on strike, how to treat those unemployed people who made trouble.

The fierce expression on his face from time to time, and the wanton smile from time to time, were like mysterious power eroding the hearts of these young people in front of him!

Letting them also become fierce, also become wanton, also become dangerous!

For these young people, Carl is the achiever of the living Federal Dream. Following Carl is absolutely not wrong.

Lanse is talking to Chief Bulu and Deputy Chief Du Ke about tomorrow's arrangements.

"When the strike and protest activity starts, you must spread people to several important areas, fill them up."

"Don't leave too many people at the police station. I will send people to support your police law enforcement. Don't worry about this."

"After the protest activity starts, don't make a move against them first. Even if they provoke you, don't make a move."

"There are many reporters filming at the scene. If you make a move first, the huge public opinion pressure will press down, and even Mayor Williams might not be able to carry it."

"Let the police officers wear helmets and shields, form a human wall, don't face the protesting workers alone."

"Then wait, wait for Carl's people to rush out."

Chief Bulu and Deputy Chief Du Ke know Carl. After Carl defected to Lanse, he must have gained the loyalty of these people. They have also simply contacted him, knowing there is such a person, and knowing what he is doing now.

Although the things he does will make some people who can eat their fill, wear warm clothes, and have moral cleanliness feel disdain, Carl's reputation in the refugee group is still quite good.

He hasn't done any bad things, instead being able to help some people eat their fill.

If a person is in a society that is targeted, sometimes even if they let go, don't want dignity and want to take off clothes to make money, there might not be an opportunity, a place for you to take off!

But Carl gave many people some opportunities to live, and he himself also recruited some people, and helped Lanse recruit some workers who are easy to manage, so his fame is actually quite good, not at all like what people outside imagine.

Those who don't understand the refugee group think refugees will hate Carl very much, but in reality, their feeling toward Carl is still quite good.

After the two understood what he said, Lanse continued, "Once they conflict with the protesting crowd, you go up."

"Don't care about Carl's people, go for those workers who lead the strike, don't worry about public opinion, and don't consider what the reporters have to say, just use sticks to greet their heads."

"Beat them down, then handcuff them and catch them, throw them aside first, and then continue to impact the protest crowd."

"Don't catch Carl's people, let them continue to create chaos, so you can stop the whole protest activity, understand?"

Lanse took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, "There are quite a few media here this time. After the matter ends, it will definitely be in various newspapers. At that time, it is inevitable that there will be some public opinion storms in society."

"You choose two or three branch chiefs to take responsibility, tell them not to panic, my company will accept them."

"In this action, anyone who is injured, or if other accidents happen, all the expenses generated, I will solve!"

"Legal problems are also left to me. You only need to act according to my plan, understand?"

Both chiefs nodded one after another, "Understood!"

Chief Bulu also asked, "Mr. Lanse, is it okay for me to come to work for you?"

Lanse looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile, pointing at him with the finger holding the cigarette, "Messing around!"

Saying this, he laughed, and Chief Bulu and Deputy Chief Du Ke also laughed.

The matter has been arranged, including the fire department, which is already ready.

Once the crowd is out of control, they will serve them with water cannons.

All day, the whole city spent it in a strange anticipation.

The next morning, Lanse got up more than ten minutes earlier than usual.

He actually sleeps very well, inheriting the sleep ability of another world. As long as he lies on the bed, he will inevitably fall into a deep sleep within five minutes, and when he opens his eyes again, it will be the next day.

Sleep has quality, and time is very stable, but getting up early today shows that he is still paying attention in his heart.

After 7:40, he had already arrived at the restaurant. There were already some people in the room.

Everyone's expression was quite serious. Lanse said this was just a small matter, but they also knew that this matter was actually not that "small."

This can actually be seen as a "challenge" to the Lanse family.

Past challenges were the same, coming from the challenge of the underground world. They defeated these challengers, or defeated those gatekeepers.

Now, the challenges and difficulties are not coming from the underground world, but from the official, under the sun, and the situation faced will also be more complex.

Lanse walked to the sofa, someone gave him a seat, and he sat down.

"In the future, we will face many similar situations. Our enemies will change from gangs to capitalists, and even to politicians."

"Some things we could do in the past, some means we could use, will be suppressed."

"For example, this time!"

Someone sent him cigarettes and matches. He took them, lit them, and squinted his eyes to take a puff, "If it were in the past, we would directly let people beat them down. If that didn't work, we would tie them up with heavy objects and throw them into the sea."

"Killing one isn't enough, then kill two. Whoever dares to lead, then do whoever. We can always press the stop key for them."

"But this time it won't work. There are too many people watching us. As long as we make a move, very soon public opinion will drown us, so we simply don't have the opportunity to make a move."

"There will be many such situations in the future, so you need to prepare some psychological preparation. We don't necessarily win every time, but the one who wins in the end is definitely us!"

He said, patting the shoulder of the person beside him, "Alright, eat breakfast!"

"Later, we have to pick a good position and watch how this performance proceeds!"

At this time, the protest crowd outside has started to gather. A large number of workers wearing their work clothes and holding various slogan boards walked onto the street.

A large number of reporters on the side of the road started to press the shutter crazily, and the flashlights rang out one after another, bursting out clusters of fire!

The flashes of these flashlights were like blowing the horn of attack. The striking workers started to protest according to their route.

They have two relatively important places. One is outside the City Hall; they want to use these people to increase pressure on the mayor.

And the final destination is outside Lanse's labor agency.

On the scene, besides these protesting public, there are many ordinary citizens watching the fun. Federal people like to watch the fun. Of course, watching the fun is also human nature, which also made the momentum of the whole strike and protest activity even bigger!

A reporter from the *Federal Post* was looking for a suitable angle to take pictures while smoking.

He didn't come alone. The *Federal Post* arranged a reporter group, a total of six reporters.

They will witness this big protest from different angles and different positions.

This reporter, besides himself and his colleagues, also had two apprentices beside him.

It's not a simple matter to make some achievements in the reporter's job.

Every year, so many reporters enter the industry; how many people can really get the "Golden Newspaper Award"?

This reporter won the Golden Newspaper Award once and is qualified to bring apprentices.

"These strike and protest activities have great momentum. The Labor Federation is absolutely an expert at doing this!", the reporter said casually while looking for the timing to snap a picture.

One of the two apprentices behind him who were carrying bags and some consumables couldn't help but ask, "You don't like these people?"

The reporter looked back at the two apprentices, and then his gaze returned to the protest group, "You like them?"

"Like them for what?"

When he spoke, the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth shook. The fallen ash still had some temperature. The moment it fell on his hand, he shook.

The flashlight lit up with a bang, and he couldn't help but curse, then reloaded some magnesium powder.

Subsequently, he looked up at the sky. It rained last night, and the ground was wet. I don't know if it will clear up later.

Now the sky is still a bit gloomy. If it doesn't clear up, he will have to use flashlights all day.

Subsequently, he focused on finding the timing to snap a picture while saying, "These people have nothing worth us liking."

"Look, they destroyed production, affected people's normal lives, and used a wrong method to express their demands."

"If they succeed in this strike and protest, they will rely more on this method. Next time they encounter problems, as long as they are not satisfied, they will continue to strike, protest, and protest."

"If everyone learns from them, what will this society become?"

One of his apprentices fell into thought, but the other refuted, "But they are the working class. Their interests represent the interests of the broad masses of the bottom layer!"

"Supporting them is equivalent to supporting ourselves!"

The reporter looked back at the person who spoke again, "With so many strikes and protests in the Federation every year, has your salary increased, or has your welfare treatment become better?"

He shook his head, "We have never been them, and they cannot represent us."

The little apprentice was still a bit unwilling, but the reporter was too lazy to talk to him more and made a decision: find something for him to do when he goes back, and kick him out when he doesn't do it well.

The money reporters eat comes from capitalists, not these poor people. Poor people are just a means for them to expand their influence, not their gold master.

In reality, reporters and politicians have some common characteristics. Their work makes them have to please the broad bottom-layer public, but the ones who can provide them with wealth are their enemies and the enemies of those bottom-layer public.

This is very funny, but also very real.

Another little apprentice asked, "Do you think this protest can achieve the results they want?"

The reporter thought for a while, "Don't know. Their target this time is not so easy to provoke."

Another apprentice waved his fist firmly, "They will definitely win!"

At 11:00 noon, a large number of striking workers had stayed outside the City Hall for a while. They waved their fists and shouted unified slogans, wanting to expel those illegal immigrants and refugees, and seeking their legitimate interests not to be infringed.

Mayor Williams stood in his office with a calm face, watching everything happening here, but without the slightest thought of going out to say something.

Every time such a thing happens, no matter what the mayor says, it is wrong.

If you say words to appease them, it is equivalent to offending the capitalists.

If you say words to let them calm down and solve it through communication, it is equivalent to offending these people who are protesting.

So just don't show up, don't say anything, and wait for them to disperse themselves.

After persisting outside the City Hall for half an hour, some trucks appeared on the street. These trucks were also arranged by the Labor Federation. On the trucks were food boxes, containing their lunch.

Everyone also received a bottle of soda. From the advertisement on the truck, it could be seen that the soda supplier not only gave away a lot of soda for free but also paid an extra sum of money.

The *Post* reporter took a picture of this scene for the first time. He felt this photo had a lot of lens language.

Between labor and capital, there is not only conflict but also a harmonious scene.

The people on strike were eating rice with chicken nuggets while drinking soda and chatting about today's strike and protest activity.

Everyone was very excited. They once again proved with actual actions that the power of the united working people is invincible!

Reporters also gathered together to eat, but it could be seen that these reporters were no longer as excited as they were in the morning.

"Didn't they say there would be conflict?"

"Why is everyone so restrained?"

Another *Post* reporter gathered with his colleagues. The reporter who brought two apprentices also frowned, while swallowing the dry bread with butter he brought, saying vaguely, "Maybe wait until the afternoon or tomorrow or the day after?"

"I learned from the City Hall side that the strike will continue until the Wanli Group agrees to their demands."

"The longer the strike lasts, the greater the pressure the Wanli Group will bear. Within a few days at most, conflict will definitely break out, just don't know when."

Other reporters also agreed with his view. One of the reporters exclaimed, "This Wanli Group is really... reckless. They actually confront the Labor Federation head-on. I don't know what to say."

"Once the Workers' Party is established and gains a certain political status, the Wanli Group's days will be very difficult!"

When a political group starts targeting a capital group, targeting it at all costs, then clearly, this capital group will also be very uncomfortable.

The Wanli Group is not a capital group in the strict sense yet. Their anti-risk ability is lower.

Reporters were all saying their own views, but everyone's interest was generally not as high as in the morning.

At noon, everyone hurriedly filled their stomachs. After resting for half an hour, the protest started again. A large number of people moved from the Imperial District to the Port District, constantly shouting slogans.

A little after 2:00 PM, this group of people finally arrived at the street where the labor agency was located.

At this time, there were still quite a few people on the street. They were looking for work at the company door, and they also noticed these people.

Reporters finally gained some interest. Seeing those refugees or illegal immigrants gathered together looking for work, they vaguely realized that perhaps the conflict would break out here!

Some leaders at the front of the protest crowd started pushing those refugees and illegal immigrants, and the smell of gunpowder between the two sides started to increase.

Just at the moment when a refugee worker was pushed down, many guys holding sticks suddenly rushed out from nowhere.

They were wearing not-so-clean clothes, and their skin color was slightly darker. They looked like they had been malnourished for a long time, making people see their refugee status at a glance!

These refugees held wooden sticks and steel pipes in their hands and started to attack the protest crowd crazily. Those reporters and onlookers became excited in an instant. The flashlights that had been quiet for several hours shone on the world again!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 847 =====

Some of the leaders at the very front of the parade began to shove the refugees and illegal immigrants, and the tension between the two sides began to rise.

Just as a refugee worker was pushed to the ground, many guys holding clubs suddenly rushed out from the surroundings, though no one knew where they had come from.

They were wearing unclean clothes and had slightly darker skin, looking like they had suffered from long-term malnutrition, making it obvious to everyone at a glance that they were refugees!

These refugees held wooden sticks and steel pipes, beginning to attack the parade frantically. The reporters and onlookers became excited in an instant, and the camera flashes, which had been quiet for several hours, shone upon the world once again!

(End of chapter)