Chapter 859: The banner must be clear

"Mr. Lanse, I have prepared everything on my end." After Editor-in-Chief Mason received the news reported by his subordinates, he made a phone call to Lanse.

The meaning of this call was actually that Mr. Aoge could commit suicide at any time.

Whether he committed suicide or was "suicided" actually didn't matter.

In this confrontation between Lanse and the Labor Union, and in the confrontation between the probing power represented by Lanse behind the scenes and the Labor Union, they had already made preparations.

This was like... a beautiful date night; you kissed, touched each other, and now you were being honest with each other, with only one last step remaining.

This step had to be decided by Lanse.

"Well done, Editor-in-Chief Mason, I will handle it accordingly."

"If I want to do anything, I will call you first. Please keep an eye on these things during this time."

Editor-in-Chief Mason appeared very easy to talk to, laughing loudly, "This is all within my scope of work, and being able to work for you is itself something that makes me feel honored, Mr. Lanse!"

Logically speaking, Editor-in-Chief Mason could also be considered a "cultured person," having read many books and possessing deep cultivation and self-restraint; he shouldn't have said these things so bluntly.

But in this world, under the erosion of capital, even scholars, even those with cultivation and self-restraint, would still bow their heads when it was time to do so.

They were even clearer than ordinary people about when to bow their heads and how to bow their heads.

No one didn't like the feeling of being flattered. A smile appeared on Lanse's face, and his tone became lighter, "When all these messy things are over, we can get together."

"It just so happens that I'm missing a more formal meeting with the senior management of the News Group, and you should know them better than I do. We'll do it together then."

This was equivalent to a disguised proposal to push the editor-in-chief from an editor-in-chief to the management level.

The wrinkles on Editor-in-Chief Mason's face piled up several layers from smiling. Having done so much, wasn't it all for this moment?

He had won the Golden Newspaper Award, yet he still had to follow the requirements of the chairman of the newspaper's board of directors, who had only graduated from high school and hadn't even touched the Golden Newspaper Award.

Reaching his level, the upper-middle area of the middle class, he could already see some of the essence of how this world operated.

Once individual ability reached a certain level, it could no longer serve as a driving force to push him upward.

Editor-in-Chief Mason immediately replied, "I am waiting for your call at any time, Mr. Lanse!"

Lanse laughed twice more, "I will."

Saying this, he hung up the phone.

After putting down the phone, he thought for a moment and called Ms. Debbie.

When Ms. Debbie received the call, she was on vacation at home. The failure of this general strike had put great pressure on the Labor Union of the entire Liklai State.

And Ms. Debbie, a supervisor who clearly didn't stand on the side of the Labor Union, was directly put on vacation, an indefinite vacation.

Her friends in the branch and the general union had already contacted her privately. This strike seemed to have failed, but if they could win back a game in the process of holding Lanse accountable later...

... then Ms. Debbie would still have a chance to return to the office, but this time not as a supervisor, but as a deputy supervisor.

The general union was very sensitive to her "passive treatment of the strike." If it weren't for the fact that she had no problems over the years, she might have already been expelled.

If the Labor Union couldn't win back a game in the subsequent confrontation, then she would have to bear part of the responsibility and would be directly expelled.

After all, as the most effective weapon of the Labor Union, the first failure meant there had to be some people of weight to take the blame.

She was one, the local branch president was one, and there were two deputy presidents.

It was just that she was expelled, while others were suspended from work or changed to another job.

The Labor Union wanted to tell people in this way that it wasn't that the knife of the strike wasn't easy to use, but that the Liklai State branch used the wrong method, so it didn't achieve the effect.

Ms. Debbie, who was idle, actually didn't care at all that she had lost this job; she had already earned enough over the years.

Most of the enterprises in the entire Liklai State that had a relationship with the textile industry had contacted her privately. She had been a consultant for more than thirty enterprises for over ten years now.

Even if each enterprise only gave her fifty dollars a month, with more than thirty enterprises, that was fifteen hundred dollars a month, twenty thousand dollars a year, and two hundred thousand dollars in ten years.

Not to mention two hundred thousand, even twenty thousand was a lifetime for many people!

So she wasn't worried about this matter at all, and she could start her own business; she knew this industry too well and could completely start her own factory, which would also make money.

The sudden ringing of the phone made her a bit curious. When she picked it up, she realized it was a call from Lanse.

"I have something I want to talk to you about. I called your office, and they said you were on vacation for the time being."

Ms. Debbie chuckled, "More like suspended. I hope this won't affect the reason you're looking for me."

Lanse was a bit surprised, but only a bit, "No, of course not. Can you come to my office?"

"Some things can't be explained clearly on the phone."

Ms. Debbie didn't refuse, and not long after, she arrived at Lanse's office.

"Please sit."

He had his secretary bring two drinks over, then sat in his chair and asked with a smile, "I hope it's not because of me."

Ms. Debbie shook her head, "No, it's not. You don't need to feel guilty, Lanse."

"I've lived in Jincheng for many years, and I know the situation in this city very well, so this is my own choice!"

She didn't make her words very clear, but it was clear enough.

Lanse nodded slightly. The secretary outside brought two cups of coffee. Because Ms. Debbie liked Lanse's coffee last time, Lanse asked for coffee again this time.

After the door was closed, Lanse asked, "They have been very quiet recently and haven't caused me any trouble; they must be brewing something."

Ms. Debbie nodded, "I heard, just heard!"

"They still have people in their hands accusing that young man named Carl, and they intend to extradite Carl to another state for trial."

Lanse whistled, "This is very federal!"

The situation in every state of the Federation is different. In some states, theft is a misdemeanor, and one might be able to leave the court immediately after a fifty-dollar fine.

But in some states, theft is a felony, and some people have been sentenced to twenty years for theft.

How to extradite a criminal to a state favorable to him for trial and court hearing has always been one of the most skilled jobs for senior lawyers.

Hearing her say this, Lanse realized that this might truly be a challenge for Carl, but it also made it even more impossible to let Carl be caught.

He pondered for a while, "Thank you for the reminder; this is very important to me."

He picked up the stirring rod to stir his coffee, then took a small sip, "Do they still intend to ask you to go back to work?"

Ms. Debbie appeared very relaxed, "They haven't considered that, and I don't have any special desire to go back; it's the same whether I go back or not."

"To them, I might be a supervisor without a sense of responsibility, but I am responsible to myself. I am a Jincheng person first, and then a Labor Union supervisor."

She was indicating her attitude in this way to ensure that Lanse could accurately feel it.

Lanse could certainly feel it; she spoke too bluntly, but that was fine too. Sometimes being blunt helps avoid the birth of misunderstandings.

After thinking for a while, he said, "So it wouldn't be too presumptuous for me to invite you here today. I intend to give you a new job."

Ms. Debbie became interested, "Can I know what it is?"

"Of course!"

Lanse adjusted his sitting posture, "Senior Consultant and Vice President of the Labor Service Company. You have contacted many factory owners, entrepreneurs, capitalists, and many workers."

"You know how to deal with the capital side, and you also know how to deal with the labor side."

"Your experience is what we need. You know, my company is developing rapidly, and I intend to make it a much larger labor service system within this year."

"You will become one of the founders!"

Lanse was also someone who liked to draw big pictures, but also drew them very realistically.

Ms. Debbie used her own body and actions to perceive how much lethality Lanse's company had against the union and the Labor Union!

In other words, what Lanse said could really come true!

If his labor service company really became another behemoth, then a new "Labor Union" would be born. As the Vice President at this time and one of the founders, what kind of honor would she receive?

Like that Deputy President Walter?

Above millions of people?

She didn't know, but she was very interested.

She put down the coffee cup, "Thank you for thinking highly of me, Lanse, but I'm not sure if I can handle this job."

"And will my status in the Labor Union become an obstacle for me to build trust with new colleagues?"

In the situation of a head-on conflict between the Wanli Group and the Labor Union, if Ms. Debbie joined as an industry supervisor of the Labor Union, perhaps some people, a small handful of people, would be dissatisfied with him.

The Labor Union is a very large organization, so it is destined to see many things that are usually not seen here: power struggles between ordinary people, office political maneuvering.

And she is only "one." Even if she is given the position of Vice President, will it just be a nominal position?

She had to consider many things.

Regarding what she was worried about now, Lanse thought it wasn't a problem at all.

"So there is an interview you need to complete. If you can complete the interview, then I can guarantee that you will be the most suitable person for this job."

"Even... there is a chance to become the President in the future!"

Ms. Debbie's breathing accelerated slightly, and her heartbeat began to speed up. She picked up the coffee again, lowering her head to adjust her emotions.

After she took a good sip, the bitterness began to melt, and the fragrant, thick taste began to permeate, and her emotions stabilized a bit.

"What interview?"

After walking out of Lanse's office, Ms. Debbie didn't go home immediately.

She actually didn't tell the complete truth about whether she was a Jincheng person.

She wasn't a Jincheng person; in fact, she came from Manton. She was a Liklai State person, but not a local Jincheng person.

Because the textile industry in Jincheng was large in scale and the industry was focused, the textile industry office of the Labor Union was set up in Jincheng.

This made it convenient for her to connect with those enterprises and unions, while other Labor Union offices were all in Manton.

She was the only one here, and her husband and children were all in Manton.

Now, even if she wanted to find someone to discuss it with, it seemed she couldn't find anyone.

Sitting on the street for a while, she thought about it and dialed her husband's phone number.

"What sound?", she frowned, hearing some sounds that were easy to make people imagine.

She actually knew that her husband... would certainly have times when he strayed; her husband worked in the financial industry.

A crazy industry!

Either it makes everyone become a madman, or it makes everyone become depressed; the psychological pressure of working in this industry is immense, and behind those strings of numbers are not mathematical problems, but money problems.

She had heard that this industry was somewhat chaotic, but there was no helping it, as the financial industry was indeed lucrative.

In the year 1010, the federal financial industry began to move from ignorance toward a kind of maturity; major exchanges began to appear, and finance became more standardized, which also announced the arrival of the financial era.

Her husband had been in this industry for quite a long time and could be considered one of the first practitioners; now he worked for a brokerage firm, and money was like something picked up off the ground.

But the pressure was also truly great; it is said that among his batch of colleagues, more than half had already either gone to prison or jumped off a building.

The two had long lived apart in different places, so she actually knew it in her heart.

It was just that as a woman, a wife, and fifty percent of the marriage, as long as it didn't cause a scene in her face, she could pretend not to know.

From the receiver came the sound of some clothes rubbing; she was very familiar with this sound, after all, she had also been a textile worker in her earliest days.

"Darling... um... what did you just say?"

Mrs. Debbie stood there holding the receiver for a while, "No, nothing, just wanted to ask if the child is okay?"

"The child?"

"Oh, God, yes, the child, he is fine, very fine; you know I hired the best tutor, housekeeper, and maid; they can take good care of him, you can rest assured."

It could be heard that her husband still wanted to say something, but Mrs. Debbie did not give him that opportunity, "As long as he is fine, that's enough; I was just asking about this matter."

"I have other things to do, hanging up now."

She hung up the phone, stood in the phone booth for a while, and only then left that place.

Sometimes what prompts a person to make a difficult decision is not necessarily "support," but could also be "hurt."

On the other side, Mrs. Debbie's husband put down the phone; he looked down at the mischievous young girl, a similarly mischievous smile appearing on his face, "You little troublemaker, let me check and see..."

He had not taken that phone call to heart at all; ever since both husband and wife possessed their own careers and lived apart for long periods, marriage was merely a way for them to prove to people that they had fulfilled their own social responsibilities.

As for real life, who the fuck cares about that?

Mrs. Debbie walked with long strides back to the car, and subsequently drove her car back home.

She took a piece of paper and began to make phone calls one by one according to the numbers and names on it.

A little later, one after another, some people arrived at her villa; these people were all members of the textile industry, or labor unions related to the textile industry, which is to say, so-called "skilled workers" or "workers with certificates."

It could be seen that their situations were actually not very good; basically, they were all injured, some had arms broken, some had legs broken, in short, none of them were having an easy time.

Mrs. Debbie made a total of seventeen or eighteen calls, and in the end, only six people came, not even half, but it was enough.

Sometimes it is not about having a loud voice for people to listen.

These people all knew Mrs. Debbie to a greater or lesser extent; she first invited these people to sit down, and then looked at them.

"You know who I am, and you also know what kind of work I used to do."

All five people nodded, among whom one person was not very clear, but the person next to him told him.

"Actually, before this great strike, if you still remember, you should know that I once advised you not to participate in the great strike, because this is Jincheng."

"The situation here is slightly special; it is different from other places; does anyone remember?"

Among them, two people raised their hands, indicating they knew about this matter.

Mrs. Debbie continued, "I have now been relieved of my duties because I knew our great strike could not succeed; they might think I am a traitor, or perhaps they think I... caused the failure of the strike."

"They never look for reasons within themselves; they always feel that as long as someone goes on strike, they can achieve their goals."

"Gentlemen, what caused your current situation is not those refugees, not the Lansi family, but the unrealistic greed of the labor union!"

Watching this "former director of the Likaile State Textile Industry Office of the Labor Union" say such things, the only six people who came were so shocked they couldn't speak!

Among them, a middle-aged man with a broken arm couldn't help but ask, "Mrs. Debbie, I don't understand what you mean!"

The others also looked at Mrs. Debbie, wanting to know what she meant by saying these things.

Mrs. Debbie tilted her head slightly and relaxed her shoulders, "I have stated my meaning very clearly; if it weren't for the labor union's erroneous concepts and practices, you wouldn't be like this now."

"I heard that you cannot afford the hospital's medical expenses; some have mortgaged their own property for loans, and some have borrowed usury."

"How about it, is work very hard to find now?"

"Or rather, is your current situation very difficult to sustain?"

This sentence caused everyone's complexion to change, because Mrs. Debbie was right.

They had basically all borrowed usury, of course not the kind from casinos, but relatively normal usury.

It is worth mentioning that, in fact, the interest rates of some usury aimed at ordinary people in the federation are not much higher than bank loans, and the further south you go, the more this is the case.

Sometimes these financial companies can even be called philanthropists!

But no matter how philanthropic they are, this money is not so easy to pay back.

(End of chapter)