"Hey! Hey!"

As night fell, a man's cry came from the coal mine area: "Call all the brothers under the mine to come up!"

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As the bell rang, the workers working in the mine exited the mine one after another. After taking off the wicks in their mouths, they wiped the soot from their faces and looked at the man standing at the top in confusion.

Swann was among them. He stayed at the back of the crowd. Like everyone else, he didn't understand what was happening and looked at the man curiously.

Because the light was dim, I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but his voice sounded very familiar.

"Brothers!"

The man standing high up took the tin trumpet and shouted: "The strike has begun! Stop working! Go home!"

As soon as the sound came out, the workers immediately started making noise: "Are we going to strike again?"

"How many days has it been since the last strike?"

"Why is the strike happening this time?"

The man at the top gave them the reply: "The one who initiated the strike is the Fourth Prince! Please rest assured! The Fourth Prince will not harm you! Just obey the order!"

The last strike was spontaneously initiated by the workers. Although Arthur's contribution was part of the strike, overall personal will was higher.

This strike was purely an order from Arthur. As leader of the Labor Party, he issued a strike order, which meant that the strike began to be organized.

Hearing Arthur's name, the workers no longer hesitated, said hello, put down their tools and left the mining area. The supervisor wanted to run out and stop him, but how could he stop hundreds of workers by himself?

I could only watch the workers leave, and hurriedly got on the carriage and ran to report the situation to the boss.

Newham Borough.

The hot wax oil slid along the wax wall, and the flickering candlelight released dim yellow light. The boy lay on the bed and fell asleep. Molly was still awake and was sewing clothes when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Swan?"

Opening the door, Molly was surprised to find that it was Swann standing at the door. She couldn't help but ask: "Don't you come back the day after tomorrow? Come in quickly and I'll pour you a cup of tea."

"The strike has started again. I don't know how long it will last this time, so I just came back first."

Swan sat down at the dining table and took the tea cup from Molly.

"Starting again?"

"Well, this time it's the Fourth Prince who wants us to strike. I don't know what he wants to do."

"The fourth prince must have his plan." Molly said with a smile: "Yesterday, someone came to our apartment building to collect information on children who were not enrolled in school. As the president of the Educators Association, the fourth prince is really responsible."

"Yes." Swann nodded and smiled: "With the fourth prince here, life will definitely get better."

"How's school going Ray?"

"He is making rapid progress. He can already write several letters. I will show you his homework..."

Under the night, candlelight illuminated the room. It was also late at night, but some people were happy and some were worried.

In Ealing District, Gnard Klostermann, who was sleeping soundly, felt someone pushing him. He opened his eyes blankly and saw the big face of the butler: "Master! Master, wake up! Something happened in the mine!"

"The mine collapsed?!"

When he heard about the accident at the mine, it was still in the middle of the night. Genard turned over and sat up, his sleepiness disappearing.

"No, it's not a landslide, it's a strike! Overseer Poole is here!"

Genard breathed a sigh of relief, got up and put on his clothes, and walked barefoot downstairs while cursing: "What's going on? Why is the strike starting again? It really doesn't stop... Ever since the Fourth Prince established the Labor Party,

The trouble never stops! Damn it..."

In the living room, supervisor Poole sat cautiously on the sofa, with his butt only daring to touch the cushion halfway. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he stood up with a whoosh.

"Pool! Why is the strike starting again? Do you know how much money I will lose if I stop working for one day!"

"boss...."

Poole was about to burst into tears and said: "I don't know either... It was going well, but suddenly a man who called himself the Labor Representative Committee came to the mine and gathered the workers directly. He said that the fourth prince ordered them to strike, and the workers all left.

It’s over, I can’t stop it!”

"What do you do for food! You are the supervisor! If the workers disobey, use a whip to whip them!"

Poole said nothing, thinking that this was not the Middle Ages, and workers were not slaves. If they made mistakes, it would be fine if they were kicked in the foot. Who would really dare to use a whip?

Of course Genard knew not to use the whip, he was just venting his anger.

Grabbing the apple on the table and taking a bite, Genard snorted: "Just go on strike. Anyway, the trouble is not all mine. Compared to the railway, freight company and factory, my losses are minimal, and then

It’s not my turn to be in a hurry.”

"Then what..." Poole rubbed his hands and said, "It seems that only the coal mines are on strike..."

"ah?!"

Genard was stunned: "How do you know?"

"On the way here, I met friends who work on the railway, but none of them had received the order to strike..."

Genard's face gradually changed. If there was only a strike in the coal mine, it would mean that all the pressure would be on him, and the impact would not be great. This is very targeted!

Genard, who didn't know what he had done wrong, wanted to go find the second prince immediately, but it was too late now. The second prince might have gone to bed early, so it was really not a good time to disturb him.

Genard knew his position well. In the camp of the second prince, a pure businessman like him had almost no say and very weak power. He could only live by the looks of others. His family had no foundation and he was a nouveau riche.

If you don't have enough weight, doing things that only confidants can do will only arouse the dislike of the second prince.

It was not until the next morning that Genard knocked on the door of Kensington Palace. He had been waiting at the door all night.

The second prince, who had just woken up, leaned on the bedside, wiped his face with the hot towel prepared by the maid, picked up the newspaper and was about to read it, when suddenly the butler came in and whispered: "Your Highness, Mr. Klosterman is here to see you.

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"Mr. Klostermann? Who?" the second prince was confused.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The boss of the East Side Mine...Gernard Klostermann."

"oh!"

The second prince remembered: "What is he here for?"

"Last night, the coal miners' union went on strike. It was the fourth prince's order."

With a twitch of his eyelids, the second prince's good mood for the day was instantly ruined: "It's Arthur again...let Klostermann come in!"

"yes."

The second prince had no intention of meeting Klostermann in the living room. He just sat on the bed, drinking coffee, looking lazy.

Genard walked into the bedroom, first took off his hat and saluted the second prince, and then told the dilemma he faced.

After listening, the second prince said calmly: "So what is your purpose?"

"Let the workers come back to work," Genard said matter-of-factly.

"Isn't that very simple?" The second prince smiled slightly: "Six-legged frogs are hard to find, and two-legged people are everywhere. Since this strike is for the coal miners' union, then you must give an order.

Anyone who does not return to work within today will be fired immediately and new workers will be recruited to take their place."

Genard's eyes lit up: "You mean to force them to work?"

"This is a provocation launched by the Labor Party against the Liberal Party. It is a declaration of war." The second prince sneered: "Okay, let's give it a try and see who can withstand it first. The Liberal Party has nothing else but plenty of money."

With his backbone in hand, Genard immediately went to Newham, East London, and posted a recruitment advertisement on the main road with the most traffic.

[Recruiting workers in East Mining District, daily salary is 8 pence plus 30% performance bonus! Food and accommodation are included!]

As soon as the advertisement was released, it immediately attracted countless onlookers. The daily salary was 7 pence, which was not low. It was 1 penny higher than the daily salary of railway workers, not to mention the 30% performance bonus.

If a wife or son earns 2 pence a day, which adds up to 1 shilling, what is the concept?

Renting a cheap apartment only costs 2 shillings!

With a weekly salary of 7 shillings, 2 shillings are used to pay rent, 3 shillings are used for food and drink, 1 shilling is used to buy daily necessities, and 1 shilling can be used to buy new clothes!

This is already the life that many people dream of...

It is not difficult for my wife and son to earn 2 pence a day, and usually they can earn more.

Without much hesitation, after a short period of thinking, many low-level workers rushed forward and gathered around Genard, wanting to take over the job.

"You! You! And you!"

Genard laughed heartily and pointed among the crowd. All the people he pointed got into the carriage and set off towards the mining area.

Within a short time, more than twenty people were recruited.

"Scabs! You scabs!"

Angry roars came from the crowd. After they dispersed, several coal miners rushed up and yelled viciously: "What is the strike for? Don't you know? Only by uniting can we get more wages! We can survive."

Go to a better life!”
To be continued...