After you leave

"Mr. Andile will not come. If he comes, he will show up long before the election begins."

Chen Yan calmly stated this fact.

"I know."

Sergey calmly accepted this fact - when the Conservative Party announced in the newspaper a day ago that it had won nearly 95% of the votes in Yanan City, he knew that Mr. Andile would not show up.

.

"But... why?"

Sergey had long accepted this fact, but he didn't understand why.

"Perhaps it's because he couldn't bear to see you die, or maybe it's because he understood that the time was not yet ripe... In short, he believed that any method would fail, so he didn't do it in the first place."

Chen Yan could probably imagine Andier's mood.

From the time he got Andier's letter, he could probably understand Andier's mood.

It was not until last night, after the three workers from the industrial area visited his apartment, that he understood more and more why Andile asked them to come looking for him.

Because Andil knew in his heart that they would definitely fail.

But Andier was not willing to give in. After meeting Chen Yan and having a spiritual confession, he realized that Chen Yan had knowledge that he did not know.

It was a glimmer of hope that brought them to him, like the experiment he had carried out every time for countless years in search of a new path.

But they are lucky, thinking that compromise, showing weakness and goodwill can get good treatment from the enemy, and even think that they can use other means to conduct so-called "communication" and "negotiation"——

After they expressed their opinions, Chen Yan understood that the time was not yet ripe and he had to continue to wait.

Sergey was in a complicated mood, covering his mouth and letting out a low cough.

"But you're here."

Chen Yan looked at his unhappy face: "Yes, I'm here. I want to see if you are the same as the workers in the industrial zone."

Sergey looked him in the eyes: "So, what should we do to ensure that we don't lose our jobs?"

Chen Yan saw the hope in his eyes, was silent for a moment, and asked: "How many of you are there?"

Sergey thought carefully for a moment and replied: "Including drivers, daily maintenance personnel of steam buses, workers responsible for coal supply, ticket inspectors, maintenance workers... there are about 200 people."

200 people can't even fill a street.

Chen Yan was silent for a long time.

Until he saw Sergey holding a torn towel to cover his mouth, trying to cover up the blood he coughed up, he said to him:

"You need to let these people understand that the company's layoffs involve everyone, and no one can escape.

Only by standing together can we safeguard common interests.

I will write you a note, copy some of it, and let everyone in the company see it, so that everyone will realize the importance of this matter."

"You need to find people who have the same will as you. Those desperate drivers are your first choice. They have the strongest desires and demands, and they will be the executors of this matter."

"When these things are completed, you need to hold a negotiation. All the staff of the steam bus company must be present, from the agent to the sweeper. No one can be absent."

"You need to tie up those with evil intentions in advance and throw them into a small corner to ensure that they do not report them or call the police."

"You need to discuss your demands before negotiating, clearly write them down on paper, keep them in mind, and never compromise."

"You need to cut off all their escape routes in advance and ensure that they cannot ask for help from the outside world."

"You need to have weapons. When the other party refuses, point the weapon at their head and force them to sign a fair work contract."

Sergey picked up the water glass with trembling hands, took a sip, and coughed twice, but there was no hesitation in his eyes: "What if they resist."

Chen Yan said: "If they resist, you will smash the latest steam engines in the company, then go on strike and march on the streets to let everyone know about your strike and let everyone know that you want to fight for fairness.

"

Sergey's eyes were sad: "We...can't succeed!"

Chen Yan nodded: "Yes, you have too few people. You need at least... an entire industrial zone of workers... at least 100,000 people are needed for the strike to be successful and for everyone to get the benefits they deserve.

"

Sergey's eyes shook: "But... we have no way out."

Chen Yan affirmed again: "Yes, but you are the only ones who have no way out. Those hard-working workers in Xiacheng District are still lucky. You...you are the only one."

Sergey looked him in the eye: "You don't want us to succeed."

Chen Yan nodded: "You will fail."

Sergey lowered his head: "So, what's the point of doing these things?"

Chen Yan held his hand.

He dodged a little, but finally restrained himself.

"Someone has to be the first to speak up."

"You will fail, but you will not always fail. You will have endless successors who will accomplish your unfinished business."

"After you leave, they will build a new apartment building for you and raise your wages. This is not because of their conscience or because they have become good people, but because you have been here."

Sergey failed to hide the blood he coughed up this time.

His blood fell on Chen Yan's arm and soaked the black low-quality cloth. Even the kerosene lamp could not illuminate the soaked clothes.

"You...you thought I was going to die, so you told me that!"

Chen Yan held his hand tightly: "You will become a hero, people will have a better life because of what you do, and the children will drink hot milk and eat clean meals because of your bravery. No need to

Living in a filthy basement..."

Sergey looked at him: "Why...why do you think I would do this?"

Chen Yan held his hand tightly: "You look very much like a senior I once knew."

Sergey laughed, his mouth full of blood.

"Is this so?"

He took out his hand and drank the entire glass of water.

After swallowing all the taste of blood in his mouth, he took a pen and paper from the table and handed it to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan looked serious and wrote on it:

"We are underpaid, our jobs are grossly undervalued, and we face the risk of losing our jobs, which is about to become a reality

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When Chen Yan and Ogami walked out of the gate of the steam bus operating company, Ogami finally couldn't help it anymore and asked:

"Will their strike really bring enough benefits to those who come after us?"

Chen Yan shook his head:

"No, after their failure, the steam bus operating company will intensify their efforts, at least make them all unemployed, and even cause more serious retaliation."

Ogami said in astonishment:

"Why?"

Chen Yan said:

“Why are companies getting worse?”

"Because according to the current behavior of this company, its agents must have no conscience.

Moreover, they even told workers about the layoffs before technological improvements, which may mean two things:

Either the agent of this company is a stupid pig without a brain;

Either this company is so confident that it is not afraid of strikes and doesn't care about workers' disturbances."

"Why did Sergei and his friends fail?"

"Because the three workers told me previously that during a strike in the industrial zone, the police cooperated with the factory owner to violently suppress the workers (this may be the reason why this company is not afraid of strikes). This shows that in Asia

In the eyes of Nan City’s upper class, taxation is more important than anything else.”

"The ticket for the steam bus is two pennies. There are passengers on almost all trains a day. Dozens of lines connect the entire city of Yharnam. The revenue is calculated based on the tickets, but a large amount of tax is enough to support the gentry in the parliament.

Big expense.”

Ogami frowned and said:

"You are saying that there will definitely be violent suppression during their actions."

Chen Yan nodded:

"I think so, but if they are lucky enough and no one tips the police off, they might be able to squeeze some profits out of the company's teeth."
To be continued...