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Chapter 38: The Night of the Blood Gun

On the evening of December 22, 1866,

Smith Factory District in San Antonio, Texas,

Several gentle Smith factory owners met together in a reasonably well-decorated house to discuss the plans after the Smith Company changed hands.

"That old bastard Tom Smith is dead at last."

"What you said is wrong. He is only about twenty years old. He is a little bastard."

"Hahaha, we have a disgusting set of rules and regulations. As the owner of Factory No. 16, I have to go to and from get off work at a fixed time every day."

"You also hired some German barbarians who don't understand English as supervisors. They even monitor us. Do you think we are fools who tighten screws?"

"This is nothing. We are all managers of a factory, managing thousands of people. As a result, we only have a salary of about one hundred US dollars a month, and no dividends. Why are we sent to beggar?"

"Forget it if we don't pay dividends. We can't even manage the distribution channels of goods. We are only responsible for production."

After several middle-aged factory owners drank a few sips of tea, they began to curse Tom, a "dead man". They had long been dissatisfied with Tom's factory management system that could be called "weird" in this era.

Although they are all factories owned by Smith Company, compared to the Yankee consortium, which gives factory managers a certain amount of dividends as salary motivation.

The management positions Tom gave Smith in the factory area were all dead wages.

Even top management only pays ridiculously low wages.

So how to maintain stability in the factory area?

What Tom chose was to take out the dividends that should have been given to managers and distribute them to female employees under the premise that other benefits were exactly the same.

Not only did he appease female employees, he also appeased male employees with his unique salary payment method.

Because female employees have been squeezed by this society for many years, their families have extremely low salary expectations for female employees.

All employees need to be appeased by giving female employees a daily salary of US$0.2-0.4 per day, or even less.

(In the mid-19th century, the salary of female employees in England was about one-third of that of men, and it was even lower in the United States.)

And these managers, according to Yang Kai's standards, must use at least 5% of their profits for dividends.

For the Smith Factory Area, a highly profitable factory area using new chemical technology, this 5% profit is enough to double the salary of all employees.

Tom's unique method of paying wages is even more effective in reducing personnel wages than Yang's method of squeezing low-level employees and relying on middle-level managers to forcibly suppress low-level employees.

Even if all the senior managers do not know how profitable the Smith Factory Area is, they have many years of experience in managing factories.

Just looking at the size of the Smith factory, we know that dividends are far greater than wages.

More importantly, Tom Smith can rely on this salary payment method to keep his company stable.

Tom's unique pseudo-modular production method does not allow accidents in any factory.

No matter how Tom enriches these middle managers, he suppresses the bottom.

As long as the bottom layer is not relatively satisfied, work stoppages will still occur.

"What a good death."

"Now the Smith Factory area has been acquired by more than a dozen Yankee consortiums, and several wealthy people have said that from now on, 7% of the factory's profits every quarter will be used as dividends for the management."

"A few days ago, Master Lowell from the Boston Consortium gave me a few boxes of champagne, how about it?"

"Come here and celebrate Tom's burial today!"

"That's great, let's pop the champagne."

The champagne was removed from the cupboard by a factory manager.

"Bo!"

The most favorite sound of these factory owners is the crisp sound caused by the difference in air pressure when the oak stopper is opened.

None of them thought about why Tom was unwilling to give them more wages?

Is it because giving high wages will cause the Smith Factory District to lose money?

Or is it because their role is not important?

No, it's just that Tom's upbringing gave him an innate aversion to this kind of moth.

At the same time, Tom does not intend to retain these middle managers for a long time.

In Tom's empire, no one but himself can share any value produced by employees and farmers.

Intermediate managers recruited temporarily only need to follow their own orders, and no resistance is allowed.

The so-called right of independent management at the middle level is, to put it bluntly, the right of independent corruption.

In particular, the two thousand years of feudal imperial history of the Earth Dynasty made Tom understand what kind of worms middle managers are.

Tom once imagined how wonderful it would be if he were the emperor and every order could reach the ears of employees and farmers.

Back to reality, these middle-level morons have benefited from the rapid development of Smith Company.

It does feel a bit like the Invisible Monarch in the Smith Factory District.

Tom is going to use the faked death incident to fight back.

"Here's to celebrating that little bastard Tom Smith is finally buried!"

"cheers!"

When several people were pushing cups and changing cups, no one noticed that in the darkness, several brand-new silver-white rifles were pointed at them.

"It's eight o'clock in the evening in one minute."

"Prepare!"

A young commander wearing a black military uniform with an epaulette that looked like a squad leader looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and then started the countdown.

"three……"

"two……"

"one……"

"schie?en!"

At eight o'clock in the evening, gunfire resounded through the sky, the sound of glass breaking, and the sound of children crying were heard in different places across Texas...

Then there were explosions and the sound of blazing fire.

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"Cuckoo~"

"Cuckoo~"

"Cuckoo~"

The German people’s favorite cuckoo clock once again playfully poked out its little cuckoo head.

Tom, who was sitting in the office, looked back and saw that it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Tom put down the thick copy of "Smith's Factory Area New Management System" in his hand, took a long stretch, and walked into the bathroom.

Unlike the average wealthy European and American people who like to soak in small porcelain bathtubs, Tom, a northern Chinese, likes to soak in large bathtubs measuring 15 to 16 square meters.

"Hiss~"

Every time he soaks in the hot water pool, which is more than one meter deep, Tom can feel the real "sense of hometown" and temporarily forget that he has become a young man of German descent with enlarged pores and long hair all over his body.

After taking a bath, Tom entered the sauna room he designed.

After using the sauna, Tom lay on the waterproof bed made of natural rubber, and invited two bodyguards to give him a relaxing bath.

“I don’t know how many people will die today?”

"Seven thousand two and five boys, including their families, there are about ten or twenty thousand people, right?"

Lying on the waterproof bed, Tom began to calculate how many 25-year-olds he would have to deal with today.

Since the second and fifth boys want to rob Tom of his right to speak and money, then Tom will kill the second and fifth boys' whole family.

For a qualified factory owner, this is also a reasonable courtesy, right?

It's a pity that Tom made a miscalculation. In order to "undercover" smoothly, these young men and women all brought their families with them and used their families as cover.

There are fifteen thousand undercover agents sent by Gay Yang, including their families.

Including the latest families with two or five children who have taken refuge in the past, there are more than 30,000 people.

These more than 30,000 people were sent back to their hometowns by the armed forces of the Smith family on a night criticized by later historians as the "Night of the Silver Gun."

At this point, Tom has officially eliminated all different voices in the Smith Factory area in Texas.

As for whether these factories can continue stable production in the future.

Then we have to see if Tom's newly appointed managers can perfectly meet Tom's requirements.


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