Evil people are all kinds of strange things; great people are the same.
Whether it is the "Father of the Nation" who shaped the history of the United Mexico, or the devout "priest" at the bottom of the dust of the times, the people who strive for great ideals are actually exactly the same.
The heart of dedicating his life to the disadvantaged groups turned them into exactly the same people.
Tom understands how this kind of person feels.
Because Tom is also a "pioneer" fighting for a "great" ideal, but the path and direction are a little different.
Tom took out the gold fake cigarette, took a few puffs of filtered air, stood up slowly, walked behind Father Martin, patted the priest's shoulder gently, and explained to the priest in a very sad tone that he had made an exception.
The reasons for these small employees’ “helplessness”:
"Actually, it's not that I don't want to treat children well."
"But if I don't use these children, only the Yankees and Europeans will use them, so raising these children will be a burden to me."
"You said that in terms of human resources alone, our hero company will not lose hundreds of thousands of dollars every year, given the ebb and flow of the situation?"
"If it's just a few hundred thousand dollars a year, I can accept it. I can pay it for my children. I can pay it."
"But I'm afraid that hero will go bankrupt because we don't use these special employees."
"Wouldn't it be even worse for these children then?"
Father Martin was a little confused as he listened to Tom's explanation. Martin, who has grown up and has been a priest for thirty years, has never touched a four-digit figure except for Penny's previous donation of a few hundred dollars a month and a thousand dollars on important religious holidays.
USD above.
The orphanage and church construction plan of tens of thousands of dollars just made Father Martin so excited that he could not control his emotions perfectly. Father Martin didn't understand the concept of hundreds of thousands of dollars at all.
Father Martin also doesn’t understand that hundreds of thousands of dollars are actually a drop in the bucket for Hero Company.
In Father Martin's world view, a few hundred thousand dollars could even reshape the earth.
Father Martin was stunned by the huge losses that Tom said, but he did not want to give up the possibility of letting his children live in a better tomorrow.
The priest asked Tom in a trembling tone, hoping that Tom would let these children go:
"Mr. Smith, will not letting these children work really make Hero Company lose so much? Will it also go bankrupt?"
"Think about it, other companies use children but Hero Company does not, so their costs are lower than Hero Company."
"Yes."
"Then if their costs are low, can they lower the selling price?"
"That's right."
"The same thing, they are cheap, but Hero Company is expensive. Over time, Hero Company will not be able to just compensate hundreds of thousands every year, but will be completely unable to sell anything and will go completely bankrupt!"
Seeing that Father Martin's expression was still full of confusion, Tom continued to explain:
"The same product, whether you buy it for five dollars or three dollars."
"Three dollars." Father Martin replied subconsciously.
Father Martin already understood what Tom meant by "the myth" - hero companies cannot sell goods without using special types of work.
But Father Martin still asked Tom unwillingly:
"I don't know much about business, Mr. Smith. Is the impact on the factory really that serious if we don't use these small employees?"
"You don't understand. If Hero Company doesn't use the children but still supports them, it will go bankrupt in a matter of minutes."
Tom watched Father Martin, who had already regained his energy, turn around and look at him, and understood that it was time to add more fire.
Tom took a deep breath of the gold fake cigarette with a solemn expression.
He said to the priest in a decisive tone:
"Let me tell you the truth, those who advocate not using these children are all conspiracy theories of external forces to destroy our hero company."
"These external forces don't want us Texans to live a good life, and we don't want us Dixie people to have our own national factory."
"Not only them, but also those external forces who claim to reduce working hours."
"I have said so much, you should understand, right? It's okay to raise one or two hundred orphans, but if there are tens of thousands of orphans, Hero Company may go bankrupt soon."
Tom held a gold fake cigarette in his mouth. While talking, he walked to the window, placed his hands on the edge of the window, and admired the sunset.
You can see the sunset from the office that is transparent to the north and south.
The sunset glow shone on Tom's face.
Father Martin got up from his seat, walked to the back of Tom's body, and asked Tom in an almost pleading tone:
"Then, isn't it possible for the child to have a better childhood?"
"I have a way, but I can't say. This method may be a bit..." Tom thought for a while and replied slowly.
In Father Martin's field of vision, the back of Tom's head just blocked the setting sun.
Seeing Tom's hesitation, Martin King revealed his past.
I hope this can impress the Iowa factory owners in front of me:
"I have been an orphan since I was a child. I didn't have a name when I was a child. Father Jin named me Martin. I admire Father Jin very much. Father Jin is like my father."
"As an adult, in order to express my respect for Father King, I will call myself Martin King."
"I witnessed the entire Civil War. Countless orphans were taken away by Yankees and sent to factories. The children who stayed in Texas were also taken away by plantation owners and lived a life worse than that of black slaves."
"I have tried to get more orphans into my church, but I don't have the money to support so many people. I don't have the money..."
"It's all because I don't have dollars or money, so I can only let some of the orphans work in factories and farms."
"At least they can eat there..."
As he spoke, Father Martin cried.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper a little."
"I want to be like Father Jin and take care of as many orphans as possible."
"But in the end, I spent all my money and sent my last few children to a farm where children die the slowest."
"I used my last few dollars to set foot on the road to Rome. I wanted to plead with the Pope, asking him to save the children in the United States who lost their families because of the war for the sake of being the Lord's people.
"
"I didn't expect! The Vatican, which relies on the Lord to be so prosperous, doesn't have a single believer in the Lord!"
"They are all taking advantage of the Lord!"
"In Rome, I even wanted to get it over with."
"But I couldn't worry about those orphans, so I returned to Houston."
"So what if I come back? I still don't have... money."
"I don't have the damn... damn dollars."
As he spoke, Father Martin began to cry uncontrollably and began to speak intermittently.