Cosma Empire

"Dulin!", Mr. Klein leaned forward and shouted standing in the corridor outside the office on the second floor. When Dulin turned around and looked at him, he tilted his head and pointed to another The conference room that came to the meeting said: "Come up."

Du Lin put down his work and glanced at Graf. Graf patted him on the shoulder just after unloading the goods, "Don't be nervous. If there are no accidents, it should be someone from the trade union."

Although in Graf's view dealing with union members was a trivial matter, the smile on Du Lin's face stiffened a little due to nervousness as he had to face such a huge organization as the union for the first time. He patted his cheeks and took a few deep breaths, "Don't worry, I won't be nervous."

Graf shrugged his shoulders. He could only help himself in this kind of thing. He couldn't help Du Lin relieve his inexplicable tension.

In fact, trade unions are still very important assistance groups for workers. Most of the time workers do not need trade unions, but once they do, they can play a very crucial role. For example, when dealing with capitalists, without the help of trade unions, workers are likely to suffer losses, especially in terms of salary. The hateful capitalists always hope to save more money through exploitation, but it is precisely because of the trade unions and the "Minimum Wage Protection Act" initiated by the trade unions that capitalists cannot exploit workers too hard.

When the rights and interests of workers are violated by capitalists, trade unions will also stand up to support workers.

A famous sociologist of Yaoxing Empire, who is also a big capitalist, once said in a newspaper: If a worker is a rabbit, then a group of workers are vicious dogs. We can shave rabbits for money, but we also need to protect ourselves from vicious dogs.

Once this statement was published, it immediately caused a huge social sensation, and a huge demonstration broke out for this reason, opposing the sociologist's inappropriate remarks. Under pressure from all sides, the sociologist had to publish his apology in the newspaper. Originally, the matter should have ended here, but it is so hard to die, this guy then published a new comment, the comment only has a few words - I lost to the vicious dog!

The angry workers became irritable this time. They beat up the sociologist, stripped him naked and tied him to the railing outside the platform on the third floor of the Empire State Building, causing a sensation all over the country... …

Du Lin adjusted his attire, knocked on the people in the conference room, and only after hearing "Come in" did he push the door open.

There were three people sitting at the conference table, two men and one woman. The woman looked to be in her thirties, wearing a very delicate suit, but the lines on her face were a bit rigid and lacked the gentleness of a woman. The other two men were also wearing sharp suits, and their hair was so shiny that even a fly couldn't stand it. Du Lin smiled awkwardly. He looked outside the door, and he didn't seem to have entered the wrong room.

But the three people in front of me... If they were representatives of the workers, Du Lin was the first to not believe it.

How rich the working class would be if all workers dressed like this.

The older man smiled and nodded to Du Lin, then looked at the documents on the table in front of him, and asked, "Are you Du Lin?", blinking his eyes, and quickly introduced himself Get up, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Frank, and I am a representative of the workers' union. The gentleman next to me is Abdui, and I have the same identity as me. As for this lady..."

When he looked at the woman, the woman nodded to Du Lin expressionlessly, "My name is Serena, and I am the legal adviser of the workers' union."

Frank took over the conversation at this time and continued: "We are here today to invite you to join on behalf of the workers' union. The workers' union is a big family belonging to the working class. Facing the brutal exploitation of capitalists, we can only be closely united.

Only then can we fight for and protect our rights and interests. It has been 22 years since the establishment of the workers' union. In the past 22 years, we have resolved more than 17,000 disputes for the workers and protected the rights and interests of the workers. "

At this time, Serena suddenly interrupted and asked, "Excuse me." She pointed to Du Lin's right hand with a pen, "I noticed that your right hand has a bandage, and there is still some blood on the bandage. This is where you are. Injured at work?"

Before Du Lin could react, he froze for a moment, "Ah? Ah! Yes, it was the injury I received during this period."

Serena nodded, and she didn't know what she meant by nodding, "After you were injured, did Mr. Klein, the station manager, take you to bandages for treatment, and paid for the medical expenses, as well as giving you a certain amount of work-related compensation? ?”

Du Lin scratched his head, "I did it accidentally, and it has nothing to do with Mr. Klein."

Serena stood up all of a sudden, slapped the pen on the table vigorously, and became more serious, "No, young man, you made a mistake. Whether you injured it yourself or not, as long as you are working, This is a work-related injury. Mr. Klein should be responsible for this!", she looked at Abdui, "Go and invite Mr. Klein!"

Frank looked at Du Lin who was tense, stood up and walked over, pressed Du Lin's shoulders and let him sit beside him, "It's okay, we should let you understand that everything we do is not for someone's self-interest, And doesn't this just show that the workers' union can protect our rights?" He patted Du Lin's shoulder again, "Just sit and watch, don't talk."

It didn't take long for Abdui and Mr. Klein to walk into the conference room. When facing Serena, a well-known female lawyer in the union, Mr. Klein nodded first, "You All right, Ms Serena."

Serena still had a straight face, without the slightest movement. When Klein walked to the side and sat down, Serena said: "Mr. Klein, do you know about Du Lin's injury during work?"

Klein froze for a moment. He really didn't know. As the station master and station manager, he had a lot of things to deal with every day. Who would be in the mood to learn about the living conditions of the workers one by one? If Du Lin didn't say anything, he definitely didn't know, and it was precisely because he didn't know that at this moment, he fell into a passive state.

His dignified expression looked a little bluffing. He glanced at Du Lin and the bandage on Du Lin's hands, and suddenly felt his teeth sore. As a manager and exploiter, what he hates the most is dealing with union people, because you never know what ridiculous and absurd reasons these disgusting guys will say in the next second, which makes a capitalist like him very uncomfortable took out an inexplicable sum of money.

Mr. Crane shook his head, and said truthfully, "I don't know. Dühring didn't tell me about it, and I don't know much about it."

"Then do you know what kind of consequences you, as an employer, should bear when a worker is injured during work?" Serena opened the notebook, took a pen and wrote something casually, then looked up at Klein, "For example Medical bills for work-related injuries, nutrition, and paid time off?”

Klein was silent, not only did he know, but he was very clear. It is actually very common for porters to be injured in the station. Some workers obviously have no strength, but they are reluctant to pay the commission. They will always force their tired bodies. As a result, they are often unable to bear heavy loads and hurt themselves. At this time, he needs to come out to get money to eliminate the disaster. In fact, it's not a lot of money. For a palm injury like Du Lin's, the medical expenses are at most three yuan, and the nutrition expenses add up to no more than six yuan.

But the problem is that six yuan is still money. The people from these trade unions came at a really bad time. If they came again in a few days, wouldn't there be so many things?

Serena's tone suddenly rose, "What? Mr. Klein, are you unwilling to pay this fee? If that's the case, we may sue in Tenell Court."

Klein immediately raised his hand, "No, no, I'll give it, six yuan, right? I'll give him a day off tomorrow!"

He immediately admitted that it was really not worth it to go to court for six yuan. It would cost more than ten yuan just to hire a lawyer. It would be better to just pay six yuan to save a little. He immediately expressed his willingness to pay these expenses and gave Du Lin a three-day holiday, which immediately made Serena quiet.

After Abdui asked Mr. Klein to leave, Frank smiled and said: "Look, this is the power of trade unions! One of the main purposes of our coming here today is to hope that you can join the workers' union. Once you become If you become a member of the labor union, you can enjoy a lot of rights and benefits. Things like today are just trivial things. The power we have is beyond what you can imagine. The most important thing is that no matter what happens to you , We will recover the fair treatment fees for you, all of which will be paid by the union, and you don't need to pay even a penny."

"Of course, to enjoy such benefits and treatment, you also need to perform and pay. For example, a membership fee of 50 cents per year, participation in unified activities of the trade union when necessary, and some work-related arrangements and guidance. If you can accept these three requirements, then on behalf of the workers union, I welcome you to join."

Du Lin thought these people were pretty good, and with what Graff told him about the benefits of joining the union, he immediately agreed. Afterwards, Mr. Crane sent six dollars, and Dooling handed over fifty cents to Frank, which was regarded as this year's membership fee.

Frank told him that he hoped that he could go to the headquarters of the Tener City Workers' Union within a week to register his personal information, file it and notify the whole country.

When Du Lin returned to the platform, Graff leaned over, "How about it, aren't they scary?"

Du Lin nodded, "You're right, they are all good people, and they helped me get six dollars from Mr. Klein."

"Six dollars?" Graff glanced at the bandage on Du Lin's hand and slapped his forehead. "Wait a minute, Mr. Klein also owes me six dollars!"