Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

The Internationale is a magical song. In all major language versions, the translations of all countries in the world have chosen transliteration. "Internasional" can be heard in any country. you.

At the same time, "" is also the abbreviation of "International Workingmen's Association". It was born in the bloody Paris Commune, and it is the voice of the people at the bottom to resist totalitarian tyranny. Therefore, not only red countries can sing it, but also Britain, the United States or France. When the workers go on strike, they will also sing Internachonnell.

As the earliest industrial country, the strike of British workers was massive and powerful.

As early as 1912, millions of absentees went on strike in the UK, and Parliament was forced to set a minimum wage standard, which has continued to this day.

Not long ago, in 1979, the famous "Winter of Discontent" strike in the history of British strikes was launched, and Callaghan's Labor Party government was defeated by the Conservative Party government led by Mrs Thatcher.

More coincidentally, at the present time of 1984, the more famous "absenteeism strike of 1984-1985" in the history of British strikes is underway.

The strike, which started in 1984 and lasted for a full year until 1985, had a profound impact on the political ecology of Britain and even changed the political ecology of the whole of Europe.

Wells does not need to pay attention to future political changes. He just knows that strikes are extremely terrible and the power of the working class is extremely powerful.

How strong is it? Two months ago, more than 10,000 strike miners confronted more than 10,000 policemen at the Ogreve Coking Plant near Rotherham, which was widely reported by the media and called the "Battle of Ogreve". One day, there were policemen on horseback, in front of media reporters, repeatedly attacked the miners, and used batons to seriously injure several miners.

Wells looked around, the only policeman present was the police officer Xiao He, a boy who looked clean and loved to laugh, he was the character most likely to die in novels and movies.

"Zhang, please explain to them that I am just an ordinary company manager. I am not a shareholder of the company, nor a company executive. If they call for a strike or...revolutionary demands, I have no right to decide these, only Let me go back to England so that I can convey their request." Wells stuttered to Zhang Sheng.

Yang Rui listened beside him, almost bursting out laughing.

Zhang Sheng also felt embarrassed, and whispered: "Mr. Wells, there is no revolution, everyone is just asking for wages."

"Ask for salary?"

"Guan Shen, after the head of WestJet was kicked out, the factory workers didn't get their salary last month. They asked for their salary."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Wells breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's the total salary? Pay them and let them spread out."

"They haven't worked for half a month, should they pay full salary?" Zhang Sheng dutifully asked himself as a translator.

Wells asked with some surprise: "Can I not pay the remaining half month's salary?"

"I think it should be ok, after all, the work has been suspended for half a month."

"Can the union agree?"

"There are no trade unions in China...it's not right. The trade unions in China generally just distribute something and forget about it, and don't do trade union business."

"Then who does the work of the trade union?"

Zhang Sheng thought for a while,

Said: "There shouldn't be..."

"Okay, give them half a month's salary, and you come to negotiate." Wells hesitated, and said, "They won't go on strike."

"Of course not, there is no strike in China."

"No?"

"Of course, we are a country where the working class is the master of the country. The workers are the masters of the country. How can the masters go on strike?" Zhang Sheng laughed as he said.

Wells calmed down and said: "The Labor Party should really come to China to have a look. Well, you can negotiate with them, just say that we are willing to pay half a month's wages, and ask them to make way for us to inspect the factory. Equipment and plant conditions."

"Okay." Zhang Sheng is full of ambition. Zeneca's China branch has only been established for one year, and this is a rare opportunity to show his face.

Standing in the crowd, Yang Rui blushed when he heard it.

"Tian Shichang, come here." Yang Rui pulled Tian Shichang to a corner, told Zhang Sheng and Wells' plan in detail, and said, "Go and tell Director Li about the situation. Send one from English."

Tian Shichang smiled wryly: "There are quite a few people who know English, but I don't think there are those who can understand big-nosed words."

Only then did Yang Rui realize that it was still in 1984 when tape recorders were not yet popular, and to learn a fluent London accent or whatever, you had to at least have heard it. As far as the current domestic conditions are concerned, it is said that there are tape recorders, and you can’t find tapes, and even English textbooks are not complete. Even college English professors in some colleges and universities have a lot of people who speak fluent Hedong accent English.

Under such circumstances, local factories like the West Fort Meat Factory really couldn't find English-speaking talents.

"Anyway, find someone who can understand English, and come here to check and fill in the gaps." Yang Rui didn't want to be a hearing translator by himself. On the one hand, he was tired, and the most important thing was to avoid suspicion.

Tian Shichang took the order and left.

He whispered something to the workers around him, and spread the word in waves.

After a while, Zhang Sheng and Wells also discussed the countermeasures and went to negotiate with the workers.

"Everyone, this is Mr. Wells, the British representative sent by us from Zeneca. We are now in the spirit of..."

"Damn Jack!"

"Damn Jack!"

"Damn Jack!"

More than twenty WestJet workers shouted in unison.

"What?" Zhang Sheng didn't respond for a while.

The cold sweat on Wells's face was about to flow down, and he repeated "Die Ke" in English!

Zhang Sheng understood it this time, Siyanke is obviously a transliteration of strike!

Very clear signal.

"The WestJet factory is on strike!" Wells' pale face showed no trace of blood: "You said there is no strike in China."

"The constitution was amended the year before last, and the right to strike was abolished." Zhang Sheng explained with a yellow face, panicked, and desperately recalled what he had learned: "But we did not prohibit strikes."

"What's the meaning?"

"That is to say, in China, the freedom to strike is not a basic right of citizens like in the UK, but this does not mean that any strike is illegal under any circumstances, because our laws do not Prohibition of strikes..."

"Is that allowed or not?" Wells was extremely anxious, and the British also had qualitative problems.

Zhang Sheng looked back at Factory Manager Li, then at Team Leader Feng and others, and said softly: "The current situation is probably allowed."

"In this way, giving only half of the monthly salary probably won't stop the strike?" Wells calmed down when the incident came to an end. His worst fear had already happened, so what else could he do.

After thinking about it, Wells raised the price automatically, and said, "I allow you to give the workers three times their monthly salary, you can negotiate with them."

"Okay." Zhang Sheng was also a little scared.

Yang Rui couldn't hear their conversation now, and still just watched. The scene in front of them was so childish that the British didn't know what was going on. What the WestJet factory and the Westburg meat factory had to deal with was actually the investigation team of the provincial party committee. It didn't matter what Zeneca thought.

To the investigation team of the Provincial Party Committee, one should be polite and polite, but to Zeneca, being rude is enough.

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