章節 417: 416 Harvest

"Brother, can't they just raise the wages a bit more? Why must there be conflict to the point of drawing swords!" Su Yanqiao really couldn't understand.

If the wages are too low, they will certainly make a fuss, the income is in no way proportional to the effort!

You're saying those factory owners are asking for trouble, wanting people to work themselves to death for such meager pay, and they're not you...

In any case, I think Paladon is way too much!" Su Yanqiao added.

Zhu Wencong took the coffee handed to him by his secretary. In the West, strikes are the main theme, even unto later generations.

In the freest France, their workers strike on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and have Saturdays and Sundays off by law.

Why does this phenomenon exist? Because the squeaky wheel gets the grease!

"Cost, you see! The oil drilling business has long since been on the decline, unlike the early days when a single oil field could be a Gold Mountain.