That night, Dayao Village resettlement community.
Most of the people living here are villagers from Dayao Village who were relocated when Longjian built the factory.
At this time, Yao Qinghua, Yao Xiaoshun and Yao Dayong gathered together.
They were very excited when they saw the huge sum of 600,000 yuan on the table, as well as the one million yuan activity fund that Wang Zhili had allocated to them in advance.
After a long silence, Yao Qinghua, as the elder of the Yao family in Dayao Village, slowly spoke.
"Boss Wang wants us to start right away. What do you two think of how to proceed?"
Yao Xiaoshun thought about it, gritted his teeth and said, "I think we should start with our own households in the village, give each household 2,000 yuan, and let them follow us in striking first!"
"Is two thousand too little?" Yao Dayong asked with a frown, wondering who would be stupid enough to give up Long Jian's job for two thousand yuan?
Yao Xiaoshun smiled and said, "These two thousand are just good faith money. Let them get the real money first. Then, as long as they are willing to follow the three of us, we will give them another 500 yuan per household every day during the strike!"
After hearing this, Yao Qinghua and Yao Dayong nodded in agreement. Five hundred yuan a day was indeed very tempting for ordinary workers in Longjian.
Then, they counted the number of villagers with the surname Yao from Dayao Village working in Longjian Factory...there were about a hundred people.
"If these hundred people can recruit one more person from the factory, we will reward them with another two thousand!" Yao Xiaoshun said cleverly.
In this way, one person leads one person, and the number of people increases infinitely. These 100 people will soon become 200, 400, 800...
After all, who doesn’t have good co-workers around them?
Coupled with the herd mentality of ordinary people and the temptation of money, it is not impossible to instigate all the workers in the factory to rebel!
Thinking of this, the three of them felt relieved.
At Yao Qinghua's command, the three men each held a stack of cash and began to lobby door to door.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, as expected, all the 100 workers with the surname Yao in Dayao Village were persuaded by Yao Qinghua and his two companions and joined their camp.
They agreed with each other that the next morning, after entering the site, they would go and win over other workers. When the total number of people reached a certain scale, they would directly declare a strike and then block the door of Longjian headquarters.
As long as the incident is big enough and the money is high enough, more workers will join in.
It was early morning and the sky was dim.
Liu Haidong suddenly woke up with a palpitation.
He was sweating profusely and leaning against the head of the bed with his heart pounding.
He had a bad feeling, but he couldn't tell what was going to happen...
the next day.
Liu Haidong looked haggard. Despite the table full of sumptuous breakfast, he had no appetite at all.
Seeing her father looking worried, Liu Yuan couldn't help but ask him, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Liu Haidong shook his head. "I don't know. I just have a bad feeling. I can't eat anymore. I have to go back to the company. You don't have to go today. Just rest at home."
Liu Yuan put down the chopsticks she had picked up, stood up and stared blankly at Liu Haidong's hasty departure, her face becoming solemn.
She no longer had the appetite to eat, so she changed into some neat clothes and followed Liu Haidong to the group headquarters.
It was rush hour at this time and there was a constant flow of people at the entrance of Longjian headquarters, but everything was in order and normal.
When Liu Haidong got out of the car and saw this scene, he felt relieved. He thought that maybe he had been under too much pressure recently and that this was causing the illusion.
He let out a long sigh and walked into Longjian’s headquarters.
The employees standing in the lobby waiting for the elevator saw Liu Haidong approaching and all stood aside respectfully.
"Hello, Mr. Liu." Everyone greeted Liu Haidong politely and respectfully.
Liu Haidong smiled politely, nodded slightly to everyone, and then, under the guidance of his secretary, took the elevator reserved for high-rise buildings.
The building was built by Long Jian himself, and the separation between senior executives and ordinary employees was also designed by Liu Haidong.
The main purpose is to ensure the work efficiency of senior executives and avoid delays in important matters due to squeezing in the elevator with ordinary employees.
Of course, his idea was good, but when the dedicated elevator was put into use, things started to change.
The dedicated elevator gradually became a symbol of the identity and status of Longjian’s senior management.
Employees often joke with each other, "I'll even carry your shoes for you when you get on that elevator..."
As soon as Liu Haidong entered the elevator, Liu Yuan rushed over. She got into the special elevator and gave Liu Haidong a mischievous smile.
Liu Haidong was in a much better mood at this time. He smiled and said to Liu Yuan, "Didn't I tell you to rest at home?"
Liu Yuan hugged Liu Haidong's arm and said coquettishly, "Aren't I worried about you?"
Liu Haidong felt warm in his heart. Liu Yuan, this little cotton-padded jacket, was completely airtight.
Whenever Liu Haidong has any worries, she can notice it at the first time and offer her care and comfort in time.
Oh, I really don't want to marry off such a caring daughter. Forget it, I'll just find a live-in son-in-law in the future, Liu Haidong thought to himself.
The elevator arrived at the station with a ding, and as soon as the door opened, Liu Haidong's phone rang.
He felt his heart tighten and quickly took out his cell phone, only to see that it was a call from Yang Tong, the production manager.
He frowned, walked out of the elevator and looked up to see Yang Tong standing at the door of his office, anxiously waiting for the call to be connected.
Liu Haidong called from a distance, "Manager Yang, what are you calling about?"
Yang Tong looked in the direction of the voice, and as if grasping a life-saving straw, he hurriedly ran towards Liu Haidong, panting and saying, "Boss Liu, something terrible has happened! The workers in Buildings 1, 2, 3... in the factory area have gone crazy for some reason. They gathered together early in the morning and shouted that we should raise the workers' wages, or else they would go on strike in protest!"
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