Twenty Seven Years Chapter 333

  Chapter 333 Support

  The other workers of the Nak Weaving Factory who were watching were stunned.

  They didn't do anything, and even Randall, the person involved, didn't have a physical conflict with others. Why did someone yell at the workers of the Nak Weaving Factory to do it?

"You dare to hit me?! You want to die!" In the chaos, the strong man didn't care where the wine glass came from, and he insisted that it was thrown by the people from the Nak Weaving Factory, and then grabbed Randall by the collar and swung it out. fist.

   Randall was also in a daze, but being caught by the strong man like this, his vanity was finally hurt by being praised by everyone, and he didn't want to clarify any more, so he just wrestled with him: "It's you!"

The workers of other Nak Weaving Factory also gradually expanded the scale of fighting with the brawny group of people pushing each other. All in order to perform well and participated in the battle.

   All of a sudden, the tavern was full of chaos, the tables and chairs were overturned, and an unknown number of wine bottles crackled and shattered.

  The tavern owner almost fainted on the spot when he saw this scene, but fortunately, he had seen many such scenes, so he called someone to go to the sheriff immediately after calming down.

  Nack Weaving Mill

  11:30 p.m.

  Villac, Winston, and Andre are used to going to bed late, so they are still working together in the office at this point.

Suddenly, a hasty knock on the door interrupted their conversation. After Andre allowed the visitor to come in, a bruised and panting worker pushed the door in, looking scared and worried: "An, Andre Mr. Lie..."

   "Malken? What's wrong with you? Sit down!" Andre recognized the identity of the worker, and quickly helped him to sit down. Verac and Winston also stood up and surrounded him.

   "I, I..." Malken dodged his eyes.

   "What happened? How did you get hurt so badly?" Verak guessed that there was a little conflict among the workers.

   "I..." Malken hesitated.

  Verak didn't know what the workers were worried about, but he still comforted him: "Don't worry about anything. Since you are willing to come to us, we will try our best to help you solve the problem."

   "That's right, tell me." Andre said.

"We..." Malken was sweating profusely, struggled for a long time and finally gritted his teeth and said, "We went to the pub for a few nights to drink and had conflicts with people, and then the sheriff came and took everyone away , I ran almost back to the factory..."

"What?! The people in our factory were arrested for fighting?!" When a worker came to the door in the middle of the night, Verak knew that something must have happened, but he never expected to make a fuss outside and involve the police After hearing about the situation of coming in, and it seems that many people are involved, "Don't worry, explain the situation carefully!"

"Today, after eating in the canteen after get off work tonight, a total of five of us went to a nearby tavern to drink. Unexpectedly, while we were drinking, someone picked on Randall and tripped Randall with his legs on purpose. Of course, Randall was unwilling to pay him a glass of wine. In the end, he didn't know who made the move first. Anyway, two groups of people fought, and then the sheriff came with a team of guards, and arrested them all. Police station, I realized something was wrong in advance, so I escaped through the window, and I wanted to tell you about the matter to see how to solve it..." The workers were very nervous, afraid of being fired for fighting.

   "Who are there in our factory? Are they seriously injured? What is the identity of the other party? Was he arrested and taken to the police station or somewhere?" Andre asked.

"In the evening, I, Randall, Todd, Samuel, and Maureen went to the tavern. Everyone was injured. I don't know who the other party is. Anyway, there are seven or eight strong men...they should be arresters. I went to the police station, mainly because I didn't follow, and when they were escorted away by the sheriff, I hurried back to find you.” Malken answered one by one.

  Verak asked again: "How is the other party injured?"

   "It seems to be more important than us..."

   "How come? Aren't they seven or eight strong men? What can you five do to them?" Verak couldn't believe that they were so powerful.

   "It's not just us, there are many acquaintances in the tavern to help. We beat each other like this together." Malken explained.

  Hearing that a group of people were beating each other, Andre's heart tightened: "Are you sure they were only injured a little more than you, and no one was killed?"

  Maerken's eyes widened, and he waved his hands again and again: "Of course not! We didn't drink much, our minds are still clear, and we know the importance of our subordinates! And if someone is killed, how dare I come back?"

   "Are you sure someone else is deliberately finding fault?" Verak confirmed.

It's normal to have some friction after drinking too much, and it's not uncommon for the fights to get serious. Verac is worried that the workers are afraid of being fired, so he deliberately pushes the problem that was originally his own to the other party, so that they may deal with it. there will be trouble.

"It's true! Everyone has seen it with their own eyes. Those people seem to be here to find trouble!" Malken thought of the group of strong men tripping someone and yelling for them to pay for the drink, so he beat them again angrily. pause.

"Okay." Verak believed in his own people, "I am asking you this purely to formulate a solution, and we must come forward to this matter. If we provoke the other party first, we should lose money and lose money. If the other party deliberately picks on us, this matter It's not so easy to solve.”

   "Don't cause trouble." Winston, who brought the medicine box and was going to give Malcolm a brief treatment, reminded.

  Verak said: "It's not called causing trouble, it's called solving the problem. The workers in our factory went to drink after get off work, why were they beaten for no reason? They were arrested and paid for?"

  Andre gently tugged Veraker, and reminded in a low voice: "Don't forget what we are here for, let's talk about getting everyone out first."

"Of course people have to get it out, but the matter must not be so simple. Otherwise, will anyone come here and touch the people in our factory? No matter what happens, we have to spend money to save people?" Verak I firmly believe that this matter cannot be ignored casually.

"Come out and say it." There was Malken who was being bandaged by Winston in the office, and Andre could only call Verak out to talk, "Comrade Verak, I understand your feelings. If what Malken said is true, I I really want to seek justice for them, but now we have more important tasks, and we cannot add trouble at this juncture."

"Is this also called adding trouble? Since the other party picked it up first, we shouldn't lose money, and we shouldn't use money to solve this matter. We want the workers to come back intact, but also claim compensation from the other party , Let the other party bear the workers' medical expenses and lost work expenses.” Verak emphasized, “I think this is what we must do. Most of these people in the Nak Weaving Factory have some physical problems and are helpless. , when their rights and interests are damaged, only we can stand up and protect them. If we hold the idea that more things are worse than less things, and pretend not to see them when they are being bullied, then this kind of behavior is a slap in the face Our face of the Seven Articles System."

   "Then how do you want to solve it?"

"Didn't Malcon say that there are so many witnesses, we are fully capable of proving the innocence of the workers, asking the sheriff to release them, and claiming compensation from those who deliberately caused trouble. In this way The rights and interests of the workers are guaranteed, and secondly, after the news spreads, there will be fewer people who dare to approach our factory workers, so as to avoid more similar incidents." Verak felt a little pity, "But I can't come forward, this matter can only be You negotiate with Winston."

Andre knew that Verac didn't show up because the workers couldn't recognize his face, but the sheriff who often touches the wanted list is more likely to recognize his identity: "I'm worried that these troublemakers will be more difficult to deal with. , distract us too much energy... But you are right, protecting workers' rights is also part of our experiment, we must include this part of the expenditure into the final operating costs. Don't worry, I will be with Winston later Go over there, get the person out first, and then deal with it properly."

   "It's up to you." Verak actually hoped that he could go there, but unfortunately his face caused him too much inconvenience.

   "Let's go." Andre opened the door, and Verak returned to the office.

  Winston has rubbed medicine on Malken's face and arms, and bandaged it.

   "Winston, let's go to the police station later to solve some things." Andre looked at Malken after speaking, "Can we still go?"

   "Can walk." Malken moved his body deliberately to prove that he could.

   "How was your talk?" Winston asked while packing the medicine chest.

"He's right, this matter needs to be handled properly. We don't provoke others, but our people are bullied, and we must uphold justice for them. Otherwise, the 27-point system has been promulgated, saying that we will take care of the workers. It became nonsense, and there may be many more incidents like this in our ignorance in the future." Andre accepted Verac's point of view, and recounted it to Winston.

  Winston's hand to pack his things froze for a moment: "...Yes, blindly giving in cannot fundamentally solve the problem, and doing so is contrary to our original intention. Let's go then, let's solve it."

  Verak suggested: "Benedict is a local, and it would be better to ask him to come over and help together, and he should be back after he was busy last time."

   "Okay, then wait for him first, let's take this time to discuss it." Winston and Andre, who were about to leave, sat down.

  After Verac finished calling Benedict, Winston asked Malcolm about various aspects of information in detail: "Have you seen those people?"

   "I haven't seen it. I just went to the tavern with Randall in the last few days. Maybe someone else has seen it..." Malken shook his head.

   "Listen to you, at least Randall has been there many times, right?" Winston digs into the details.

   "He has been gone for more than ten days."

   "Then has he had conflicts with others before?"

"No, I haven't heard him mention it anyway... The few times I went, I felt that the atmosphere was pretty good. Everyone was ordinary people. I went there just to have a few drinks, and no one wanted to make trouble. When this happened today, I personally find it very strange, I always feel that something is wrong..." Malken scratched his head.

  Verak and Winston looked at each other: "What's wrong?"

"It feels like those people deliberately provoked trouble. We were drinking well, and suddenly a group of them entered the tavern and surrounded us drinking, and then one of them tripped Randall who was going to the bathroom, and his The companion did not go to help, but somehow targeted us..." Malken felt very aggrieved, "Actually, Randall didn't want to do anything at all, and we didn't do anything. I don't know where a wine glass was thrown and hit each other. On the head of the other party, a group of people immediately yelled that the workers of the Nak weaving factory beat someone..."

   "They still yelled these words?" Verak's pupils shrank.

   "Yes, after throwing the wine glass, they shouted together, and then they did it in a daze..." Malken said.

   "When they went in, did you talk about or reveal your identities in advance?" Winston collected clues to rule out the possibility of rising in his heart.

Malcolm recalled for a while and said: "At that time, many people in the tavern were helping in Tolander, and they said that when our factory recruited people, they would tell them as soon as possible. Todd, Samuel, and Maureen and I did not I haven't been asked much, so I have time to notice the group of people coming in."

   "When they yelled this, were they yelling at Randall, or at everyone, or just at the five of you?" Verak leaned forward and asked seriously.

   "It's only aimed at the five of us. I'm very surprised about this. They obviously don't know each other, but it feels like they know that we are workers of the Nak Weaving Factory..."

   "Seven or eight strange strong men came into the tavern and sat around you, deliberately looking for the five of you after the incident, saying that the workers of the Nak weaving factory beat people?" Verak summed up what happened.

   "That's right, it's like looking for us specifically..."

   Winston frowned: "It sounds really wrong. How did they know that you belonged to the Nak Weaving Factory, and why did they take the initiative to provoke conflict?"

  Andre folded his arms and stood aside: "I guess you know that the workers in our factory have high wages, and they are generally either old or have some injuries. They are relatively easy to bully and blackmail, right?"

   "If this is the case, today's matter must not be settled hastily, and these people must pay the price." Verac couldn't tolerate the factory workers being bullied like this, let alone most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, and they were vulnerable groups.

  If the opponent succeeds, there will inevitably be a second or third time.

"If this is the case, I will let them suffer a lot, and let everyone know that the people in our factory are not so easy to bully! If you want to move them, first weigh whether they have the strength to fight against our entire factory! "Andrei couldn't help clenching his fists when he thought of a group of **** who didn't work hard to make money, and put their minds on blackmailing the injured workers who were still struggling to live.

  (end of this chapter)

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