nucmednet Chapter 333 The Poor Working Class
Chapter 333 The Poor Working Class
Lan Ying agreed with this statement. Given Qi Tongwei's deadly nature, Chen Zhihu was definitely in grave danger.
"By the way, Qi Zhi, Cao Wenxuan is an intellectual; he used to teach at a university."
The combination of intellectuals and power is nothing short of the Donglin Party, a scourge to the country and its people.
"That means all that knowledge has been wasted."
Lan Ying couldn't help but laugh; Qi Tongwei really didn't say a single nice thing.
When I arrived at Fuxing Herbal Tea Company, the nearby police station had already set up a cordon, and there was a huge crowd of workers.
Qi Tongwei got out of the car and grabbed a megaphone; with so many people, he didn't have a voice loud enough.
Chief Zhou of the police station greeted him warmly, "Chief Qi, it's good to see you here."
Seeing so many people, Qi Tongwei realized things might get out of hand and asked, "What's the situation? Tell us everything."
Director Zhou seemed very nervous. "Chief Qi, the company is facing temporary difficulties and can't pay wages right now, so the workers started rioting. I didn't expect it to get this serious."
Qi Tongwei sneered, "You seem quite empathetic towards capitalists. Getting paid for work is a matter of course. Workers can tolerate not being paid for a month, but to push someone to the point of kidnapping, I bet they haven't been paid for at least three months."
A worker shouted, "Officer, we haven't been paid for six months!"
Qi Tongwei felt very sorry for these workers. "Did you hear that? We haven't been paid for six months. If we don't get paid for six months, I'll dig up the boss's ancestral graves."
Director Zhou looked embarrassed; this living devil truly lived up to his name. "Chief Qi, you're right. It's my fault for not understanding the situation."
"Officer, you really can't blame us. The boss has money but doesn't pay wages."
Qi Tongwei quickly asked, "Why?"
"Officer, the boss wants to buy the workers' shares at a low price. We refuse to sell, so he's deliberately withholding our wages to force us to leave."
It seems that when state-owned enterprises were reformed, employee stock ownership was implemented. Cao Wenxuan's idea was that he wanted the shares held by the workers, but he didn't want to pay for them, so he just forced them to leave.
He was relying on his wife being the deputy director of the police station and his brother-in-law Chen Wenjie being the mayor. He was planning to exploit the workers. Even if the workers resisted, it would be useless. He would make the financial accounts look like they were in a loss. Without money, they definitely couldn't pay their wages.
Qi Tongwei picked up the megaphone and said angrily, "Please rest assured, fellow workers, I fully understand your feelings about not having received your wages for six months. The kidnapping was indeed illegal, but they are definitely not the kind of heinous robbers."
"They are fighting for the wages and deserved benefits of all workers, so they are your heroes, and the light they are fighting for will shine on everyone."
"I am a people's police officer, and my duty is to serve the people. Workers, don't be afraid of the police. There are so many of you. If you unite, you can drown me with a single spit."
"Our government is a government where the people are the masters, and it will always stand with the people. Workers deserve to be paid for their labor, and I fully support you."
These words warmed the hearts of the workers present. They had protested big and small over the past six months without wages, but every time the police came, they sided with the boss and arrested the ringleaders. Once arrested, they would be beaten. This time, they had really been pushed to the limit.
"Officer, are you telling the truth? You're not lying to us, are you?"
Looking at the helpless eyes of the workers, Qi Tongwei felt heavy-hearted. Damn it, when did it become acceptable not to pay wages? That scumbag who invented the malicious wage-demanding scheme should be torn to pieces.
"Fellow workers, rest assured, I am Qi Tongwei from the provincial department. I guarantee I keep my word. If a heartless boss won't let you eat, then you should smash his pot. That's absolutely right."
"I also want to tell you that you earn your money through hard work with your own hands, and every penny you earn is clean. You are no less than anyone else. If anyone dares to treat you like servants, you will ride on their heads and use their heads as chamber pots."
A burst of enthusiastic applause immediately erupted. Every word of these words resonated with the workers. Their demands were not high: to work, earn money, support their children, never cause trouble for the country, and hope for a prosperous and strong nation.
Lan Ying felt a chill for Qi Tongwei. These were words he couldn't just say casually. To put it nicely, it was called appeasing the workers; to put it bluntly, it was inciting rebellion.
Director Zhou was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. All he wanted to do was stay away from Qi Tongwei; that kid was so apolitical.
Some of the young police officers maintaining order were deeply moved by what they heard; their initial reason for becoming police officers was to rid the people of evil and serve them.
Qi Tongwei whispered something to Wu Dali, and Wu Dali quickly ran towards the police car.
He picked up the megaphone again and said, "Please trust me, fellow workers, I'm going in now to talk to the workers inside and I guarantee that everyone's problems will be resolved smoothly."
After speaking, Qi Tongwei handed the megaphone to Lan Ying and suddenly made a surprising move.
In front of everyone, he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and then took off his pants, revealing a pair of shorts underneath, which he had prepared in advance. Wu Dali then took a pair of slippers from the trunk.
Qi Tongwei took off his leather shoes and put on slippers. This look was very stylish and had a Stephen Chow-like comedic feel to it. If he had a pipe in his mouth, he would look even more like him.
People in eastern Guangdong don't dress fancy; slippers are standard attire. This immediately bridges the gap with the workers. Of course, the most important thing is to make the workers who are holding the unscrupulous boss hostage lower their guard. After all, being dressed so lightly makes it impossible to hide guns, which is conducive to communication and negotiation.
Qi Tongwei asked the three workers their names, then picked up a megaphone and shouted into the building.
"Xu Duoyi, Xu Jianguo, Xu Jianjun, I am Qi Tongwei from the Provincial Department. I am here to negotiate with you. Please believe me, I stand with the workers."
After saying a few more words to Lan Ying, he took the walkie-talkie and walked into the building. His cool and refreshing figure was very touching.
Cao Wenxuan's office was at the very back of the third floor. Qi Tongwei quickly arrived on the third floor, raised his hand and shouted, "Xu Duoyi, Xu Jianguo, Xu Jianjun, I'm here! You're all passionate and daring men, you shouldn't be afraid to talk to me."
Xu Duoyi, who was observing from upstairs, saw Qi Tongwei take off his clothes and pants. He was the mastermind behind the kidnapping, and the other two followed his orders. The three of them were neighbors and friends who grew up together in the same place.
"Officer Qi, please come in. Don't try anything funny."
Being able to talk is a good start. Qi Tongwei walked quickly to the office door, which was open. He saw Xu Duoyi with bombs strapped to his body, a lighter in his left hand and a homemade gun in his right. His eyes were firm, and he had the air of a hero willing to sacrifice himself for his country.
Xu Jianguo and Xu Jianjun each held a large machete, looking fierce but actually very nervous. Cao Wenxuan huddled in a corner, terrified and trembling all over, showing no composure whatsoever in the face of danger. He was just a spineless intellectual. There was also a beautiful female secretary and two pot-bellied executives, all trembling and crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands.