"Durin!"

"Graf!"

"Come here for me!"

Mr. Crien stood outside the office on the second floor in anger and roared at Dulin and Graf who had just returned. He really couldn't stand it. He had considered prosecuting Graf and Dulin. Since they were unwilling to continue working, they could just let them go with fifty dollars. But soon he gave up the idea. These two guys were poor people with no money at first glance. If they couldn't afford the penalty for fifty dollars, they would definitely be sent to the cell for at least three months of jail.

Mr. Crien is a businessman and a capitalist. He invested in the railway in Trère City. He is not only a member of the Railway Union of the Yaoxing Empire and a shareholder in this section. His purpose is to make money, not to be angry with others. Dulin is also closed. If Graff holds a grudge, he will definitely cause trouble. So he decided to talk to these two people well, but he can't wait on the left and wait on the right.

He even pinched his nose and went to the workhouse once, and the two guys didn't even come back tonight!

What really made him unable to continue to endure was their casual style of absent from work. You should know that whether it is a factory or this station, workers are basically without freedom under the oppression and exploitation of capitalists. To put it more deeply, the workers' slavery is stimulated, and under the constraints of rules and systems against them for a long time, they have lost the desire to resist. To put it lightly, they are long live the money. For a meager salary, they have to lower their heads and obey the oppression and exploitation of capitalists.

Few people would want to change anything and do it themselves, but Dulin and Graff did it, not only did it, but also so blatantly. They brought this free and casual thing from outside to the station. Six or seven workers had already absent from work without notifying Mr. Crien.

Mr. Crien believed that if this matter was not properly resolved, then this free and casual trend would still occur, and may even infect all workers at some point. By that time, his station was basically done, so the most important problem now is not that there is not enough manpower, but that these two people should be solved for other workers to see, so that they can understand that if they do not work according to the rules and regulations, the only consequence is to roll the bed and get out of the way, and they will have to pay a sum of money.

After buying the farm, Dulin was not in a hurry. He had arranged for Dufo to find some members to build a house for him. The house did not need to be very beautiful, as long as it could shelter from wind and rain, and had a wide enough gate. He meant to demolish several sheds in the farm that were about to fall apart, and rebuild them according to the previous structure while demolishing them. He asked two carpenters to guide the farm. He could definitely build the warehouse before the wine arrived.

After arranging the work of these people, Dulin and Graff returned to the station. This time they were not here to work, but planned to execute the contractual clauses regarding the breach of contract. To put it simply, they came to give money and then left.

It’s not that Dulin was afraid of Mr. Krien, so he had to come and give money. But the business he is doing now is not a fair deal. In the future, he will have to face suppliers of all sizes in Trère. Before fighting with the enemy, he must first check whether his armor, weapons and shields are intact. The battle in the mall also has the same process. If his opponent suddenly holds him and fails to fulfill the contract, and violates the contract, and asks Mr. Krien to sue him, he may be imprisoned in addition to being fined.

So he had to fill in all the holes of his body, not giving any opportunities to his future opponents.

Mr. Crien stood on the second floor and shouted, then retracted his head. Facing the eyes of all directions, whether they were laughing or worried, Du Lin's heart was not at all. Outside was a large and complex society, and there was also a small and equally complex society in this station. It was normal for some people to dislike Du Lin, just like some people also did not like Graff, and there was nothing surprising.

The more closed the environment, the stronger the desire for people to climb up.

Going to the second floor with Graff, he walked into Mr. Crien's office. Mr. Crien sat behind the table, clenched his fists on the table. He looked angry, blushed and his neck became thicker. He suppressed his anger that wanted to get angry and shouted in a low voice: "You guys want to..."

Halfway through his words, his mind froze. He only saw Dulin walking straight to his table, then took out a roll of colorful banknotes from his pocket, lit fifteen pieces on the table, and pushed them in front of him. The scent of ink from those cute little pieces of paper made him realize that these should be real money, because he was too familiar with the smell and had to contact them every day.

He looked at the roll of money that Du Lin had taken back into his pocket. It should be more than 200 or less. He stacked the tables together and picked up each one. He looked at each piece carefully. Yes, it was real money, the ten-dollar banknotes of the Empire. The front of the imperial royal family logo and the reverse was the AT-11 Sweeper War Machine. His fingertips passed through the printed part, fully feeling the special feel brought by the carving of his companions. It was real, yes!

He took the money in a daze and looked up at Dulin. Dulin pulled a chair and sat down, "Mr. Krien, I am very grateful to you for giving me a place to rest and eat when I was desperate. This changed my life for me. One hundred star dollars is the liquidated damages for Graff and me, which means that from now on, we terminate the labor contract."

"The extra fifty yuan is my personal thanks for your help when I need help the most. This is my sincere thanks, so I hope you can accept it. In addition, I hope you can write a receipt and invalidate the contract."

At this time, Mr. Crien came to his senses. He looked at Dulin with a complicated expression. He didn't know where this lucky boy had found a way out of wealth. It was not difficult to see from the degree of his grandeur of taking action that fifty yuan may no longer be a big sum in his heart.

As a capitalist, Mr. Krien has great devotion to capitalism. If Dulin was a poor boy, he would reveal his teeth and lean forward and spit his saliva on Dulin's face. But Dulin is now a rich man, and he must act in line with his identity and the other person's status, be elegant, noble, and not vulgar.

He thought about it, nodded and took out a piece of snow-white letter paper, wrote a receipt of one hundred yuan on the paper with a pen full of ink, and wrote the date, signed the letter, and stamped it. After that, he turned around and took out the contract between Dulin and Graff from the personnel file cabinet behind him, and stamped it on each page with an invalid seal that could be used very rarely.

From this moment, Dulin and Graff had no connection with the station anymore.

Dulin admired Mr. Krien's simplicity very much. He reached out to shake Mr. Krien, "It seems that we will deal with it. In about six days, two thousand five hundred boxes of low-alcohol will be shipped from other places. I hope to be able to keep it in the station warehouse for two more days because I need to contact the vehicle."

Mr. Crien was stunned. The 2,500 boxes of low-alcohol wine, even the worst one, was six yuan per box. He took a breath and reached out his other hand, holding Dulin's right hand tightly with both hands, and a "sweet" smile appeared on his face, "No problem, no problem at all, the customer's request is the purpose of our service. Any goods have three days to wait for transshipment after they arrive at the station, and it doesn't matter if they exceed the time limit. The cost of a warehouse for a day is only a trivial five yuan."

"In addition, Mr. Dulin may not know much. Actually, my son is for transportation!"

The power of capital is endless, but silent.

This huge leap from Dulin to Mr. Dulin was achieved with only 150 yuan and 2,500 boxes of goods. Money has penetrated into all aspects of society. The most terrifying thing is that people cannot even feel that money affects their judgments and thinking at all times.

"That's better. I'll come again after the things are shipped." Mr. Crien said of his son, and Dulin remembered the school he introduced, "By the way, last time you said there was a school that could teach me to read?"

"Yes, this is something like this." Mr. Crien immediately let go of his hands, took out a business card from the drawer, and handed it over with both hands.

Dulin took it and glanced, not far from where he lives now. In his dream, there was something saying "knowledge changes destiny", and he deeply agreed with it. Knowledge is a very terrible thing, just like money. When you don't have it, you may not feel that there is any difference between yourself and others, but when you have knowledge, you will find that you and others are not necessarily the same.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Crien, Dulin took Graf to the so-called "credit class". Not only did he want to go to literacy, Graf also wants to do it, Buddha, and all the illiterate members of the hometown association need it.
Chapter completed!