Internationale is a magical song. In various major language versions, the translations of all countries around the world have chosen the same transliteration. "Intner Honnel" is listened to in any country.

At the same time, "international" is also the abbreviation of the "International Workers Association". It was born in the bloody Paris Commune and was the voice of resistance of the lower class people to totalitarian tyranny. Therefore, not only the red countries can sing it, but also the workers in Britain, the United States or France can sing Intner's sing when they strike.

As the earliest industrial country, the strikes of British workers were huge and powerful.

As early as 1912, there was a one-million-ab job strike in the UK, and the parliament was forced to set a minimum wage standard, which has continued to this day.

Just recently in 1979, the famous "Winter of Dissatisfaction" strike in the history of British strikes was launched, and Callahan's Labor government was defeated by the Conservative government led by Mrs. Thatcher.

What’s more coincidental is that in 1984, the more famous "Absenteeism Strike from 1984 to 1985" in the history of British strikes is underway.

The strike will last for a whole year from 1984 to 1985, and will have far-reachingly affected the British political ecology and even changed the political ecology of the entire Europe.

Wells didn't need to pay attention to future political changes. He just knew clearly that strikes were extremely terrible and that the power of the working class was extremely powerful.

How powerful is it? Two months ago, there were more than 10,000 strike miners at the Ogrif Coking Plant near Rotheram, fighting against more than 10,000 policemen. The media reported widely and called it the "Battle of Ogrif". In this battle, there were police officers riding on horseback, who repeatedly attacked the miners in front of media reporters, and seriously injured many miners with batons.

Wells looked around and saw that the only policeman present was policeman Xiao He, a boy who looked very clean and usually loved to laugh. He was the most likely character in novels and movies.

"Zhang, please tell them that I am just an ordinary company manager. I am not a shareholder of the company or an executive. If they request a strike, or... there are revolutionary requirements, I have no right to decide these. Only by letting me return to the UK can I convey their request." Wells stuttered to Zhang Sheng.

Yang Rui listened next to him and almost burst into laughter.

Zhang Sheng also felt embarrassed and whispered: "Mr. Wells, no revolution has happened, everyone is just asking for wage arrears."

"Check for salary?"

"Guan Shen, after the head of West Jet was driven away, the factory workers did not get paid the salary last month. They asked for the salary."

"that's all?"

"that's all."

Wells breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What is the total salary? Pay them and let them spread."

"They have not had a job for half a month, so have they paid their full salary?" Zhang Sheng conscientiously demanded himself at the request of an interpreter.

Wells asked unexpectedly: "Can you not pay the remaining half month's salary?"

"I think it should be possible, after all, the work has been suspended in the past half month."

"Can the union agree?"

"There is no trade union in China...it's not right. China's trade unions usually just give up something, and don't do union things."

"Who does union business?"

Zhang Sheng thought for a while and said, "It shouldn't be..."

"Okay, give them half a month's salary, you come and negotiate." Wells said, hesitating, and said, "They won't go on strike, right?"

"Of course not, China has not made a strike."

"No?"

"Of course, we are a country where the working class is in charge. Workers are the masters of the country. How can the masters go on strike?" Zhang Sheng said and laughed.

Wells calmed down and said, "Labor should really come to China to see it. Okay, you negotiate with them and say we are willing to pay half a month's salary, ask them to give way out and check the equipment and factory conditions in the factory."

"Okay." Zhang Sheng was full of confidence. The Chinese branch of Jielikang was established for only one year, which was a rare opportunity to show his face.

Yang Rui stood in the crowd, his face turned red when he heard it.

"Tian Shichang, come here." Yang Rui pulled Tian Shichang into the corner, talked about Zhang Sheng and Wells' plans in a simplified manner, and said: "You go and tell Director Li about the situation, and in addition, pick up someone who can understand English to send someone here."

Tian Shichang smiled bitterly: "Many people understand English, but I probably don't have those who can understand big-nosed words."

Yang Rui then realized that in 1984, when the recorder was not yet popular, you must at least have to listen to it with a fluent London accent or whatever the accent. As for the current conditions in China, you are said to be a recorder, and you can't find a recording tape, and you even have incomplete English textbooks. Even university English professors from some universities, there are many people who speak fluent Hedong accent English.

In this environment, local factories like Xibao Meat Converged Factory really cannot get English talents.

"At least, find someone who can understand English and come and check for the shortcomings." Yang Rui didn't want to be a listening translator himself. On the one hand, it was because of fatigue, but the most important thing was to avoid suspicion.

Tian Shichang took the order and left.

He whispered to the workers around him and sent out the message in a wave-like manner.

After a while, Zhang Sheng and Wells also discussed countermeasures and went to negotiate with the workers.

"Everyone, this is Mr. Wells, the British representative sent by our Gelicon. We are now in line with..."

"Dare to Kill!"

"Dare to Kill!"

"Dare to Kill!"

More than twenty West Jet workers shouted in unison.

"What?" Zhang Sheng didn't react at once.

The cold sweat on Wells' face was about to flow down, and he repeated the "Death Rag" in English!

Zhang Sheng understood this time, and Death Rak is obviously a transliteration of the strike!

Very clear signal.

"The WestJet factory is on strike!" Wells' white face couldn't see any blood: "You said China has no strike."

"The constitution was amended the year before, and the right to strike was deleted." Zhang Sheng explained with a yellow face, and was panicked, and he desperately recalled what he learned: "But we have not prohibited strikes."

"What's the meaning?"

“That is, in China, freedom of strike is not like the UK, a basic right of citizens, but this does not mean that under any circumstances, any strike is illegal, because our law does not prohibit strikes…”

"So is it allowed or not?" Wells was extremely anxious, and the British also had qualitative problems.

Zhang Sheng looked back at Director Li, then at Team Leader Feng and others, and whispered: "The current situation is probably allowed."

"It seems that only half of the monthly salary will probably not stop the strike?" When the matter came, Wells calmed down. The scene he was most afraid of had happened. What else could he do?

After thinking about it, Wells automatically raised the price and said, "I allow you to give the workers three times the monthly salary, and you can negotiate with them."

"Okay." Zhang Sheng was also a little scared.

Yang Rui couldn't hear their conversation now, and he was still just watching. The scene in front of him was too pediatric, and the British didn't know what was going on. The West Jet Factory and the West Jet Meat Factory had to deal with were actually the provincial party committee investigation team, and what Jet Likan thought was not important at all.

You should be polite and rude to the provincial party committee investigation team, and rude to Jielikang is enough.

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Chapter completed!