Chapter 213
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On November 21, no valuable progress was made in the negotiations between the mayor of Saibin and the representatives of striking workers. What the workers demanded exceeded the bottom line of the mayor and the representatives of capitalists participating in the negotiations.
They demand more wages, less working hours and better benefits.
If we only talk about one of them, or each project requires relatively small concessions, then the problem is not big. Just like the workers of drinking water companies, they don't ask much, which has the basis for reaching an agreement.
However, these representatives of striking workers demand too much. The most ridiculous thing is that a worker representative demands that the working hours per week be reduced from the original 60 hours to 50 hours, that the salary be increased by 5%, and that there be meat and fresh fruit at noon every day.
Even if the capitalists are slaughtered, they will not agree to this request. Of course, the 15 workers' representatives maintain a common camp and front to some extent. Even if some workers think they can talk, they refuse peace talks for the sake of the so-called situation.
The persistent differences made the negotiation a farce. The representatives of workers and capitalists ended the negotiation in mutual accusations and abuse.
This makes the workers think that the mayor is insincere. They think that the mayor is on the side of the capitalists. With the provocation of a small group of people and the escalation of the bupayne shooting incident, the unrest in Saibin city and even the whole state has escalated again.
People have begun to blatantly smash, loot and burn. They will even shout the slogan "who will shoot me" in the process of breaking the law to vent their dissatisfaction with the current situation.
Some people actually understand that this is a wrong practice, but they won't say that speaking is not the smartest choice at this time.
On November 23, seeing that everything was really out of control, the governor made a public speech. He called on all people to return to their rooms from the street as soon as possible, and close the doors and windows to protect their personal safety and property safety.
At the same time, it also urged those who beat, smash, loot and burn to surrender voluntarily, and ordered the runaway demonstrations to be stopped immediately.
These words that seem to be spoken only by dictators do not play any role. People's free will is extremely precious. Although they are hungry and feel that every step is a pain to their body, they still hold high flags and shout slogans feebly.
At 7:30 p.m. on November 24, the governor personally signed this year's meticulous personal appearance. Coupled with the military uniform, he had a very heavy temperament.
He held the door and looked at the ordinary people blocking their way, because he was standing behind the lights. People only saw two very bright headlights and a vague shadow, and could not see his appearance.
The major went to the car. He looked at the people, then raised his wrist and looked at the watch on his wrist. "There are five minutes to five thirty. According to the governor's order, everyone must return home and be under military control before five thirty."
He put down his wrist and looked at these people indifferently. "You only have four minutes left. If you are still in my sight after four minutes, you don't have to go back."
Some of the strike workers who blocked the way of the soldiers have begun to have weak legs. In fact, those who can agree to the requirements of the trade union (represented by the workers, not directly contact the trade union) and come to test at this time are bold people themselves.
But in the face of these indifferent soldiers, their courage of beating, smashing, looting and burning seems to be disappearing rapidly.
The loss of courage also makes the songs they sing less majestic and more twilight and cowardice. This should not be the singing style of long live the free Federation.
Facing these people, the major calmly stood in front of the car, his hands behind him, and his blue gray eyes stared at these people indifferently.
Later, he said, "there are three minutes left..."
People's singing voice has weakened a little. If they don't hold each other's arms, I'm afraid someone can't help leaving here.
Although it is said that both soldiers and police have guns, their nature is completely different, and soldiers make people feel afraid.
"Two minutes..."
"One minute!"
Speaking of one minute, the major raised his wrist again. He stared at the dial on his wrist, "you still have 47 seconds. Now it's 43 seconds, 42 seconds..."
He was counting down, a person's not loud voice suppressed everyone's voice, and the disappearance of the song made the atmosphere dignified.
Some people broke away from other people's arms and turned to run in the direction where they lived in the city, but others thought it was just a threat from the soldiers. They just stood here and the army was not qualified to attack them.
Looking at fewer and fewer people, a sneer appeared at the corners of the major's mouth, "ten..."
"Nine..."
"Forget it, it seems that you won't leave, so I won't count down..." he withdrew his wrist and turned to look at another soldier standing behind him. "Isn't my joke funny?"
In this late autumn morning, the soldier secreted some sweat from his forehead. He smiled a little nervously, "ha ha," very funny, major. "
When the major looked at him and saw his hair, he said, "it's too boastful. When we go back, we'll double the basic training." after that, he held the door and returned to the car again, and issued an order to the soldiers behind him, "arrest these insurgents and kill them if necessary."
All of a sudden, all soldiers rushed out like wild... Wolves out of the fence. They used their most professional military skills on ordinary people who had no resistance.
Sitting in the car, watching those ordinary people being beaten and bleeding, being severely pressed on the ground, and at least the muzzle of two guns pointed at their heads, the major was satisfied to put on the kid's leather gloves again.
He knew that what he was doing now would be reported to his chief officer at the military base, or even to the Ministry of defense, but he didn't care.
He knows very well that this country is about to shed its harmless disguise under pressure. In the next ten years, at least ten years, it will become a paradise for hawks and radicals, which is also the era most loved by all military people.
The tougher and more radical he is now, the more opportunities he will have in the future.
The rank of major is enough to know some high-level trends. He hopes that his performance can be seen by the high-level. He wants to take the army abroad to perform tasks and let the world see the strength of federal soldiers!
Let them understand that the isolation of the Federation is not from fear, but from not wanting to hurt others!
In less than a minute, the strikers, who were powerless by the police, were beaten black and blue, tied their wrists with a string of small arm thick rope, dressed in a string and connected behind an armored vehicle.
If they don't want to be dragged, they'd better trot forward. At this time, these people with pain all over have no complaints and no curses, so they can only follow silently.
At half past five, the eastern sky began to turn a little white.
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On November 21, no valuable progress was made in the negotiations between the mayor of Saibin and the representatives of striking workers. What the workers demanded exceeded the bottom line of the mayor and the representatives of capitalists participating in the negotiations.
They demand more wages, less working hours and better benefits.
If we only talk about one of them, or each project requires relatively small concessions, then the problem is not big. Just like the workers of drinking water companies, they don't ask much, which has the basis for reaching an agreement.
However, these representatives of striking workers demand too much. The most ridiculous thing is that a worker representative demands that the working hours per week be reduced from the original 60 hours to 50 hours, that the salary be increased by 5%, and that there be meat and fresh fruit at noon every day.
Even if the capitalists are slaughtered, they will not agree to this request. Of course, the 15 workers' representatives maintain a common camp and front to some extent. Even if some workers think they can talk, they refuse peace talks for the sake of the so-called situation.
The persistent differences made the negotiation a farce. The representatives of workers and capitalists ended the negotiation in mutual accusations and abuse.
This makes the workers think that the mayor is insincere. They think that the mayor is on the side of the capitalists. With the provocation of a small group of people and the escalation of the bupayne shooting incident, the unrest in Saibin city and even the whole state has escalated again.
People have begun to blatantly smash, loot and burn. They will even shout the slogan "who will shoot me" in the process of breaking the law to vent their dissatisfaction with the current situation.
Some people actually understand that this is a wrong practice, but they won't say that speaking is not the smartest choice at this time.
On November 23, seeing that everything was really out of control, the governor made a public speech. He called on all people to return to their rooms from the street as soon as possible, and close the doors and windows to protect their personal safety and property safety.
At the same time, it also urged those who beat, smash, loot and burn to surrender voluntarily, and ordered the runaway demonstrations to be stopped immediately.
These words that seem to be spoken only by dictators do not play any role. People's free will is extremely precious. Although they are hungry and feel that every step is a pain to their body, they still hold high flags and shout slogans feebly.
At 7:30 p.m. on November 24, the governor personally signed this year's meticulous personal appearance. Coupled with the military uniform, he had a very heavy temperament.
He held the door and looked at the ordinary people blocking their way, because he was standing behind the lights. People only saw two very bright headlights and a vague shadow, and could not see his appearance.
The major went to the car. He looked at the people, then raised his wrist and looked at the watch on his wrist. "There are five minutes to five thirty. According to the governor's order, everyone must return home and be under military control before five thirty."
He put down his wrist and looked at these people indifferently. "You only have four minutes left. If you are still in my sight after four minutes, you don't have to go back."
Some of the strike workers who blocked the way of the soldiers have begun to have weak legs. In fact, those who can agree to the requirements of the trade union (represented by the workers, not directly contact the trade union) and come to test at this time are bold people themselves.
But in the face of these indifferent soldiers, their courage of beating, smashing, looting and burning seems to be disappearing rapidly.
The loss of courage also makes the songs they sing less majestic and more twilight and cowardice. This should not be the singing style of long live the free Federation.
Facing these people, the major calmly stood in front of the car, his hands behind him, and his blue gray eyes stared at these people indifferently.
Later, he said, "there are three minutes left..."
People's singing voice has weakened a little. If they don't hold each other's arms, I'm afraid someone can't help leaving here.
Although it is said that both soldiers and police have guns, their nature is completely different, and soldiers make people feel afraid.
"Two minutes..."
"One minute!"
Speaking of one minute, the major raised his wrist again. He stared at the dial on his wrist, "you still have 47 seconds. Now it's 43 seconds, 42 seconds..."
He was counting down, a person's not loud voice suppressed everyone's voice, and the disappearance of the song made the atmosphere dignified.
Some people broke away from other people's arms and turned to run in the direction where they lived in the city, but others thought it was just a threat from the soldiers. They just stood here and the army was not qualified to attack them.
Looking at fewer and fewer people, a sneer appeared at the corners of the major's mouth, "ten..."
"Nine..."
"Forget it, it seems that you won't leave, so I won't count down..." he withdrew his wrist and turned to look at another soldier standing behind him. "Isn't my joke funny?"
In this late autumn morning, the soldier secreted some sweat from his forehead. He smiled a little nervously, "ha ha," very funny, major. "
When the major looked at him and saw his hair, he said, "it's too boastful. When we go back, we'll double the basic training." after that, he held the door and returned to the car again, and issued an order to the soldiers behind him, "arrest these insurgents and kill them if necessary."
All of a sudden, all soldiers rushed out like wild... Wolves out of the fence. They used their most professional military skills on ordinary people who had no resistance.
Sitting in the car, watching those ordinary people being beaten and bleeding, being severely pressed on the ground, and at least the muzzle of two guns pointed at their heads, the major was satisfied to put on the kid's leather gloves again.
He knew that what he was doing now would be reported to his chief officer at the military base, or even to the Ministry of defense, but he didn't care.
He knows very well that this country is about to shed its harmless disguise under pressure. In the next ten years, at least ten years, it will become a paradise for hawks and radicals, which is also the era most loved by all military people.
The tougher and more radical he is now, the more opportunities he will have in the future.
The rank of major is enough to know some high-level trends. He hopes that his performance can be seen by the high-level. He wants to take the army abroad to perform tasks and let the world see the strength of federal soldiers!
Let them understand that the isolation of the Federation is not from fear, but from not wanting to hurt others!
In less than a minute, the strikers, who were powerless by the police, were beaten black and blue, tied their wrists with a string of small arm thick rope, dressed in a string and connected behind an armored vehicle.
If they don't want to be dragged, they'd better trot forward. At this time, these people with pain all over have no complaints and no curses, so they can only follow silently.
At half past five, the eastern sky began to turn a little white.
On November 21, no valuable progress was made in the negotiations between the mayor of Saibin and the representatives of striking workers. What the workers demanded exceeded the bottom line of the mayor and the representatives of capitalists participating in the negotiations.They demand more wages, less working hours and better benefits.If we only talk about one of them, or each project requires relatively small concessions, then the problem is not big. Just like the workers of drinking water companies, they don't ask much, which has the basis for reaching an agreement.However, these representatives of striking workers demand too much. The most ridiculous thing is that a worker representative demands that the working hours per week be reduced from the original 60 hours to 50 hours, that the salary be increased by 5%, and that there be meat and fresh fruit at noon every day.Even if the capitalists are slaughtered, they will not agree to this request. Of course, the 15 workers' representatives maintain a common camp and front to some extent. Even if some workers think they can talk, they refuse peace talks for the sake of the so-called situation.The persistent differences made the negotiation a farce. The representatives of workers and capitalists ended the negotiation in mutual accusations and abuse.This makes the workers think that the mayor is insincere. They think that the mayor is on the side of the capitalists. With the provocation of a small group of people and the escalation of the bupayne shooting incident, the unrest in Saibin city and even the whole state has escalated again.People have begun to blatantly smash, loot and burn. They will even shout the slogan "who will shoot me" in the process of breaking the law to vent their dissatisfaction with the current situation.Some people actually understand that this is a wrong practice, but they won't say that speaking is not the smartest choice at this time.On November 23, seeing that everything was really out of control, the governor made a public speech. He called on all people to return to their rooms from the street as soon as possible, and close the doors and windows to protect their personal safety and property safety.At the same time, it also urged those who beat, smash, loot and burn to surrender voluntarily, and ordered the runaway demonstrations to be stopped immediately.These words that seem to be spoken only by dictators do not play any role. People's free will is extremely precious. Although they are hungry and feel that every step is a pain to their body, they still hold high flags and shout slogans feebly.At 7:30 p.m. on November 24, the governor personally signed this year's meticulous personal appearance. Coupled with the military uniform, he had a very heavy temperament.He held the door and looked at the ordinary people blocking their way, because he was standing behind the lights. People only saw two very bright headlights and a vague shadow, and could not see his appearance.The major went to the car. He looked at the people, then raised his wrist and looked at the watch on his wrist. "There are five minutes to five thirty. According to the governor's order, everyone must return home and be under military control before five thirty."He put down his wrist and looked at these people indifferently. "You only have four minutes left. If you are still in my sight after four minutes, you don't have to go back."Some of the strike workers who blocked the way of the soldiers have begun to have weak legs. In fact, those who can agree to the requirements of the trade union represented by the workers, not directly contact the trade union and come to test at this time are bold people themselves.But in the face of these indifferent soldiers, their courage of beating, smashing, looting and burning seems to be disappearing rapidly.The loss of courage also makes the songs they sing less majestic and more twilight and cowardice. This should not be the singing style of long live the free Federation.Facing these people, the major calmly stood in front of the car, his hands behind him, and his blue gray eyes stared at these people indifferently.Later, he said, "there are three minutes left..."People's singing voice has weakened a little. If they don't hold each other's arms, I'm afraid someone can't help leaving here.Although it is said that both soldiers and police have guns, their nature is completely different, and soldiers make people feel afraid."Two minutes...""One minute!"Speaking of one minute, the major raised his wrist again. He stared at the dial on his wrist, "you still have 47 seconds. Now it's 43 seconds, 42 seconds..."He was counting down, a person's not loud voice suppressed everyone's voice, and the disappearance of the song made the atmosphere dignified.Some people broke away from other people's arms and turned to run in the direction where they lived in the city, but others thought it was just a threat from the soldiers. They just stood here and the army was not qualified to attack them.Looking at fewer and fewer people, a sneer appeared at the corners of the major's mouth, "ten...""Nine...""Forget it, it seems that you won't leave, so I won't count down..." he withdrew his wrist and turned to look at another soldier standing behind him. "Isn't my joke funny?"In this late autumn morning, the soldier secreted some sweat from his forehead. He smiled a little nervously, "ha ha," very funny, major. "When the major looked at him and saw his hair, he said, "it's too boastful. When we go back, we'll double the basic training." after that, he held the door and returned to the car again, and issued an order to the soldiers behind him, "arrest these insurgents and kill them if necessary."All of a sudden, all soldiers rushed out like wild... Wolves out of the fence. They used their most professional military skills on ordinary people who had no resistance.Sitting in the car, watching those ordinary people being beaten and bleeding, being severely pressed on the ground, and at least the muzzle of two guns pointed at their heads, the major was satisfied to put on the kid's leather gloves again.He knew that what he was doing now would be reported to his chief officer at the military base, or even to the Ministry of defense, but he didn't care.He knows very well that this country is about to shed its harmless disguise under pressure. In the next ten years, at least ten years, it will become a paradise for hawks and radicals, which is also the era most loved by all military people.The tougher and more radical he is now, the more opportunities he will have in the future.The rank of major is enough to know some high-level trends. He hopes that his performance can be seen by the high-level. He wants to take the army abroad to perform tasks and let the world see the strength of federal soldiers!Let them understand that the isolation of the Federation is not from fear, but from not wanting to hurt others!In less than a minute, the strikers, who were powerless by the police, were beaten black and blue, tied their wrists with a string of small arm thick rope, dressed in a string and connected behind an armored vehicle.If they don't want to be dragged, they'd better trot forward. At this time, these people with pain all over have no complaints and no curses, so they can only follow silently.At half past five, the eastern sky began to turn a little white.
