Chapter 10 "Wind Fortune" (10) Trade Union

The next day, operator Roy showed up at the Spike fuel cell factory station on time.

The co-workers looked at him in surprise, as if they were seeing a stranger;

Roy was wearing a plain new suit,

Wearing a striped pullover sweater, washed jeans, and a pair of maroon work boots, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, pouting and humming a tune, looking like a distant and comfortable swinger.

Bart came over and patted him on the shoulder:

"Why are you so happy? Young man, did you win the lottery?"

Roy smiled and said: "Brother Bart, you are really good at joking. If I really won the lottery, I would still be working at a damn job! I would have been in the nightclub and hugged everyone!"

"Hey, that makes sense! I'm going to have breakfast first, and we'll talk on the production line later."

Entering the third factory area, Anna rushed towards him and hugged him. Tears soaked Roy's chest:

"I thought...you...something happened..."

Roy hugged her and spun her around: "Don't worry, look at my arms and legs, they are neat and there is nothing missing."

"You've been missing all day! I went out to do errands in the afternoon, and when I came home in the evening I found you hadn't come back yet, so I started to panic, and no one bothered me when I went to the police station!

Tell me the truth, Roy, what the hell were you doing yesterday? Not even a single call!"

"To tell you the truth," Roy made a face: "I went to find Xiaomi to cheat on her."

"roll!"

"Really, I actually gave birth to seven or eight illegitimate children outside."

"Idiot!" Anna clenched her white fist and hit his chest:

"Don't be kidding! Be serious, I'm so worried!"

"Okay, honey, just kidding, don't be angry.

I went to have a drink with a friend yesterday and got drunk, so I slept at my buddy's house for the whole day and forgot to call to report that I was safe. I'm sorry."

"Really?" Anna flashed a pair of innocent big blue eyes.

"Okay, why don't I come back now? I also bought some new clothes, do they look good?"

"Very handsome... But we have to live frugally recently. I went home yesterday to ask for money, and happened to meet my brother who also came back to borrow money. It's not easy for everyone now... Anyway... the atmosphere is quite embarrassing."

"Didn't you give it?"

"It's almost time to arrive. I went to the low-rent housing management office yesterday. I have paid off the outstanding rent and management fees. There will be no more annoying reminder calls and threatening letters. Of course, the premise is that we pay the rent on time.

"

"That's good," Roy kissed her: "Thank you, dear, I will pay you back right away, with interest."

"Listen to me, Roy,

I really don’t have the shame to ask my parents for money anymore. They live on meager subsidies, and every penny they have is saved by tightening their belts.

If we want to get married, we must start living a hard life from now on and make up our minds to save money!"

Roy looked at Anna, feeling extremely distressed.

He wants to tell his lover loudly that we are rich!

But he couldn't do that, it wasn't safe yet and he couldn't let her know the truth.

So he lowered his head: "I decided to quit smoking, drink less alcohol, patch my clothes if they can, and put on sleeves when my sleeves are frayed. In short... I will work hard, and we will work hard to save money, and we will always be able to

Got through it."

"I knew... I was with the wrong person." Anna was a sentimental girl and wiped away tears again.

"Let's go to the locker room, we're going to be late.

I love you, Darling."

"I love you too."

As always, the workers lined up like a group of zombies to punch in time cards, change clothes, put on protective gear, disinfect and enter the third factory area.

People's eyes were attracted by two people,

A pair of bitter rivals gathered together. The president of the company and the leader of the guild were standing in front of a new production line to visit.

The tall man with a hooked nose and bald head is the famous entrepreneur, Mr. Spike Einfurt, the owner of this fuel cell factory.

The middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, dead eyes, and dark circles is the leader of the guild, Mr. Jimmy Brown.

The two people, who had always been at odds with each other, actually stood together. The workers didn't know what was going on and started talking about it. They were scolded by the production line supervisor before returning to their respective jobs.

A senior engineer is explaining intelligent processing equipment to two big shots;

"Gentlemen, what you have in front of you is the latest model ASKH-2000 robotic arm.

This big baby is equipped with 12 sets of zoom probes, a 16-core 32-thread high-frequency processor, and the most advanced IQMAX5000 artificial intelligence AI driver software.

It can weld 40 pieces of fuel cell shells per minute, easily achieving twice the efficiency of skilled workers.

Moreover, this baby does not need to eat or rest, it can be produced 24 hours a day, and only needs to be inspected once a week."

Mr. Sparks puffed on his cigar proudly. This was a serious violation of production safety regulations. However, he was the owner of the factory, so of course no one dared to care. The ash fell on the shiny black high-end leather shoes;

"Look at this production line. They are all smart equipment. Soon more exciting gadgets will be delivered, including robots and genetically modified humans that can walk freely.

By then, the entire factory will only need 5 engineers and 20 operators to maintain production. By then... haha...

Your union will probably have to call up robots to participate in the strike march. It’s so fun... hahaha!"

Spike's hoarse mocking voice echoed in the factory, as unpleasant as the quacking of a duck.

Union leader Jimmy Brown still wore his trademark bitter face. This man seemed to have never been happy or desperate. He waited until the other party's laughter ended before he spoke;

"Tell me, Mr. Spike Einfurt,

If the union dissolves and the workers are laid off, who will buy your product? Do you want the robot to pay for its own batteries?"

"Um...well..."

Spike was speechless for a moment, but he quickly figured out a way to regain some face for himself:

"We have federal government procurement projects and are not particularly dependent on the consumer market."

"Oh, that's it, it's really amazing."

Jimmy Brown sneered and clapped;

"Thank you for taking me to visit the factory. I still have some important matters to deal with urgently. I'm sorry that I can't have dinner with you. I can only say goodbye immediately."

After the union leader left, Spark Einfurt put away his hypocritical smile, became furious, stamped his feet and cursed:

"Damn it! Jimmy Brown...this hypocritical bastard! How dare you make things difficult for me!"

He took his anger out on the poor engineer and hit him over the head with his file bag;

"Let's go! Inform all departments and go upstairs for a meeting!"

Roy's production line happened to be not far from where they were talking, so he could hear it very clearly.

Bart turned his head and said:

"Hey, Spike, this stupid thing, knows how to squeeze workers. This time he meets a powerful character, so he will be defeated! He deserves it!"
Chapter completed!