Chapter 556: One Plan Failed

In one encounter, half of the dozen or so supervisors were gone, and the remaining ones no longer dared to move forward and retreated tremblingly.

Because they discovered that these guys who refused to retaliate when scolded or hit actually dared to attack them!

The first few people who were knocked over were still lying on the ground groaning. They were obviously seriously injured. If any of the hired workers had done anything wrong, wouldn't their lives be at stake here?

Bonuses are good, but they are not as valuable as life.

What's more important is that even their leader Gore is hiding behind, so why should they fight against these madmen who have nothing?

Seeing the timid look on the supervisors' faces, the morale of the workers was boosted!

"You coward, get out of here!"

"Call the people in Baiguoyuan who can talk to us!"

"It's best to call your boss over! If the factory doesn't admit its mistake, we won't resume work!"

Momola waved her hand, "Take away these people's weapons and return them to them!"

"okay!"

The six overseers who soon lost their combat effectiveness were thrown in front of Goyle.

Looking at his men with bruises and swollen faces, Gore felt veins popping up on his forehead.

He raised his head, stared at Momola and the others, gritted his teeth and said, "You are crazy - if I tell my brother about this, you will never get good results. It's too late to regret now!"

"Our thoughts will not change." Momola stood up and said, "There is only one possibility for everyone to resume work, and that is to change the past factory practices, cancel those unreasonable rules, and admit all the mistakes you have made. ”

"Who instructed you to do this?" Gore clenched his fists. This was the first time that he had been so embarrassed in front of the employees, "Do you really think you can force Pagoda to make concessions? You don't even know what you are...just a bunch of low-level scum! It would be easy for the factory to replace you. "

"Then replace us quickly. We don't want to work anymore with such a small salary anyway!"

"Well said, you can unload the cargo on the ship yourself!"

"Don't forget to add water to the steam engine!"

Workers responded with boos.

Gao Er glanced at everyone bitterly, turned around and walked back to the factory, "Let's go back!"

As if they had been granted amnesty, the supervisors quickly followed the boss out of the shanty town.

"Boss, what are we going to do? The ship carrying the fruit is still waiting to be unloaded at the dock."

"Six hundred people are breathing out from the same nostril, they must have started to connect in series a long time ago!"

"Damn it, why didn't you discover the problem in advance?"

"Then ask the person who was on duty a few days ago. I was still guarding the warehouse..."

"Shut up!" Gower shouted impatiently. Apart from shirking responsibility and pretending to be smart afterwards, these people are useless at all. There were signs of a series of connections, but it was a pity that he didn't take it seriously at the time and put the horns in a cage and tortured them. At that time, he thought it was just the people from the production team who wanted to continue to help the expelled guy, but now he realized that he had underestimated them.

"Six hundred people, are you all blind?" Gower said fiercely, "Actually, there are only a hundred or so people who are willing to follow them. There was such a commotion at the entrance of the shanty town, but there were not many people behind it. They came here to watch the excitement. What does this mean? They have controlled some of the employees!"

"Isn't this a hijacking?" one supervisor shouted, "We can break them up as long as we report it to the police station!"

"Then what? Doesn't the investigation take time?" Gower looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Who is the kidnapped person and who is the hijacker? They should all be put in jail and investigated. I'm afraid it won't take three to five days. It’s all over. What to do with the goods, let them rot in the factory?”

"But didn't you just say that you wanted to recruit a group of new workers..."

Gao Er felt his blood surge, "Okay, how about I leave this task to you? If you can't recruit 600 people in a day, you might as well not come back!"

The latter quickly shut up.

This group of people is simply hateful, Gore cursed secretly. If they don't make trouble sooner or later, they just pick the time to produce new products. How can six hundred workers be replaced just by saying they are replacing them? What's more, there are more than one jam-producing factories. If competitors know the details of this matter, they may not be able to recruit enough people in half a month.

I'm afraid Momola and the others have also considered this and are so confident.

The matter has reached this point, and it is no longer something he can solve alone.

But when he thought of reporting to his elder brother, Gao Er couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

Just as he was hesitating, a familiar figure suddenly walked out of the door of the factory.

"Goyle, can you tell me why the factory hasn't started production yet?"

Gore's heart skipped a beat. The questioner was none other than his brother and the manager of the Orchard, Philip Law.

His face was very calm, as if he just wanted to know the answer to this matter, but as Gower, who knew the other party's temper well, this kind of calmness was the most terrifying. Philip always treated his guests politely and like a gentleman, and few people had seen him behave when he was angry. And Gower remembered very clearly that almost all the hired workers he saw had sunk into the Ambergris River.

The brotherhood between the two is not based on blood, so he is afraid that he will also become what the other party calls "unnecessary waste."

"Brother, please listen to my explanation!" Seeing that it was impossible to hide anything, Gao Er could only bite the bullet and explain the whole story. "...They asked for an interview with you, otherwise they will never resume work."

Phillip raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh? There is such a thing?"

"Brother, what do you think we should do?"

He glanced at the supervisors, "Let's talk about it in the office."

After closing the door, Philip poured himself a cup of tea slowly, "What do you think about this?"

"It was my negligence that I failed to detect their collusion in advance, which caused them to make such a fuss-"

"Okay." The manager interrupted him, "I didn't ask you this. Although you are definitely responsible, the punishment you will bear is the last thing to consider. I asked about the matter itself. Do you have any solution now?"

"We must be tough to the end and never let them think that the factory is weak and can be bullied." Gore said without hesitation. For some reason, Philip was not as angry as he expected, which was undoubtedly good news for him. "If one factory is not enough, we can transfer people from other factories, or directly recruit thugs from the black street. As long as we can get two or three hundred people together, we can defeat the organizers in one go!"

The next is the execution time. Anyone who took the lead in making trouble and attacked the supervisors will be tied outside the factory for public display. As for Momora and the Horned beasts, beating them to death would not be a problem. Goyle was very familiar with killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. He believed that as long as the leaders were dealt with, the rest would naturally give up their delusions.