Four Hundred and Forty-Five Capitalists, No Feelings

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It's May 1st, and Lorraine is out at sea, thinking about Labor Day.

Labor Day in history has to wait and see until 1889, when Engels, the rich man, led the Second International to hold a meeting in Paris and proposed to hold a global strike on May 1, and for the first time proposed to designate this day as International Labor Day.

Therefore, from the beginning of its birth, Labor Day was a struggle initiated by laborers led by capitalists in order to fight for the right not to work. In nature, it is very similar to the trade union movement manipulated by Lorraine.

But having said that, the essence of the proletarian movement turned out to be the capitalist group's struggle for the right to speak. If the proletarians did play a role in the scramble and fulfilled their role as a megaphone, they should get some dividends, and it is not worth complaining about.

What Lorraine thought was, what would he do if he encountered such a movement?

Drake's employees have been treated like heaven.

They only need to work 14 hours a day, and they have 29 holidays a year. The standard Christmas holiday is as high as 7 days, and the total number of holidays in a year reaches 35 days.

What does this represent?

Taking Boston as an example, ordinary factory workers work 363 days a year, 18 hours a day, a total of 6534 hours, with an average salary of 12.7 pounds.

Drake's shore employees work 330 days a year, 14 hours a day, a total of 4620 hours, with an average salary of 13.2 pounds.

Work 70% of the time and get paid 104%. Drake's money is easy to earn, and Lorraine's benefits are certainly the best in the United States, if not the best in the world.

But people are greedy.

The more you give, the more dissatisfied he is. From the vigorous development of the trade union, it can be seen that employees are still dissatisfied with the current preferential treatment.

Once they are incited by the first, second and third international, even a boss with a conscience like Lorraine will still be labeled as a cannibal capitalist.

Is it necessary to plan ahead like the trade union movement and form Drake International or Associated Press International first?

After all, a hundred years is not far away for a consortium. Even if Lorraine cannot meet him, his descendants will certainly not be able to avoid it.

Thinking of his descendants, Lorraine's face darkened.

He turned around guiltily, and only saw the third helmsman in rotation at the helm position. He squinted his eyes again, and finally saw Hai Na and Qiao Xiao who were training the white ears on the railing of the poop looking at the sea. Noah.

Everyone is not young...

In this world, aristocratic women usually declare adulthood at the age of sixteen and marry at the age of eighteen. Men generally reach adulthood at eighteen, and they will determine their marriage partner before the age of twenty-three.

And Henna is already twenty-six, Carmen and Lorraine are both twenty-five at the same age, and even the youngest Nuoya is twenty-three, far beyond the age to talk about marriage.

But can this kind of thing really be discussed?

Lorraine looked at Noah, Carmen appeared in the left brain, and Henna was outlined in the right brain...

"I can only choose one..." he muttered depressingly.

Karen walked over carrying a pile of wooden boards, and happened to hear this sentence in his ears: "Why choose one?"

Lorraine's expression froze: "It's okay, Karen, how old are you?"

Without knowing it, Karen put down the wooden board and counted for a long time with his thick carrot-like fingers: "The next birthday will be 30,

It's still far from the age you stipulated for disembarking, what's the matter? "

Lorraine scratched her nose: "Then what...you don't seem to have a girlfriend yet?"

Karen's expression changed drastically: "Could it be that my mother..."

Sure enough, every family has sutras.

Lorraine waved his hand with emotion: "It's okay, go ahead."

Thinking that he blocked Lorraine's words, Karen picked up the plank and jumped quickly. Looking at his back, which was as nimble as a polar bear, Lorraine made a big note of the talkative Adrey in his heart.

If it weren't for this bastard's talkativeness, how could the majestic Baiqi Pirate King fall into the love of his mother-in-law and his mother!

Wang also poked his head out of the kitchen cabin with an iron spoon, and rang the alarm bell outside the kitchen cabin.

Min, it's time to eat.

According to regulations, the sailors will have meals in five batches, each batch of 85 people, and the meal time is 30 minutes. The non-core seafarers of each round are also in the dining cabin. There is no preferential treatment in food, and only drinks such as wine, tea, and coffee are allowed. Proprietary share other than supply.

Core sailors don't eat in big restaurants.

As capitalists, they neither shared food with the sailors, nor did they follow the biological clock of the sailors' three meals a day. Two o'clock in the afternoon is their unshakable lunch time, otherwise, they would not be able to reasonably arrange a reasonable interval between meals and tea.

Thinking suddenly returned to the evil capitalist mode, Lorraine was very happy, because this is the mentality that should be approaching the battlefield, cold-blooded, selfish, and everything is measured by money, and there will be no moment of hesitation when facing a choice.

He saw Katerina coming out of the sailor's restaurant and went to meet her.

"How's the menu for today?"

“Spain salad, goulash with potatoes, and the standard Drake tea soup. The staple is the Wangye oat bread that we curse every day, and I miss the taste of black bread every time I eat it.”

Lorraine raised her eyebrows: "Have you eaten?"

"I originally planned to eat with the sailors. I don't drink morning tea anyway, but seeing the oatmeal bread, I decided to wait for the small restaurant."

"A wise decision." Lorraine laughed.

Katerina laughed too.

She stroked her gorgeous red hair and looked at the high-spirited ships far and near on the sea.

They are the direct fleet that is still intact or has been repaired after the Battle of the Virgin Islands, with a total of 18 ships.

Including 4 ships of the fifth-tier Galen type, the Yarvette, the Brunhilde, the Grey, and the Gerndal.

There are 8 ships of the sixth-tier Brig type, the warship Bird, the Sea Parrot, the White Pelican, the Sea Turtle, the Saunder, the Storm Petrel, the Merlin, and the Skua.

There are 6 tier-6 Brigatins, Dark Champagne, Cornflower, Bell Flower, Hydrangea, Wisteria, and Oleander.

In addition, there are still three ships still being repaired in the dock, namely the Jeershkogur, the Golden Deer, and the Desert Rose, which was once captured in the naval battle of Vieques Island.

They are using a standard spindle formation to advance at a slow speed of less than six knots. Their wings are tightened, their heads and tails are protruding, and the fifth-tier ships are included. Kiri.

An inexplicable sense of pride welled up in Katerina's heart, and she couldn't help but sigh: "They've been waiting for Valkyrie, the longest one has been waiting for three full years, and now it's finally here."

"That's right." Lorraine sighed, "The Golden Deer is too old. It's over 30 years old and has been severely damaged more than once. In front of them, she is like an old and beautiful woman, even if it is well maintained, It has long been impossible to keep up with their footsteps."

"Now she finally doesn't have to force herself anymore." Katerina stomped the thick deck under her feet, "How do you plan to arrange the Golden Deer? Send it to Europe? Or stay in America?"

"Actually, I don't plan to hand her over to anyone." Lorraine said, "Miami Town has already begun to open, and it will reach 3,000 permanent residents by next year."

"At that time, the General Chamber of Commerce will move there. At the same time, the First Fleet and the Special Service Fleet under the Direct Fleet will also move there. The Ship Development Research Center, the Fire Control Research Center in St. Dyna and the Steam Power Research Center in Boston, Lu Western Business School and St. Dynas Maritime Academy."

"The Maritime Academy does not have its own teaching ship yet. I plan to hand over the Artis Beauty, Butterfly and Golden Deer to them, and use our former flagship to train Drake's future sailors."

Katerina's eyes lit up: "This is an incomparably good idea! Where's the Dao Biao? Will she go there too?"

"Only she can't..." Lorraine spread her hands regretfully, "I know you have deep feelings for her, but you should understand that she is not suitable."

"I also know that she is not suitable..." Katerina's eyes dimmed, "Let's not talk about this, the delivery time for Driki is on the 7th, and at the current speed, we will arrive in Bridgetown on the 5th. So ...Where do you think Blackbeard will appear?"

"If I were him... I would choose between Basseterre and Russell."

"The junction of the leeward and the windward?"

"It's also a barren sea where Britain, France and the Netherlands are mixed." Lorraine added with a smile, "In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, countries generally don't deploy too many warships in such unclear territorial waters. Of course, the main thing is barren reason."

"Blackbeard is worried that we will ask the warship for help?"

"Is it strange? He knows that I have a good relationship with the Navy. After all, we met in the sea operation."

Lorraine smacked her mouth.

"Speaking of the sea operation, Nelson seems to have mentioned in his letter that he is under house arrest not far from Nevis Island. The distance is only a few tens of kilometers, otherwise, go and see him..."