Chapter 107

Jingqing is dying.

Although Jing Qingxuan can still talk and smoke normally now, when he asked the four brothers how to deal with the problem of silver blood society, Jing Zhengwu knew that the man who once said nothing in the Jing family was dying.

Language is a wonderful thing. Once spoken, these fleeting words immediately have a fixed form and form a binding effect on the speaker.

Jing Qingxuan's inquiry is actually a ceremony for the transfer of power.

He exposed his weakness.

In fact, there is no difference between people. Even if you are proficient in tactics, how intelligent you are, and how charming you are... But you are only a person after all, and you can't control others.

More than 100 people from the top to the bottom of the Jing family can firmly surround and obey the master of the Jing family because they believe that Jing has the ability to make them live better and the power to make their life worse than death.

The power condensed by people's belief, in turn, will threaten people with fear. Power is so wonderful.

However, once the owner shows weakness and another trustworthy successor appears, the power condensed by trust will also be transferred to the new owner because of trust.

The weak are like vines. When they see the stronger, they will quietly extend their tentacles.

What Jing Zhengwu has to do is to prove that he is a stronger leader than his father and brothers!

"It's not hard to understand the worries of the silver blood society, but that's because they haven't managed workers' slaves." Jing Zhengwu said in a loud voice: "it's the so-called that soldiers don't move without generals and snakes don't work without heads. Every time workers organize trouble, there must be leaders they trust and cadres responsible for connecting all parties."

"As long as we find the leader and pay a lot of money, the workers can break through."

Jing Qinghu asked, "what if the leader is poor and unyielding?"

"It doesn't matter if the leader doesn't give in. We can also bribe cadres and stigmatize all cadres who don't accept bribes, so that the bribed cadres can fish in troubled waters."

Jing Qingxuan asked again, "if it is difficult to find the leading cadres, or if the leading cadres are just pushed targets on the surface?"

Jing Zhengwu said with a smile, "then buy and threaten several ordinary workers. We don't need them to do anything. We just need to let out the wind, and they will be in danger and doubt their companions. At this time, we just need to let go of the past and let a few of the bought out take the initiative to withdraw, so as to divide the wavering majority of people and eliminate the riots naturally."

"Or to open a discussion meeting, to promise their demands on the surface, but to drag them away, and then to remove leaders and cadres, the workers can not be organized even if they are deceived."

"If you can't even do this... It means that the workers have made up their mind." Jing Zhengwu said calmly, "just call Heyang army to suppress it."

Jing Qingxuan finally nodded with satisfaction and asked, "this is Zhengwu. You came up with it yourself? It's logical and consistent. It seems to be the conclusion of practice."

"Yes." Jing Zhengwu said politely, "I helped uncle San during the workers' riot in xiaojiushan three years ago. At that time, the workers were very stubborn, and the leading cadres refused to negotiate, so we bought several weak workers, let them fish in troubled waters and inform us, which greatly hindered their decision-making time."

"At that time, the workers found something wrong. When they wanted to destroy the mining equipment and escape, the Heyang army we invited had arrived. Even the brother of the leader of the riot at that time took refuge in us all night to lead the Heyang army to annihilate the workers hiding in the mine and suppress the impact of the xiaojiushan riot to the lowest point."

Jing Zhengwu seemed to think of something and added: "workers who defected like this should also be vigorously promoted, appreciated and sung to let everyone know that the defectors enjoy all their glory and wealth, and the rebels have no place to bury."

"Very good." Jing Qingxuan nodded again and took a sip of Bai Xia: "Zhengwu is reasonable and clear. Then, do others have other ideas?"

Jing Zhengwu glances at the competitors. Jing Zhengtang is biting her ears with Fei Wei. Jing Zhengfeng seems to be thinking about something. Only their eldest brother Jing Zhengwei is still eating -- so confident?

Thinking of brother's series of unusual performances today, Jing Zhengwu secretly adjusted Jing Zhengwei's threat to the highest. He knew that his brother was by no means mortal, and his every move had deep meaning. Since he abandoned the deep style of the city government in the past, it shows that his current posture can earn more benefits for him.

A moment later, Jing Zhengfeng said slowly, "provoke confrontation and create hatred."

Jing Qingxiang took a sip of Bai Xia: "tell me."

Although Jing Zhengfeng's exit is "old age does not die", he answered this question very seriously: "the reason why workers' slaves riots is that they have nowhere to vent their grievances and accumulate depression in their hearts. In the end, they will naturally be incited by others."

"Then let them vent their grievances."

"Let the cadres in charge of supervision, food and accommodation take the initiative to 'discriminate' against them, whether because of language, appearance or even height... In a word, let the workers realize that there are other workers who live better than themselves for other reasons."

"Discrimination leads to antagonism, and antagonism leads to hatred. At the beginning, the workers certainly did not dare to lose their temper with the supervisors. They only dared to attack those who were given preferential treatment. And the people who were given preferential treatment will not swallow their anger and will certainly gather to fight back."

"At this time, the supervisors can give the workers some power, such as food. Workers with large faction can get their own people more and better food, while those with small faction can only be bullied“

"Of course, the supervisor can't let the workers really have a big gang. It's best to have three or four factions in each factory and mine. If you find that one faction is too strong, encourage other factions to suppress it."

Before Jing Zhengfeng finished, Jing Qinghe couldn't help applauding: "wonderful, wonderful!"

"It not only dissipates the grievances of workers and slaves, but also makes them hate each other. Even if they want to riot, they will be unable to cooperate because of past gratitude and resentment. It's really exquisite... Cough!"

After coughing several times, Jing Qinghu took a mouthful of Bai Xia and seemed to breathe slowly: "did you realize this from Qinghong Gang?"

"Almost." Jing Zhengfeng wanted to force him on the tripod, but he glanced at the big brother next to him and drank a glass of wine angrily: "that's it. I'm done. I'll go first if I'm okay."

"No hurry." Jing Qinghu looked at the other two: "do you have anything else to add?"

Although Jing Zhengwu's face didn't change, even with a smile, he had turned upside down in his heart - you don't have to think about it. Now Jing Qinghu is more optimistic about the wild species!

I was compared by a wild seed!

Did Jing Zhengfeng know his father's test questions in advance, so he answered so well? If he could know in advance, he could think of a more subtle way, but what

"Father, Feiwei... Feiwei and I also have an immature idea."

At this time, Jing Zhengtang finally accepted his girlfriend's instruction and stammered to raise his hand.

"Say it." Jing Qingxuan smiled infrequently, "I'm looking forward to it."

"Well, just now the fourth brother said that the reason for the workers' riot was that they had no place to vent their grievances." Jing Zhengtang drank tea and said, "I agree with this view, but I don't think it is complete enough: the workers' riot is also because they have no hope."

"We can give them a hope."

Jing Qingxuan frowned slightly: "what hope?"

Old capitalists are very alert when workers want to suck their own blood.

"Set the level." Jing Zhengtang said: "Take mine workers as an example. Mine workers generally work 18 hours. Then we can set three levels. Black iron workers, silver workers, gold workers, black iron workers work 18 hours, silver workers only work 16 hours, and gold workers only need 14 hours. However, their wages are exactly the same."

"At the same time, black iron workers have no welfare in the mine, while silver workers can take a bath every three days and rest one day a week, gold workers can take a bath every day and rest two days a week..."

"And..."

"That's enough!" Jing Qinghu stopped his third son, coughed a few times, sucked Bai Xia and said, "according to your practice, our Jing family might as well sell the mine!"

"Father, Feiwei's plan hasn't talked about the key points yet." Jing Zhengtang accidentally exposed it again, but everyone doesn't seem to care: "we can set it that all workers are black iron workers at the beginning. They can be promoted to silver workers after working for five years, and gold workers after working for ten years."

"If you report backlight elements or find someone in series to riot, you can be promoted to a higher level as long as the information is accurate."

"But if there are irregularities, such as taking part in riots, such as laziness, you will lose your qualification for promotion."

At this point, Jing Zhengtang stopped.

Jing Qingxuan was a little strange: "go on."

"Well, there are many more, but I forgot." Jing Zhengtang scratched his head embarrassed.

Jing Qingxuan looked at Jing Zhengtang and Fei Wei angrily and nodded: "five or ten years... Very good, very good, Zhengwu, do you know the average working age of ordinary workers in the mine?"

The smile on Jing Zhengwu's face has been very reluctant: "about two to three years."

"Then the threshold for silver workers can be reduced to three years and gold workers to five years." Jing Qingchen said with satisfaction: "we must let the workers see a hope that seems to be achievable... Even if they work for three years and make up a violation, they can directly cancel his promotion opportunity."

"It doesn't matter if the worker runs away. He has basically squeezed out his labor in three years. It's just a waste of food to stay."

"However, one or two silver workers and gold workers can be left in the mine as an example to inspire other workers to struggle."

"Very good, very good! Zhengtang, you haven't been very likable since childhood, but my father has to admit that you look at women better than me!"

Jing Zhengtang giggled and Feiwei bowed her head to thank him.

Then, everyone's eyes turned to the only one of the four brothers who had not spoken, Jing Zhengwei, the eldest young master of the Jing family.

There are sarcasm, resentment and ridicule in all kinds of eyes.

Only no expectations.

Jing Zhengwu's "coping strategy", Jing Zhengfeng's "differentiation plot" and Jing Zhengtang's "hope system" almost exhausted all the possibilities of controlling workers. Moreover, the three brothers' ability to come up with such a plan is related to their life experience: Jing Zhengwu participated in suppressing riots when he was young, Jing Zhengfeng has been fighting at the bottom for many years, and Jing Zhengtang's wife is bullied.

Compared with them, Jing Zhengwei has no advantage at all.

And Jing Zhengwei has been eating it. In the eyes of the people, it's an attitude of giving up.

"Hmm? Is it my turn?"

Yue Yu took a mouthful of honey five flower tea, blinked at everyone, smiled and said, "my idea..."

Jing Zhengwu, Fei Wei and Jing Zhengfeng suddenly mentioned their mind. They have been secretly paying attention to their eldest brother Jing Zhengwei. Although others think Jing Zhengwei is self abandoning, they all think Jing Zhengwei has a plan in mind - they believe that the cruel young master Jing Zhengwei can't be caught without a hand.

And actually

Happy language is just being strong without desire.

I'm kidding. You're here to discuss how to deal with the working class. Will I seriously give you advice?

He was not interested in competing for the owner of the Jing family. If it weren't for the maintenance of Jing Zhengwei's personal facilities, he couldn't help shouting absurd words such as "increase money! Build a workers' community! Build a workers' primary school! Build a workers' hospital".

But when it's your turn to speak, Yue Yu has to say something after all, and it can't be "me too" -- just like in an exam, it's a good attitude to hand in all the wrong answers, but it's a bad attitude to hand in blank papers.

Then... Tell me a story.

"My idea is similar to that of my third brother, but it's not so complicated." Yue cleared his throat and said, "I'm going to run a newspaper and send it to the workers at low prices or even free. Fortunately, the workers should be literate."

newspaper?

They were stunned. They didn't understand what the young master was talking about. Even Jing Qinghe was confused: "what are you talking about?"

"I also want to give workers and slaves a hope, but I don't have to pass the system. Those fancy ones can rely on the pen." Yue Yu said: "I'm going to publish these books in the newspaper -"

"Workers do these things and become big mine owners in five years

"You only complain that you have no money, but you don't think about letting things go."

"The housekeeper killed these slaves because he saw that they didn't work hard."

The slave turns into a big shopkeeper. You should master these skills

You can't eat enough every day because you haven't made up for these shortcomings

"Workers, the boss wants you to be better."

Yang Bailao learned to manage himself. Ten years later, Huang Shiren also lamented that he was inferior

……”

"Who are Yang Bailao and Huang Shiren?" Jing Zhengtang suddenly interrupted.

"Er... I know two people. The former is a worker and the latter is a boss." Yue Yu said dryly, explaining that he drank a mouthful of honey five flower tea, and then turned to Jing Qingchen: "that's what I think. How do you feel?"

Jing Qingxuan raised his right hand tremblingly and pointed to Yue Yu: "Zhengwei, you..."

Shit, I'm worried about telling jokes. The old man wants to get angry when he hears my nonsense? Yue Yu's mind suddenly changed. He secretly said that he might as well say "I'm the same" to muddle through. Now he's going to be angry with the old man. How can I fix it later?

"You, you..."

Jing Qingxiang took a sip of Bai Xia and said loudly:

"Do it quickly!"

Yue Yu: "