Chapter 968

Recently, Mr. Jacobs is in some kind of trouble as he thinks he has become a big shot in New York.

All of his suppliers disappeared overnight.

They told themselves that all the raw materials were given priority to the front line and war because of the needs of the war department.

When Jacob protested against this, he got the answer: if you have a problem, go to the war minister and complain!

War minister, can Jacob go to the war minister and complain?

Would he have to stand by the phone and waste time with a bunch of rude, dirty pigs if he could?

Finally, Jacob had to seek the help of the master behind him and let them find a way to solve it.

Without a day's delay, they will have a lot of losses. Jacob must let the workers continue to have something to do as soon as possible.

In the phone, Jacob was naturally reprimanded.

The severe criticism made him sweat on his forehead, and Jacob even lost his identity and job.

It was just that he got the news very soon. The matter was settled. There would be new suppliers to provide materials for him. No more problems were allowed this time.

Naturally, Jacob was full of promises, but what happened afterwards made him forget his promise completely.

Transportation, looking all over New York State, he couldn't find a company that could provide transportation for him.

In other words, he couldn't get the materials to the construction site to get the workers to work.

"Damn, oh, gosh, God damn son of a bitch..." Jacob cursed all this with the vicious language he could think of.

Why did it suddenly become like this? It shouldn't have been like this.

All he had to do was play golf, drink, and dance with the rich, with dancers every night, and the workers would build the house.

And he was able to get trust and pay enough to make him richer.

Now, everything seems to be moving away from Jacob.

Worse than that, new troubles come to him before he can solve the transportation problems.

The workers are on strike!

"It's been down for three days, Mr. Jacobs, we have wives and children to support, we have loans to pay, we need to work every day... Money, money, understand?"

The worker's representative told him in the most straightforward language the simplest and pure needs of himself and everyone Money.

They need to make sure they have jobs every day and have enough income to make a living.

"Please give me some more time. I'm working on it." Jacob wanted to reassure them that there was enough trouble for the workers. ,

"no, Mr. Jacobs, it's too late. We've got a new job." The representative patted his arm and said, "good luck."

Good luck?

"I don't need damn good luck, I just need you to stay." Jacob is going crazy. What's going on.

"No, you need good luck, sir." Once again, the workers left the place where they had worked for half a year.

Next, they will go to a new site four blocks away, where there will be new jobs, better pay, and maybe even join Berkeley.

Bechtel, the leader of global comprehensive engineering company, construction giant, world famous architectural design company.

Everyone knows what joining Berkeley means.

Stable jobs and high incomes, free access to advanced education, low price quota houses, and even unimaginable bonuses.

It's a life and an opportunity they never thought about.

I don't know why Bechtel targeted Mr. Jacobs, but what is it compared with their own lives?

People always become extreme and selfish when it comes to vital interests.

It's an inborn instinct, not good or evil, but the best choice of instinctive judgment.

Standing in a mess of construction site, Jacob wants to cry without tears. He doesn't know what he did wrong. It shouldn't be like this.

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Mr. Jacobs' ordeal was originally over, and he will soon understand that it was not because of what he did wrong.

The Adams family's reaction was quick, even can be described as a storm.

They will always be guardians of America and friends of the people.

Then we came to the Adams family. Because other founders did not attack their children directly, they were jokingly called "I don't know why, it's a kind of chilly horror that goes straight from the tailbone to the zenith, which makes people's scalp numb involuntarily, as if there is going to be some terrible disaster.

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