Darkstone Code
Chapter 198 - 0196 Just let it rot a bit more brutally

Chapter 198: 0196 Just let it rot a bit more brutally

Now factories worldwide are facing certain issues, and among the workers under the factory owner, there are always a few unique individuals.

These people are mostly organizers or leaders of the Workers’ Union within the factory, leading inevitably to discussions about the operation of the Workers’ Union.

They would unite the workers within their factory as registered members and then form an internal Workers’ Union to rally the workers.

When people gather together, there must certainly be a leader and some mid-level members, and these people often eventually become one of the thorns in the factory.

On the production line, one person’s laziness can slow down the entire line’s speed, causing a backlog at each stage of the assembly line.

This seriously wastes time, equivalent to reducing the intensity of work, but wages remain unchanged.

Actually, the workers support these instigators because their actions can make most of the assembly line relaxed, slowing the pace, and some workers in the factory intentionally do this occasionally.

In the early years when the factory benefits were good and internal demand had broad space, the factory owner could only compromise with workers’ behaviors, providing more meals or calculating a few extra hours of overtime pay to get them to work earnestly again.

Over time, such behavior has become a commonplace method of rest, and the development history of factories worldwide is essentially a struggle between workers and the factory owner.

Workers try every means to secure more benefits, higher wages, better protection, and various fallback measures for themselves.

As long as they work, regardless of how much they do, the factory owner must pay them at least the minimum wage; otherwise, the Workers’ Union will trouble them, as will the lawyer.

When Lynch said he wanted to change the employment structure, the mayor immediately opposed it, basing his stance on this point.

The workers’ strength is still very significant, though capitalists and politicians govern this world, the vast majority are ordinary people and workers, and laws targeting workers actually protect not only workers but also capitalists.

If Lynch shakes the fundamental employment system, it is highly likely to trigger a bigger storm.

However, from the current perspective, whether or not this storm exists barely matters because even without these things, they are causing trouble, and with these things, they cannot cause more trouble.

On the contrary, if it can solve some existing flaws within the factories and provide workers a chance to return to work, this would be a good thing.

That’s what the mayor is focused on. Now, whoever holds the jobs speaks loudly, even louder than those in the Workers’ Union.

After jotting down notes for a while, the mayor put down his pen and rubbed his wrist, "If I allow you to do this first, how many jobs can you solve?"

Lynch slightly shook his head with a wry smile, "I can’t solve too many, you forget that when we talked about this topic, there was another topic."

"Foreign trade!", the mayor almost blurted out in connection with Lynch’s words, having fully recalled the content of their conversation that day.

He then frowned but soon relaxed, "Today I don’t want others to know...", Lynch nodded without speaking to assure, as it seemed silly, "...you can prepare some materials first, this matter can probably be decided by early next year."

Lynch immediately understood the meaning behind the mayor’s words; the President might step down in the first quarter of next year, whether he’s forced out or submits his resignation to Congress is unclear, but he can’t hang on.

The mayor’s source of this information comes from his guide in politics, who is also one of the key senior officials in the Progressive Party—chief administrator of the Progressive Party Development Office.

Mayor Landon was personally discovered during his university years by the person currently serving as the chief administrator of the Development Office; their relationship is quite special.

Because of the Sabin City Transportation Company’s issue, he consulted his "mentor," who told him he could take action against the transportation company.

The traffic contract holder is part of the President’s camp, and the reason a Conservative Party member could seize this position in a Progressive Party city is essentially a secret exchange of interests, which also allowed the mayor to learn the outcome of this farce a bit earlier.

Knowing some secrets prompts a desire to confide, and the mayor deepened his authority subtly through this, which indeed eased his urge to confide in some extent.

A mayor able to obtain information on when the President steps down inevitably sparks imagination.

Lynch subtly expressed his understanding of the mayor’s resourcefulness; the mayor was satisfied and let Lynch leave, thinking for a moment before picking up the phone.

He needed to discuss with higher-ups, including the Governor, his "mentor," as well as Lynch’s idea, the new cooperative approach, and the issue of foreign trade.

Upon leaving the City Hall, a large crowd of demonstrators had already gathered in the small square outside, raising signs and chanting slogans mechanically under leadership.

Their gaze lingered on Lynch for a moment, the shine in their eyes shifting from curiosity, greed, envy, jealousy, and ultimately fear before retracting their gaze, experiencing a complex and remarkable process in a very short time.

Not offending the rich is something taught by parents, teachers, and elders since young, leading to an inherent fear of these wealthy people even now.

Briefly silent, watching Lynch leave in a luxury car, the crowd erupted once again with powerful and mighty roars!

The car slowly stopped outside Lynch’s house after passing through the chaotic district, and the driver got off to leave; he was a driver from the community service company, not serving a single individual.

Lynch called him over.

"Thank you for driving me several times; I still don’t know your name." He stood outside the car, lit a cigarette, and gave one to the driver.

The driver, a bit caught off guard (expressing more humble caution due to unexpected recognition), accepted the cigarette with both hands and lit it with his own match, "My name is Jack, Mr. Lynch."

To Jack, someone like Lynch is as unattainable as clouds in the sky, while he is merely grass on the ground. He didn’t know why Lynch called him over, but he knew it must be a good thing.

The community service company is also continuously downsizing, and some residents in this upscale villa community have been forced to leave for various reasons.

Empty houses reduce the fee the service company receives each month to a minimum; their revenue decreases, making it impossible to maintain the previous scale of their team under the premise of ensuring profit.

Numerous ordinary domestic staff have been cleared out, and next are the drivers, though not all positions were affected; in fact, the community security positions have been strengthened.

Some retired veterans with gun permits were hired①, receiving unanimous praise from the remaining residents.

If he could get Lynch’s acknowledgment, Jack thought he might be able to stay; he doesn’t want to lose this job.

Lynch initially wanted to say something but eventually stayed silent, nodded, and reached out to shake hands with Jack.

Jack, puzzled, watched Lynch return home, then extinguished the cigarette.

As he almost reached the community office, he relit the cigarette.

The community service company’s regulations do not allow staff to smoke in non-smoking areas, respecting the residents, which Jack clearly violated.

His superior immediately reprimanded him, even considering taking this opportunity to dismiss him, but soon Jack’s words dissolved the crisis and possible future ones.

"This is the cigarette Mr. Lynch gave me, he asked me to accompany him for a smoke."

Gazing at the cigarette left with just a small stub, the supervisor hesitated for a moment, "Don’t let me see this again next time, understood?"

Jack nodded obediently and returned to the office to await other residents’ travel needs.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

Back in the room, Lynch called for the leader of the children; he legally adopted those kids and housed them in a nearby community.

Primarily because housing prices there were lower and the properties were larger enough to accommodate the dozen or so adolescents.

The leader of the children is the oldest among them, already fifteen years old, also the one Lynch remembers first rushing forward to stab the iron bar into someone’s body.

His name is Noel Green, and he has a brother named Fern Green; in principle, they should both change their names to Lynch’s surname, but Lynch refused this, maintaining their original surname as respect.

Just as he initially said, even if Lynch adopts them, they don’t have to call him Dad, but Boss.

Noel came quickly, panting as he entered the room, seemingly having run, slightly breathless, "Sir?"

Lynch beckoned him to sit, "You all run around outside daily, surely you know about some shady affairs in Sabin City, right?"

Noel nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Your work recently remains unchanged, but be aware if anyone targets our company or me, do you understand what I mean?"

Noel nodded again, "I understand, Sir..." hesitating a bit, "May I know why?"

Lynch responded in a very calm tone, "Our warehouse was robbed."

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