America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Mike's mood did not get better because of Riley's departure.

If the problem cannot be resolved within a month, he will end up the same as Riley.

Unlike Riley, though.

He is open to communication.

Under the protection of Hanif, Mike ran to negotiate with Hawley and his union with his men.

"Everyone, you have to think this way. If we agree to all of your requests, wouldn't all our mines have to follow this standard?"

Mike sat opposite Holly and said politely.

"Then follow this standard."

Hawley doesn't see a problem with the proposal.

"This is not only an impact on our company, but also on the entire industry. It is difficult for the company to agree. You have to be considerate and considerate of me. I am also a part-time worker."

Mike began to try to pull in the relationship with the opposite.

"Excuse you? Then who will understand us? We are digging coal at the risk of danger day and night, and we only get so little compensation. Only by working non-stop can we barely support our family, and we dare not even get sick."

As a miner himself, Hanks has a say.

He spread his hands.

His hands were covered with thick calluses, and the gaps in the skin had turned black, which couldn't be washed off.

Liao Dabai on the side also stretched out his hand.

His hands were in worse condition than Hanks.

One of his fingers was missing. It is said that one was accidentally cut off by a shovel because the mine was too dark.

"I understand, I understand." Mike comforted the emotions of the workers opposite.

"What I mean is, if you make some concessions on the conditions, as long as it is within my authority, brother, I can handle it for you, and it will be done."

He bangs his chest to make himself look more like a worker.

Hanks and Liao Dabai glanced at each other.

To be honest, they were a little tempted by Mike's proposal.

Being able to obtain certain benefits in a short period of time is also a kind of progress, and a strike is not a waste of time.

There is also an explanation from the workers.

Meal, after all, has to be eaten one bite at a time.

Negotiations are always going in the same direction.

But Holly refused.

"Mr. Mike, our request has been clearly stated long ago. I don't think there is an extortionate price. That is our most basic request."

The blond youth spoke word by word.

His attitude was unusually firm.

Chen Jianqiu has left Shiquan Town.

He has more important things to do.

Before leaving, he once confessed to Holly.

Now the strikers are at full advantage.

Instead of calling for support directly to the state, the company sent militiamen over, saying they didn't want to turn things into violence.

Even if they regret it and send troops over, as long as they dare to shoot, they have other plans.

If it doesn't work, he can take these workers with him.

Roswell, Mexico, which place does not need miners.

The opponent can't fight and can't fight, and the consumption can't be exhausted.

This kind of negotiation is unequal, so there is no need to make any concessions, and there is no need to miss big things for petty profits.

Mike tried his best, but to no avail.

As the actual leader of the current strike, Hawley did not agree to any of his plans, and always insisted on the earliest demands made by the union.

Mike, who returned to the cabin, was a little desperate.

He stared blankly at the ceiling of the wooden house.

When did unions become so rigid?It's me, who doesn't please both sides, and suffers from this useless air every day.

Suddenly, the door of the cabin was pushed open.

Hanif came in through the door.

"Why, worry?" Hanif smiled and looked at the depressed Mike.

"Hanif, I'm finished. Will your detective agency still accept people? Otherwise, I'll go to you." Mike said in a low mood.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Mike is coming, of course I welcome it." Hanif laughed until his beard curled up, "However, you don't have to be so pessimistic."

"Oh? Do you have a good idea?"

Seeing that there was something in Hanif's words, Mike immediately sat up straight.

"My suggestion is to shut down the coal mines in Shiquan Town and make these strikers completely unemployed!" Hanif said seriously.

Mike reclined back in the chair.

Now he somewhat believed that what Riley said in the telegram about Hanif shaving the braids of the Chinese laborers was true.

What a "big smart".

What a bad idea!
Close the coal mine?

What about the initial investment in the coal mine?Will the board agree?

If you can do this, why do you still have to come here to negotiate?
"Why, it can't be closed? Then sell it and pass it on." Seeing that Mike didn't take his suggestion seriously, Hanif immediately proposed the next plan.

Mike was a little dumbfounded.

He sits at the table with his fingers crossed on the table:

"Hanif, who do you think is going to take over a strike mine?"

The coal mine in Shiquan Township is now like a hot potato.

At this juncture, anyone who can do a little business will not choose to split capital to buy.

Hanif scratched his head:

"Why don't you give it a try? Isn't writing reports your strong point? You haven't been on the front line anyway. Didn't you say you wrote reports every day?"

Mike, who had been exposed, was silent again.

"Anyway, he's going to be fired anyway. It's better to put forward some reasonable suggestions than to do nothing." Hanif patted Mike on the shoulder.

A week later, a report was sent to Weber's office.

The title is "Feasibility Analysis Report on the Sale of Shiquan Town Coal Mine".

Weber looked at the title and wanted to laugh for no reason.

Mike, Mike, I sent you to deal with the strike, and you're trying to persuade me to sell mines? !
Does that mean I have a sore on my body, so I have to cut off the flesh?
His gaze swept down the text.

Mike's first sentence in this report is astonishingly:
As we all know, if there is a serious abscess on a piece of skin, instead of trying to apply medicine and let it repeat itself, it is better to cut it off directly, so as to avoid future troubles
Webb rolled up the report and threw it in the trash.

He lay down on the chair, crossed his fingers on his belly, and closed his eyes at the same time.

After a while, Weber opened his eyes and stood up from the chair.

He went to the trash can and picked up Mike's report from the trash can again.

He had to ask old president Stanford for his opinion.

But just as Weber was thinking about how to start with the old Stanford, the old man's butler appeared outside his office.

"Does the old man have any orders?" Weber looked at the very temperamental old butler in front of him and asked politely.

On the butler's face, there was no expression too rich:

"The master said that the coal mine in Shiquan Town should be sold if it can be sold."

After speaking, he turned and walked out of the office.

Weber's mouth fell open.

He froze in place for a moment.

Mr. Stanford has long since neglected matters in the company.

How on earth did he know that he was going to persuade him to sell the coal mine?
When Weber came to his senses, he found that the butler had already gone downstairs.

He rushed out of his office in a hurry and went downstairs to catch up with the butler who put on his hat and was about to go out.

"Uh, did the old man say why?" Weber asked eagerly.

"That coal mine reminded him of his son, and he doesn't want to be stuck in the memory anymore." The butler replied briefly, and then went out and got on the horse.

What the butler said was true.

But he didn't tell Weber.

A few days ago, a Chinese boss appeared at the door of the Stanford villa.