Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

After listening to his translation, Shen Xiuwan couldn't help but fell into speechlessness for a long time.

It turns out that those advanced and civilized countries have already started to implement the eight-hour working hour system.

Bai Yuanjing penetrated her thoughts at a glance and stroked her head: "Given the current situation in our country, it is difficult to promote this system. However, I believe that one day in the future, the eight-hour clock will be implemented nationwide Realize. On that day, maybe everyone will be free and equal, and there will no longer be the phenomenon of female textile workers being exploited and bullied."

Shen Xiuwan held the document, put her head in his arms, and murmured in a low voice: "No matter how difficult it is, I still want to work hard for them..."

The electric lights in the western-style building are bright and the heating is sufficient.

Outside the window, it was dark, and there seemed to be snowflakes falling lightly.

Bai Yuanjing hugged Shen Xiuwan, lowered his head and kissed her cheek and forehead: "I will support you."

Throughout the winter, Shen Xiuwan traveled to and from the female textile workers.

She talked with the people in the Governor's Mansion, talked with other textile factory owners, and spent a lot of money to entertain respected people from all walks of life in Shanghai, telling them about the combination of work and rest and improving work efficiency. Still could not convince other factory owners to implement an eight-hour working day and improve workers' wages.

The last meeting was held at the Peace Hotel.

The factory owners who came to the talks were impatient.

One of the older men shouted: "We can do whatever we want with our own factory! Those workers are just a bunch of cheap pigs. We provide them with good food and accommodation, what else do they want?!"

"That's right! Boss Shen, don't talk to us about human rights or equality. I'm uneducated and can't understand. I only know that these days, you have to recognize money. Money is king! With money, we can walk sideways wherever we go. !As for the pig’s life and death, is it none of our business?!”

The rough words actually attracted applause from the whole room.

Except for a few factory owners who agreed to Shen Xiuwan's proposal, everyone else expressed opposition.

Shen Xiuwan stood alone in front of the table, watching them get up and leave one after another.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window is the bustling Shanghai Beach.

It’s Christmas time on the Bund. Christmas trees and red, white and green ribbons have been put up at the entrances of many large department stores and banks. There are also employees dressed as Santa Claus standing on the streets to greet customers. This winter’s fine snow is falling. , looking through the window is misty, adding a lot of atmosphere to the upcoming Christmas.

When Fu Jincheng came in, he saw Shen Xiuwan standing by the window in a daze.

He took off his narrow-brimmed hat and gloves and said calmly: "Failed again?"

Shen Xiuwan lowered her eyes and looked at the tips of her shoes, with a slightly bitter smile on her lips: "You and I have been in love for seven years, but I can't even convince you, how can I convince other factory owners? I know what I'm thinking. It’s nothing more than idiotic talk. They laugh at me for being too noble and too idealistic. Jincheng, I probably won’t be able to convince them.”

Fu Jincheng looked at her.

The woman stands with arms folded, tall and slender.

She married into Fu's mansion and became his third mistress at the age of sixteen. She had not yet fully grown up at that time, and he could still remember her youthful and timid appearance. In the following years, she was regarded as pampered, and the days when she never touched the spring water made her happy. His temperament became more timid and tactful.

Now she is twenty-five years old.

Like a delicate flower that suddenly sprouted spikes.

The contours of her face are more resolute and heroic than they were in the past. Her eyes, which used to be as tender and as clear as water, can now be decisive, brave and calculating when looking at others.

Like the melting snow falling in the south of the Yangtze River.

Wet and cold, sharp and sharp.

Fu Jincheng admires Shen Xiuwan like this.

Remembering that Shen Xiuwan was already Bai Yuanjing's fiancée, another dark light flashed across his narrow eyes.

He poured himself a cup of tea and joked: "Your fiancé has great hands and eyes. Why would he let you go out alone to lobby for something like this? Why, he won't help you?"

Shen Xiuwan was slightly annoyed: "How can you say such sarcastic words?"

Fu Jincheng took a sip of hot tea, raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Did I say something wrong?" "You——" Shen Xiuwan was very angry at him, and immediately sarcastically said, "No matter how good Yuan Jing is, he is better than you." He is a strong man! He is a doctor. He has saved countless lives and injured. I have personally seen him almost collapse and faint because of three surgeries in a row! Unlike you, who is obviously a military governor, but "cannot help the master above, but dies to benefit the people below", the corpse is a plain meal , a fly camp and a dog dog!"

The woman's voice is clear and clear, and every word hides a knife.

Fu Jincheng's face was cold, and the knuckles holding the tea cup turned slightly white.

He said word by word: "Say it again."

Shen Xiuwan looked directly into his eyes: "Just say it, I have been afraid of you for so many years, how can I still be afraid of you for the rest of my life?! I said that your body is unworthy of your body and your moral character is no different from those of those who live in a hustle and bustle. Even though you were married before, He was a bit of a cheater, but he was still very good to the people, unlike now—"

"Shen Xiuwan!"

Fu Jincheng interrupted her angrily.

Shen Xiuwan raised her head stubbornly: "Why, the warlord is so angry?!"

Eyes facing each other.

After a while, Fu Jincheng took the lead to look away.

With a "pop" sound, he dropped a document on the table.

He said coldly: "Look at what this is first."

Shen Xiuwan frowned and looked at him before reaching out and picking up the document suspiciously.

She opened it and couldn't help but be surprised: "This is..."

This is a newly drafted document by the legal team of the Governor's Office.

The most core one is to take the Greater Shanghai Textile Industry as the center and gradually promote the eight to ten-hour working hour system to other industries. Other measures include ensuring the working environment conditions of workers, additional subsidies for wages exceeding the working hours, etc. It was drawn up in great detail.

Shen Xiuwan read each item carefully and fell into a long silence.

It wasn't until she saw everything that she looked at Fu Jincheng with confusion.

The emotions in her eyes changed again and again, and she whispered: "Will they listen to you?"

Fu Jincheng chuckled.

How could those group of profit-seeking old foxes listen to him?
The implementation of this system cannot be achieved overnight, and there are many factory owners who are submissive and submissive. But at least, he wants Shen Xiuwan to see his attitude.

Like her, he is on the side of the people.

He said calmly: "Even if this decree can be passed, these measures may not be implemented in every factory. But as a supervisor, I can still guarantee you - to the thousands of female textile workers you represent, we will never The 16-hour working day incident at Nan Fung Factory will happen again, and the shooting of female workers will never happen again."

Shen Xiuwan held the document tightly.

She knew it.

She knows that there are policies and countermeasures, and she also knows that people are greedy. The working-hour system she wants to implement will never be achieved overnight.

It’s just that “the road may be long, but it is impossible to achieve; no matter how small the task is, it cannot be accomplished unless it is done.” She firmly believes that someone must stand up to promote these things before they can be fully realized in the future.

Her eyes were moist and she apologized honestly: "I'm sorry, I wrongly blamed you just now."

Fu Jincheng didn't care about the words she scolded him.

He's really not a good guy anyway.

What he cared about was that she defended Bai Yuanjing too much.

He breathed heavily in his chest and asked, "Do you like Bai Yuanjing very much?"