Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

"They've practically offered their necks up to you, are you not going to chop them off?"

Chapter 104 A Major Strike in the News Industry is Brewing!

Shanghai Daily.

"Hey, have you all heard? The salaries at Feng Jingyao's newspaper have increased quite a bit recently!"

A man in a blue shirt hurried towards the newspaper office, whispering to his colleague beside him.

Upon hearing this, the colleagues nearby immediately joined in the discussion.

"Yes, our workload is no less than theirs, so why are we paid so much less?"

"Yes, my cousin originally came to Shanghai to stay with me. Later, through my introduction, he went to work for Feng's newspaper under Feng Jingyao. As a result, I heard a few days ago that he got a raise and is eating braised pork every day!"

"Yes, I heard that the workers at the printing factory have been eating and drinking well lately, and they've been spending a lot more lavishly on things."

"Our newspaper is clearly no worse than other newspapers, so why is the treatment so much worse?"

As they said this, a hint of sourness flashed in the eyes of many of their colleagues.

The people didn't originally think their lives were bad.

But the problem is comparing prices.

We're doing the same amount of work, so how come you suddenly became incredibly successful while I'm still living the same old life?!

With such a comparison, how many people can feel comfortable about it?!

Upon seeing the people from Feng's newspaper, they would greet them with smiles and congratulations, but behind their backs, who wouldn't be secretly cursing their boss for not raising their pay?!

Seeing the changing expressions on his colleagues' faces, clearly indicating they were considering something, the young man in the blue shirt suddenly had a thought, threw the newspaper in his hand to the ground, and urged them on.

"Why can others get a raise, but we can't?!"

"Why can others live a life of luxury while we can't?"

His angry words immediately garnered the approval of a group of colleagues.

"Yes, that makes sense."

"Are the people at Feng's Newspaper somehow superior? We're just ordinary people! Why can't our boss give us a raise?!"

"If this keeps up, I'm quitting! I do more work than everyone else, but I get paid less. Is this even human work?!"

At this point, several more conservative colleagues offered words of comfort.

"Don't worry, everyone. Maybe our boss is thinking about raising salaries too, but it just hasn't been finalized yet!"

"Yes, yes, our newspaper is a small company, so it's understandable that we can't come up with that much money."

...

These words immediately drew a barrage of rebuttals from others.

The man in the blue shirt who spoke first now attacked with even more anger on his face.

"Small family, small business?! Didn't you see our boss went to a nightclub again the other day? He spent a fortune there!"

"Think about it, the leaders never come to the newspaper office, but they can easily spend money like water in brothels, while we work hard in all kinds of weather, and the money we get is less than that of an ordinary printing clerk in Feng's newspaper. Who can accept that?"

Seeing that everyone had fallen silent, the man in the blue shirt realized that his words had probably struck a chord with them, so he raised his voice even louder.

"I heard there was a strike at a newspaper in the West City, and the boss immediately agreed to adjust salaries. Why don't we do it too?"

"real or fake?!"

"Yes, will it even work?!"

……

Seeing that everyone's expressions clearly showed interest, but there was still some hesitation in their words, the man in the blue shirt immediately added fuel to the fire.

"The law doesn't punish everyone! Even if we all go on strike, does he think he'll fire everyone in our newspaper?!"

"If he fires us, how will his newspaper continue to operate?!"

Upon hearing this, the scales in everyone's hearts finally tipped.

Several colleagues immediately rolled up their sleeves and started shouting.

"You're right, brother, I'll follow you!"

"Yes, we're going on strike, but we also want a pay rise!"

"That's right, why should we work so hard and still not be as good as them?!"

……

Seeing that everyone had put down their newspapers and joined the strike protest, a hint of joy flashed in the blue-shirted man's eyes.

It seems the matter has been successfully resolved!

After everyone had left, the man in the blue shirt immediately made his way through several turns to a small alley.

As if afraid of being followed, he looked around warily.

Seeing that no one was behind him, he went straight into a teahouse.

After entering the teahouse, the man in the blue shirt turned directly from the lobby and went straight up to the second floor without hesitation.

He looked like he knew the ropes perfectly.

He then went to a private room on the second floor, knocked on the door, and after hearing someone call out "Come in," he immediately pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Upon seeing the person in the main seat, he immediately bowed and spoke.

"Mr. Ding, I'm fortunate to be alive."

As he said this, he raised his head and looked at the man in the main seat.

This Mr. Ding is clearly Ding Li!

"Great, another newspaper has been completed."

As soon as the word "again" was uttered, a flash of frustration crossed the blue-shirted man's eyes.

I knew he should have been faster.

Unexpectedly, I was still one step behind the others.

Ding Li, sitting in the main seat, did not notice the expression on the man in blue's face, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't have taken it seriously.

While his subordinates fight each other to the death, isn't it Ding Li who reaps the benefits?

Just as Ding Li was pondering to himself, there was another knock on the door.

"Mr. Ding, the task you assigned us has been completed."

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"Our newspaper staff will begin their strike immediately tomorrow."

"Mr. Ding was indeed incredibly insightful; everyone at the newspaper is clearly dissatisfied and threatening to strike..."

……

Wave after wave of people came to report, clearly instigated and encouraged to come and report.

As a massive strike in the media industry was about to begin, Ding Li revealed a satisfied smile.

Soon, Ding Li returned to the Feng Mansion with the results.

"Mr. Feng, everything is as you predicted."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao took another puff of his cigar, a smug look on his face.

"only....."

Just as Feng Jingyao slowly exhaled a smoke ring, he saw Ding Li's expression show a rare hint of hesitation.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What's there to hesitate about? Speak!"

Ding Li's hesitation was not without reason, since all those who knew the news were small and medium-sized newspapers.

The two most influential companies in the Shanghai Stock Exchange are actually Shenbao and Xinwenbao.

What should these two companies do?

Thinking this, Ding Li also asked aloud.

"It's just that Shenbao and Xinwenbao are two..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao seemed to have anticipated the countermeasures of the two families, and he smiled faintly.

"Then why not just keep them busy so they can't make a sound? As for the specifics of how to do it, I don't need to teach you, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Li immediately realized what was happening.

Can't make a sound? There are plenty of ways to do that.

He immediately nodded and bowed.

"Ding Li understands!" (door)