Chapter 2 Bah, stinky capitalist!

Chapter 2 Bah, stinky capitalist!

Chapter 2 Bah, stinky capitalist!

2007 is a year of transition for South Korea. A dozen days ago, the LG Economic Research Institute released a new research report, predicting that the country's GDP growth rate this year will be around %. If this estimate is accurate, then the Republic of Korea will become a trillion-dollar economy. At the same time, the per capita income will exceed US dollars, making the Republic of Korea a developed country.

Once this report was released, the entire Korean people were excited, including An Rusong's colleagues at the toy factory.

Hey, An Rushong really couldn't understand what those guys in the factory were thinking. They were so excited, as if their annual income could really reach 20,000 US dollars.

Doing some calculations, An Rushong's monthly income of 90 won is considered average in the factory. His total annual income is 1080 million won. The current exchange rate of the won to the US dollar is 927:1, which means that his annual income is only 1.1 US dollars. After deducting expenses, he has nothing left.

Therefore, from a personal point of view, An Rushong feels that a normal person should feel angry after reading this report. Where does that inexplicable excitement come from?

So, the bottom class is the fucking bottom class. There is a reason why they are poor. It's because they are not smart.

And there is that old factory manager. Ever since the Korean in Japan who he could rely on passed away, the old guy has been painting rosy pictures and giving chicken soup to the workers in the factory all day long, saying how the factory is suffering now and everyone should stick together and tide over the difficulties, etc., as if everyone is the protagonist of this toy factory.

An Rushong, who had been baptized by the ideas of the new century, would not be fooled by any false pretenses. He could guess with his toes what the old man was planning. There was no need to ask, the old man must be thinking of delaying the salary of everyone, and those empty promises and chicken soup were just a prelude.

Haha, sharing the hard times? What a joke! When the factory was making money, I didn't see that old man sharing the wealth with the workers. He went to Songquandong and bought a 80-ping house last year. He is almost years old, but he married a Vietnamese bride who is only in her early twenties and is only two years older than his daughter. In contrast, the factory workers' salaries are shockingly low.

What an outrageously low salary! At least that's what An Rusong thought.

He specifically learned that according to the standard set by the Minimum Wage Committee at the beginning of the year, the minimum hourly wage for Korean workers should be above 3480 won. According to this standard, multiplied by 209 working hours per month, the minimum monthly salary of a worker cannot be less than 72.7 won. This means that a worker like An Rusong, who has worked in the factory for five or six years, has a monthly salary that is less than 15 won higher than the minimum wage stipulated by the state.

A black-hearted capitalist, when encountering difficulties, wants the workers he exploited to share the difficulties with him. What kind of a weird idea is this?
An Rushong didn’t know what others were thinking. He only knew that he had to get this month’s salary, otherwise he would choose to sue the black-hearted boss in court.

After riding the broken motorcycle for nearly half an hour, An Rushong finally arrived at the Holy Water Cave.

In his previous life, An Rushong had also been to Seoul, but he was here for tourism. At that time, Seongsu-dong had become a well-known internet celebrity check-in spot. As for now, it is an industrial area that gathers all kinds of shabby small factories, and there is even a smell of motor oil in the air.

The "DreamToys" toy factory is very small, covering an area of ​​about three or four acres. There are only two workshops, one for mold making and the other for production. Whether it is clay samples, plaster samples or wax samples, or molds and mold skins, all processes are done in workshop No. 1, where An Rusong also works. The mold pressing machine tools and other things are all in workshop No. 2. In addition to the two workshops, the factory also has two warehouses and a small two-story office building.

It is said that "a broken home is worth a fortune." In An Rushong's opinion, even if the dead old man's factory could no longer operate, selling the factory would probably allow him to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. Therefore, when it comes to attitude towards the dead old man, people like him should not give him sympathy, but envy, jealousy and hatred!
When the motorcycle turned into the toy factory gate, An Rusong vaguely felt something unusual. At this moment, in the small factory yard, there were three black Hyundai cars parked, and three guys wearing plaid shirts, who didn't look like good people at first glance, were squatting behind one of the cars smoking.

These three people are definitely not workers in the factory. At the same time, no real workers who belong to the toys can be seen.

Seeing An Rushong coming in on a motorcycle, the three guys who were squatting stopped talking and laughing, and all looked at him, with unfriendly eyes in their six eyes.

An Rusong was not afraid at all. He was not a good person in his previous life, and he would not turn from evil to good after his rebirth. He might not be able to fight three people alone, but if a fight really started, he had the confidence to cripple one of them. With this confidence and courage, he naturally did not care about the looks of the three guys.

Ignoring the three scoundrels, An Rusong stopped his motorcycle, turned off the engine and got off. Then he heard one of the three men shouting, "Hey! What do you do?"

Glancing at the other person, An Rusong ignored him, tossed the motorcycle key in his hand, and thought about walking towards Workshop No. 1. "Hey~~~ Shit!" The guy who spoke was irritated by his disregard, and stood up while cursing.

At this moment, someone shouted from the direction of the small office building: "Brother Rusong, over here, come quickly!"

Following the shouting, I saw a young man wearing a black tight-fitting vest standing at the entrance of the small office building. Well, no, not a young man, but a girl. Although she had short hair, a dirty face, and a very flat chest, any normal man could easily tell her gender.

The most important thing is that An Rushong knew this woman. Her name was Jiang Xiuyuan. She was also a worker in the factory. Moreover, in terms of relationship, she was also An Rushong's apprentice. However, this apprentice never called An Rushong "Master", but always called him "Brother Rushong".

Not to mention the reborn An Rushong, even the previous "original self" could understand Jiang Xiuyuan's intention. This girl fell in love with him and was interested in him.

Come to think of it, this is actually nothing strange. After all, An Rushong has very good appearance and is honest and obedient enough. For Jiang Xiuyuan, who also comes from a poor family, such a man seems to be a good choice.

However, An Rushong was too honest at that time. Moreover, he came from the impoverished Gangwon Province and his family was very poor. The youthful vigor and self-confidence had long disappeared from him. Therefore, when faced with the girl's various explicit and implicit hints, he could only choose to escape out of inferiority.

But for An Rushong today, he does not have the inferiority complex of his previous life at all. In his eyes, this simple and even stupid girl is definitely a good prey.

Well, the girl is pretty good-looking. Although her appearance is not gorgeous, she is very pretty. Although she is short-chested, her height of nearly 1.7 meters and her slender figure are very eye-catching. Most importantly, she has a pair of straight long legs. In An Rusong's aesthetics, he really doesn't like the kind of cow-like women. When evaluating women, he pays more attention to appearance and legs. So, to some extent, this Jiang Xiuyuan can be regarded as his side dish, or an appetizer before the feast.

Raising his hand and waving at the other party, An Rushong walked towards the office building with a smile.

When he was still a few steps away from Jiang Xiuyuan, he seemed to have discovered something and took out a handkerchief from his pocket. When he walked to the girl, he handed the handkerchief to her, and when she took it in confusion, he naturally rubbed the tip of his thumb on her face and said, "Where did you get it? Wipe it off quickly."

An Rushong's predecessor had never done such an intimate thing with a girl, so Jiang Xiuyuan's pretty face turned red in an instant, and she seemed a little at a loss.

"What happened?" At this time, An Rusong shifted his attention. He looked inside the building and saw more than a dozen factory workers gathered in the corridor. He asked curiously, "Also, what are those people in the yard doing?"

"Ah," Jiang Xiuyuan came back to her senses. She lowered her voice and whispered, "Brother Rusong, you don't know, something big happened in the factory."

"Haha, what big thing can happen in our small factory?" An Rushong looked inside the door. He found that there were not only factory workers in the corridor, but also four or five ferocious-looking men. If nothing unexpected happened, they should be in the same group with the three guys outside.

"Early this morning, Managing Director Sun came to the factory. She said that Chairman Sun committed suicide by jumping off the building last night," Jiang Xiuyuan didn't know what she was thinking about, and the expression on her little face was a little nervous.

"Suicide?!" An Rushong was also shocked. The President Sun mentioned by the girl was actually the owner of the toy factory, Sun Zhiji, and the so-called Managing Director Sun was named Sun Manzhu, the only daughter of the owner Sun Zhiji.

Jiang Xiuyuan nodded and continued, "I heard that the president owes a lot of money. Even if he sells his house and factory, he can't pay it back, so..."

(End of this chapter)