Chapter 216 Asking for Salary
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Shampoo No. 24
"Hey, a sticky transparent liquid, soap bubbles, and neon language, it's easy to associate it with something unhealthy."
Captain Gel sighed seriously as he stepped on the special natural resin secreted by the roots of the Yarchiman mangrove tree due to respiration.
The four people including Gel who appeared in the Chabaoti Archipelago at this time had already changed into vacation suits, with the standard equipment for each person: short-sleeved shirts, round-frame sunglasses, colorful beach pants, and a pair of soul flip-flops.
Barrett has an extra duckbill hat compared to the others. After all, he is now a pirate serving his sentence in the underwater prison. It would not be good to show up in public, so he still needs to disguise himself a little to avoid a lot of trouble.
"What is it, Captain?"
Ajin tilted his head curiously and asked seriously.
"Ahem, you are still too young. When you grow up and reach the age where you should understand, the captain will take you to explore."
Gel said perfunctorily.
"Oh well."
Ajin nodded.
"This is an archipelago made of tree roots. It's amazing."
Senior lit a cigarette and sighed, then tactfully helped Captain Gill light his own cigarette as well.
“Hehe, this is so fun!”
Weibull looked at the transparent bubble emerging from the ground with curiosity. He stretched out his finger and poked it gently, and found that the bubble did not burst, but bounced open with a sound like a hydrogen balloon, and then continued to float upwards.
"Let's go, first find a place to eat and sleep, then ask for directions to the auction site and check it out in advance."
With his hands in his pockets, Gel imitated the walking posture of the Dover brothers and led the four people towards the town on the island.
"What about Shampoo's specialties? Is there a chance to see them?"
Gel looked around restlessly.
Along the way, the villains in the lawless area chose to avoid Gel and his group when they saw them. They were not stupid. Just by looking at their pace, which was more arrogant than that of the Celestial Dragons, they knew that this group of people was definitely not easy to mess with.
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Chabaodi Island Pier No. 47.
"Unscrupulous and black-hearted boss! Pay back the money! Pay back the money!! Return our hard-earned money now!!"
A green-haired young man and a group of porters who were demanding their wages surrounded a house near the dock.
Listening to the excited shouts of the coolies under his command outside the house.
A fat, big-bellied middle-aged man was furious. He yelled hysterically at the rest of the people in the room:
"What the hell! What are you idiots doing here? How do you manage these bastards? Look at what's happening outside. Is this what you report to me every day on the phone?!"
Faced with the furious boss, no one dared to say a word. They were only happy to see others do such stupid things that would only bring them trouble.
at this time
Everyone in the room was already in chaos. If it weren't for the fat boss who served as the backbone, they would have been ready to open the door and pretend to surrender to the enemy, joining the other side in denouncing the black-hearted boss.
I saw a dozen supervisors in blue uniforms carrying various heavy objects to block the door.
They were still not reassured, but after looking around they saw that the only heavy object left in the house was the safe embedded in the wall. Apart from that they had nothing else to block the door. They could only stick their butts out and panic and use their bodies to press against the door.
"Boss, what should we do now? You should think of a way to save us. You can either open the safe and pay them all their wages for the past six months. Your personal safety is more important. Looking at the situation outside, if we let these rough guys rush in, we will all be beaten to death! Money is more important than our body, boss!"
A manager who was wearing a uniform of a different color from the others and was obviously of a higher rank advised.
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
Seeing that this useless steward was obviously afraid of death but spoke as if he was thinking about himself, the fat boss was so angry that he kicked him to the ground. There was a hint of ferocity in his sharp eyes that was seriously inconsistent with his appearance. He thought that he should consider changing someone. It was all his fault that he was moved by the concubine's hard work and served her based on personal relationships.
"Can you fight them off and take me away?"
"Killing two or three people directly might scare them and scatter them, but there's a small chance that it will backfire and arouse their desperate ferocity. It's okay to just knock down a dozen people, but a hundred is not practical. Even if I can do it, for such a large order, the commission you have to pay, the boss, might be much more expensive than the wages you owe these poor workers."
A middle-aged man who looked like a bodyguard from his attire was dozing off against the wall with his hands on his head. When he heard his boss' question, he opened one eye and spoke lazily.
The fat boss was not angry because of the other party's attitude. It is inevitable that masters are a little arrogant. He carefully calculated in his mind and found that it was indeed not worth it. He was a well-known person and there was no need to take the risk.
In fact, this amount of wages is not particularly much for him, and he can pay it back immediately if he wants to. But now it's just a matter of pride. I can't be scared and compromise immediately if you make a fuss. If I do that, there will be no peace in the future. Whenever there is something, the people below will jump out and make a fuss. How can we have fun then?
The boss completely ignored the fact that he was the one who was wrong in the first place by withholding employees' wages for more than half a year. All bosses do the same thing anyway, so why should he admit his mistake?
The fat boss rolled his eyes and pointed at the director and ordered:
"You, go and shout. I'll give them a cigar's worth of time. If they are willing to leave now, I will forgive them for what happened today. I also promise to pay them two months' salary tomorrow, and the rest of the salary will be settled by the end of the year."
"After I finish smoking this cigar, anyone who dares to stay here and join the riot will not only not be able to get a penny from me by causing trouble, but their wages will also be confiscated. I will give it as a year-end bonus to those who are willing to obey and leave."
After the boss finished speaking, he lit a cigar and started puffing calmly. After all, he had seen some storms in his life, so although he was annoyed, he was not afraid at all.
This was not the first time he had withheld wages, and it was also not the first time he had experienced riots among his lower-level employees. He was very confident about how to deal with it, and he had a skilled bodyguard who was hired at a high price, who was able to move forward and backward with ease and was as steady as an old dog.
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