At this critical time, there was a dispute between "decent people" on what to do.

As the person who provoked this matter, Mr. Wren was naturally furious. As a member of the House of Commons, he slapped the table and spit on the mobs at the meeting of the House of Commons, berating the incompetence of the London police department. Pointing to Sir Huey’s nose, he asked him where he spent so much funding every year, why he could neither suppress the unruly rioters nor defend those who have truly contributed to the country.

Sir Huey has seen many such accusations. He first dumped the pot to his predecessor, saying that he had just taken over the London police department for only three years, and many of the problems left by his predecessor were too late to be resolved. But this is not because he is incompetent, but because the mess left before is too much.

"All kinds of messy problems have been accumulated over many years, and some problems have even existed since the time of the Great Fire in London. These things have accumulated, and they are as many as the cattle in the bullpen of Ogeas. Shit. And I can't use Hercules's way to solve the problem. You certainly can't tolerate this kind of handling. So how can you blame me for these problems?"

Of course, the lawmakers could not tolerate the shirking of responsibilities by Chief Xiuyi, and Chief Xiuyi said that the funds approved by Parliament for the police department were too small, so that the number of police officers in London was simply not enough to maintain the safety of the entire city. In general, if you want to solve the problem, you can, give me money, what can you do if you have no money?

Faced with the request for more money, the first reaction of the parliamentarians was to quickly cover their wallets. Increasing funding will increase taxes, and increasing taxes will reduce the income of members of parliament. Therefore, the parliamentary principle has always been to use the least amount of money as possible and let the government do as many things as possible.

Therefore, the increase in the funding of the London Police Department will naturally come to an end. Of course, Parliament has also reached a consensus that no police action should be based on weakening the security of "important areas." This of course also means that the mobile force of the London Police Department suddenly becomes very small.

Then the parliament began to discuss how to deal with the strike.

The "London Textile Workers Federation" that organized the strike has already put forward a request for negotiation. They demanded to reduce work intensity and increase wages.

The parliamentarians first questioned Director Xiuyi whether they could quickly suppress these violators while ensuring the safety of "important areas."

And Director Xiuyi naturally said that the concubines really couldn't do this thing. Even if they did, they would have to add money. And even if the money is added, it will take enough time to strengthen the police force. In short, it is impossible to solve the problem by the police before the Pakistan Fair.

"Of course, if you use the army, it won't be a problem to suppress these guys before the Pakistan Trade Fair. But everyone knows that if you use the army, hehe..."

If the army is used, although it can suppress all the paradoxes before the Pakistan Fair, the collateral damage it brings is very large. If the army is used, it is unnecessary to think about resuming production before the Pakistan Fair. And not only the textile industry will be affected, other industries will not escape.

So as soon as these words were said, almost all the legislators immediately expressed their opposition. Then, the parliamentarians quickly made a decision:

Before the Pakistan Trade Fair, there can be no major turbulence. As for the current problems, naturally the owners of the textile industry can only solve them.

So several textile factory owners got together and discussed for a while, and finally decided to talk to the mad and paranoid first to see if they could be fooled. In short, we must resume production in the shortest possible time at the least cost in order to make more money at the Pakistan Fair.

So several factory owners, in the name of the textile industry guild, extended invitations to the workers' representatives to negotiate. But at the beginning, they still want to play with workers signing up, and then they choose the tricks of negotiating representatives. The representatives elected in this way do not yet know whose interests they represent. And they also made a pair. We have already made such a big concession. What kind of grievances do you want to make?

But the people in the London Textile Workers Union are not fools, how could they accept such ridiculous conditions. So this request was naturally rejected.

Considering the tight time. The lords had no time to waste, so they had to agree to negotiate with the representatives elected by the London Textile Workers Union.

As a representative of the London Textile Workers' Union, Fei Jin, whose alias is Nield, also participated in the negotiations.

Fei Jin is a criminal and a wanted criminal. But there is no photography technology in this era. As for portraits, well, that's a joke. Even more, the reason why the portrait exists is that it is convenient for the police to make extra money rather than catch the suspect. What's more, Fei Jin did not really have witnesses left, and among these few witnesses, none of them have seen his face. So Fei Jin is not worried that he will be caught. Who recognizes it.

But Fagin’s publicity like this is still very dangerous. This is not because of his previous identity, but because of his current identity. In fact, in the eyes of some people, the crimes committed by worker representatives are far more harmful than criminal activities such as theft, robbery, and kidnapping.

"Everyone who, as a representative, negotiates with those venomous snakes and beasts must be prepared for death. Don't look at them now that they dare not move us, but in the future, they will definitely retaliate against us. Everyone may die inexplicably. Or missing. If you feel scared, it’s too late to withdraw now.” Fei Jin said to other representatives before leaving.

"Nield, you are too underestimating us. Are we such people who are greedy for life and fear of death?" a representative laughed.

"Fei... Nield, you don't know who we are, stop talking nonsense, we should set off."

The place of negotiation was not far from Westminster Abbey. Worker representatives were all paupers and couldn't afford to ride in carriages, even if it was a stagecoach, so they had to walk there. When they set out, it was still dark, and a few people came out of the house with their lanterns into the street.

Unlike the rich areas with gas street lights, the streets of the poor areas are completely dark at night. In this blackness that was thick as iron, the dim yellow light of the lantern didn't shine far away, at most it illuminates the small area in front of Fei Jin's feet.

The light shone on Fejin's feet, walking one after the other. The road is also very quiet, not even Tom and Pluto who wander at night. Because this is a poor people's area, this area is full of hungry and terrifying erect apes. It is very dangerous for other animals and even animals like mice.

However, Fei Jin didn't care. He walked in the dark. He hadn't known how many years he had. He walked forward firmly, and the road became clearer and brighter, and the sky became brighter and brighter.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, the workers' representatives arrived at the meeting, but the old men on the other side of the negotiation did not show up on time.

Fagin, who had studied in Toulon, knew this was a trick deliberately played by these guys to create pressure on the negotiating opponent. When he came to negotiate, he had already estimated that there would be such a situation, and he had talked about it with everyone. At that time, it was also suggested that we would be late too, which in turn would put a little pressure on them.

But this proposal was rejected by Fei Jin.

"Time is on our side. We don’t need to use such tricks. In fact, the more tricks you play, the more uncomfortable you will be. If they really play like this, we can walk so far. Rest awhile."

So since the masters haven't arrived yet, the representatives simply took out the bread and water they prepared, took a sip of water, gnawed a bite of the bread, and ate while resting.

After a long time, it was about ten o'clock before the gentlemen came to the venue.

Generally speaking, the attitude of the masters is still kind, which is their normal state. Even if it is explicitly ordered, the factory guard team can shoot and buy the police to assassinate the worker representative, Mr. Ren. When they see the workers in the factory, they always smile and look extraordinarily kind. People who don't know him might really think that Master Ren is actually a kind person. It's just that those managers who are holding chicken feathers as the arrow are really bad. It is they who blinded the master and made everyone's life so sad.

The so-called "Hell is good to see, and the kid is difficult to deal with" is actually similar to this. It’s nice to see him there, but he doesn’t have to do it himself, so he can naturally pretend to be kind; and the reason why the little devil is difficult is not because he is carrying out the orders of the king? Therefore, the personal settings of big capitalists are generally good people.

Now, as soon as this group of good people came in ~lightnovelpub.net~, they humbled and asked the workers, and then they started to play haha, sang a high-profile, untuned high-profile, what is progress together, what is chasing dreams? heap. But for key contract issues, he always kept silent.

"Don't waste time." Fei Jin said, "I know that time is very important to you. The opening day of the Pakistan Fair is very close. If you still want to waste time, then we are willing to accompany you anyway. , We can support it until the start of the Pakistan Fair."

"Can you support it until then? By that time, you should all starve to death." An old master couldn't help it, and said sarcastically.

"We don’t care. Anyway, workers like us will die if they can’t save up a ticket to North America within five years. If you die a few years earlier, you’ll have to suffer a few years. It’s you. Master, drag on. In order to make a profit at the Pakistan Fair, you bought materials and borrowed loans... Hehe, you are not afraid of death, what are we afraid of?" Fei Jin immediately retorted.

"Oh, brother Nield, don't be angry. We are currently negotiating so that everyone can have a satisfactory result. It is not for grudges. Well, it's not too early now. Why don't you talk about your demands? , Let's study it first, and then discuss together. What do you think?" Ren said with a kind smile on his face.