When Martin was thinking about it, Davidson began to complain: "Mr. Rurston, to be honest, salary is not impossible to talk about, but you also know that the product produced by our company is a new thing, and it has not been launched yet. Whether it can be sold in the future and whether it can be sold after it is sold is a good seller. These are all things that are not fixed."

"It would be fine if it could be sold. If it could not be sold, you would make another salary increase, and the company would go bankrupt in minutes. By then, these workers would be unemployed immediately."

"So, regarding salary, do you wait first, wait until the product starts selling and see how the sales volume is. I here guarantee that if the sales volume is good, I will definitely propose a salary increase to the company."

"No!" Davidson said all the good things. When both of Markey were a little moved, Martin was still unmoved and said firmly: "If you say no, you can't. Mr. Davidson, you don't have to confuse us here."

"I know your products and have played with them. Although they are just toys, they have to be said to have a fascinating ability. They will definitely be able to sell well, otherwise you wouldn't have made such a big investment in advertising."

When Martin mentioned that he had played with the Rubik's Cube, Carl's eyes suddenly opened, as if a flash of light flashed in it. In order to conceal his head quickly, Martin failed to notice this abnormality.

Seeing that Martin still disagreed, Davidson had to take a step back, "Okay, Martin, I'm convinced you. I can agree to the salary increase, but you need to make a written guarantee."

“What are you guaranteed?”

"After this salary increase, the union will not organize another strike for a certain period of time."

"Yes, just time please be clear?"

"Three years?"

"No, at most one year!"

After a while of bargaining, the time was determined to be one and a half years.

"Very good, Martin, since we have made a decision, let's sign the settlement agreement."

Davidson took the draft agreement from the young man who acted as secretary, signed the letter and handed it to Martin along with the pen.

After Martin looked carefully, he confirmed that there were no traps before signing his name on it.

"Very good, Martin, things are perfectly resolved, are we going to have a drink and celebrate."

I don’t know when the “secretary” came to Martin with six glasses of champagne.

Martin refused, so he took a cup from it. Seeing this, the other two men also took a cup.

After getting the drink, at Davidson's suggestion, the six people touched the glass. Although Carl had a dark face, he still made the glass clinking action together. However, he slammed the door and left.

After a glass of wine is in your stomach, add another glass.

Martin was very excited to drink, and Davidson suddenly slapped his head and said, "By the way, we have already achieved results here. Do you have to go out and talk to the workers waiting outside?"

He looked at Markey and McClure: "Who are you going?"

Markey and McClure looked at each other and scrambled to say, "I'll go!"

Martin waved his hand at this time and said, "You guys go together, it's more convincing!"

After the two left, Davidson poured Martin with a smile on his face, pulled a chair and sat down opposite him.

There were only four people left in the conference room at this moment, and neither of them had any sense of existence.

"Martin, you said you are a lawyer, which law firm you are good at?" Davidson asked casually.

Martin said: "There is no law firm, the lone wolf is alone!"

"Then you are amazing - you organized a union alone!" Davidson first praised, then changed the subject: "You will make a lot of money after doing this vote... When will you publicly announce your participation in the city council re-election?"

"Well, what are you saying..." Martin subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he heard Davidson continue with a smile: "What are you anxious about? There is no one here again."

"Martin, before us, you don't have to deny that your name can be found on the North Sacramento Election Commission's List."

Martin looked at Davidson with a smile on his face and suddenly felt a chill for no reason.

"You are so bold that you actually treat our company and these more than 800 workers as your promotion." Davidson said with admiration: "If you don't do it well, you're fine, these workers will lose their jobs."

Martin smiled and said, "How is it possible? Workers are on strike, and companies can only compromise for survival. This is a social rule."

Davidson shook his head and said, "This is just a social law, but not an absolute truth."

"Strike is not a panacea, and only most of the compromises are not all!"

"Martin, let's say that you organized the workers to strike, saying it was for their own good, but do you know that this factory is optional for the card... uh our real bosses, like a used rag, can be discarded at any time."

“By the time, he’s only lost $250,000 for him, and for the workers who support you, it’s a job to support your family.”

Martin fell silent: "How is that possible?"

Davidson said again: "How is it impossible! You use workers as stepping stones. The workers do not know the truth and think there is benefits. They will naturally be able to use them. But the boss will not be happy to be the sucker. His temper is that he would rather waste money than let you succeed. The law does not allow the company to fire workers in the name of strike, but it does not allow the company to go bankrupt!"

Martin argued loudly: "Use workers as stepping stones? Nothing is true!"

Davidson said meaningfully: "No? I don't believe it!"

"Look at the banners you have put on the strikes by the workers. Salary increase? A weekly salary starts at $95, and overtime is calculated. Go and ask which factory can give this number. Labor protection supplies? Ask them what they wear on their hands and mouths when they go to work? Nutrition for lunch? Which factory has the lunch box made from a hotel? "

“‘We want to live, we want to raise money!’ It sounds really nice, but it almost turned out to be ‘We want to work, we want to live’.”

Davidson wanted to say something else, but Martin didn't want to listen anymore, so he stood up and said, "Sorry, the agreement is signed, I have to leave, say goodbye."

Davidson then stood up, reached out to stop him, and said, "No, I haven't finished speaking yet?"

Martin sank his face and whispered: "Why, are you going to illegally detain him?"

Davidson waved his hand and said, "Of course not, just talking."

Martin kept silent, and Weber, who had not spoken, suddenly interrupted: "Martin, you just said that you know what our company's products are and have you played with them?"

Martin glanced at Webber without replying.

Webber said: "I would like to remind you that our products are still confidential and all employees of Magic7 have signed confidentiality contracts. I have reason to believe that you are suspected of stealing our company's trade secrets."

Martin stared at Webber with wide eyes and said, "You..."

Then, Davidson whispered in his ear: "I heard that you just came back from San Francisco. I also heard that you put a lot of cash in a house in San Francisco. I also heard that IRS sent out a lot of people today..."

After three consecutive "heards" of Martin, he felt as if he was struck by lightning when he heard this, and sat back on the chair in a daze.

It's over! It's all over!

Just when Martin was in a state of vain, outside the office building, almost all the workers arrived at some point. Carl stood in front of the gate, facing the densely packed workers. There were two huge speakers next to Carl, and the wires behind the speaker were connected from the office building.

The scene was silent!

They heard the conversation between Davidson and Martin!
Chapter completed!