Bernas had originally been an ordinary engineer at Qualcomm Electronics. He was 35 years old this year and had joined the company after graduating from college. However, due to his average technical skills and abilities, his rank had never advanced beyond that of a mid-level engineer.
But over the decades, as others ca and went, he remained, for a variety of reasons.
While he wasn't skilled at flattering and currying favor, he found a sense of superiority among the junior engineers and assembly line workers and, to his surprise, actually managed to beco quite close with them.
When the Qualcomm Electronics workers' union was ford, he received the support of the majority of the workers and beca the President of the Qualcomm Electronics union!
In many capitalist countries, companies have labor unions. These unions are not established by the companies themselves but are spontaneously organized by the employees and are not directly managed by the company.
The purpose of a labor union is to fight for the rights and benefits of the employees, and nowadays, many large enterprises in Huaxia are gradually seeing the ergence of such organizations as well.
As the President of the union, Bernas not only had an additional inco but also held a status in the company that was no less than that of so senior engineers and executives. Representing the interests of 80% of the company's employees, his words carried a lot of weight among the workers, and even the leaders did not dare to offend him lightly.
With this role, Bernas led a rather comfortable life at the company.
But one day, he received an anonymous call. Soone had made an appointnt to et him at Mogate Bar that evening and requested that he co alone, without bringing anyone. Moreover, the caller emphasized it was a good thing!
Bernas's life was already quite good, but human desires are endless. Besides, the eting place was a bar bustling with people; he had no concerns about foul play or ulterior motives from the other party.
With a mix of anxiety and anticipation, he arrived at Mogate Bar as agreed.
"Excuse , are you Mr. Bernas?" As soon as he pushed open the door of the bar, a bartender approached him to ask.
Bernas nodded,
"Right this way, please. A guest has been waiting for you for a long ti," the bartender led Bernas to a private booth by the window, where a young stranger was seated.
"Thank you for your trouble, you may go now," the young man pulled out a stack of bills and placed them on the nu.
Bernas twitched at the corner of his eye. The stack of bills must have amounted to at least several dozen. Although Mogate Bar was the finest in town, its prices were only mid-range; the largest tips were usually only a few tens of US dollars, rarely exceeding 100 dollars.
Yet this young man had casually given away thousands of dollars, his largesse was breathtaking!
His gaze quickly swept over the young man's attire, which bore no logos, but both the materials and the craftsmanship were exquisite.
"No need to look any further; my clothes are custom-made," the youth said with a smile, "Please, take a seat!"
Facing such a profound presence, Bernas instinctively obeyed the young man's command and sat down, "Sir, were you the one who had soone call ?"
"You are Bernas, the President of the Qualcomm Electronics union, right?"
"Yes," Bernas nodded.
"Let
introduce myself," the young man sipped the red wine before him, "My na is Otto Duber. You might not know , but you must have heard of my father; his na is Jas Duber!"
"Whoosh!" As soon as Bernas heard that na, he stood up impulsively, shock written all over his face.
"You... You are the son of the Duber family?" No wonder his gestures were so generous; to the whole of Arica, the Duber surna almost sounded like royalty!
"Mr. Otto, what do you need
for..."
"My master wants to et you," Otto said.
"Your master?" Bernas's brain started racing. Was it his father? Or his grandfather? Or another core mber of the Duber family?
But why seek him out? He's just an ordinary engineer, albeit with a slight position at Qualcomm Electronics, but if the higher-ups truly wanted to deal with him, his role as the union president wouldn't much matter—after all, no matter how supportive the employees are, they're still wage earners who need to eat.
And in front of the Duber family, he was as insignificant as an ant, what could he possibly do to draw the Duber family's attention?
"The call should have made it clear, my husband has a business deal he wants to discuss with you, if it goes well, you could earn at least an eight-figure reward!"
"Eight figures?" Breina's eyes bulged roundly, that's at least ten million US dollars! He couldn't earn that much in a lifeti without eating or drinking!
"Interested? If you are, co with !" After saying that, Otto stood up and headed for the second floor of the bar.
The second floor of the bar consisted of private rooms offering great privacy, but of course, the security was much less—which ant that if the Duber family wanted to do sothing to him there, it would go unnoticed.
But thinking it over, he was just an ordinary person, and even if it ant offending the Duber family, he didn't have the capability for such an act. Fortune favors the bold—let's gamble!
He mustered his courage and walked into one of the private rooms on the second floor, where, apart from Otto, there was also an East Asian young man about Otto's age.
Was this the "Mr." that the young master of the Duber family had ntioned? But he seed too young, didn't he?
"Mr. Breina, please take a seat!" Zhang nglong pointed to the seat in front of him, "Let
introduce myself, my na is Zhang nglong!"
"You're Zhang nglong?" Breina sprang up from his seat.
Zhongtong Electronics had been one of the upstream companies for Silicon Moonlight; they produced Crystal Chips that were sent to Silicon Moonlight for packaging and testing. He also knew that the current richest man in the world, Zhang nglong, had acquired Silicon Moonlight and even ousted several Arican shareholders.
These shareholders were actually the executives of Zhongtong Electronics!
If a direct relationship were to be drawn, Zhang nglong and Zhongtong Electronics were absolutely on opposing sides! How could there be anything good from him reaching out today?
"Don't panic," Zhang nglong said with a smile, "if I have a grudge, it's only with Zhongtong Electronics. What are you worried about?"
"That's true!" Breina cald down a little.
"So Mr. Zhang, why approach ..."
"Not long ago, several executives from your Zhongtong Electronics colluded with Kaibong people to cause trouble at my company, instigating employees at Silicon Moonlight to strike, and reported supposed fire hazards and tax loopholes," Zhang nglong listed one aggravation after another, "these things have irked , so I'm planning to retaliate!"
Although Breina didn't say anything, he was ntally bashing Zhang nglong thoroughly.
You're the richest man in the world, why be so petty? You want retaliation for every negative against you? Are you still in kindergarten? Only children are that vengeful!
But then he suddenly rembered what Otto had said before, that Zhang nglong wanted to discuss a business deal with him, and if it worked out, he could earn millions of US dollars!
"What do you want
to do, Mr. Zhang?" Breina asked.
"Aren't you the president of the union? I assu you have so clout among the workers, right?"
Breina's eyes lit up; Zhang nglong was recognizing his influence among the workers! He knew that Zhang nglong must want him to use his clout to do sothing.
Though the target was his own company, if the money was right, what can't be done? Ten million dollars was more than he could ever earn in his lifeti; if this deal went through, he could live comfortably without working a day more in his life!
"At Qualcomm Electronics, I was elected union president with over eighty percent of worker votes," Breina imdiately showed his worth, "Mr. Zhang, what do you need
to do for you?"
"Simple, I want you to lead your workers in a massive strike!"
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