Chapter 65:
Recently, the factory's increasing frequency of shutdowns had everyone feeling uneasy. It all began with a week off each month last year, and now it had escalated to working one week and shutting down the next. A sense of panic was spreading among the workers, especially since there were rumors that the factory might not survive much longer.
It wasn't that the factory was losing money; in fact, it wasn't operating at a loss. The problem was the diminishing demand for its products. Many goods were piling up in the warehouse, slowly accumulating dust. If things didn't sell, there would be no inco. With the costs of production, warehouse managent, workers' wages, and other losses, it beca the factory owner's biggest headache.
Despite the factory owner's assurances to the workers that he would do everything possible to keep the factory running, everyone had a feeling that the days of finding a new job were not far away.
Anderson () was a very ordinary worker, and today was his payday. He arrived at the factory early in the morning, neatly dressed. People gathered in small groups, chatting about ordinary topicsmostly about who suddenly beca wealthy or which nearby factories had recently closed.
In the past, they never felt life would be this challenging, especially a few years ago when the factory operated continuously from morning till night. Back then, they were tired but fulfilled. Hard work brought generous rewards, and the factory owner even expanded the facilities, creating more job opportunities.
As they reminisced about the past or feared the future, a commotion erupted from the factory's finance office.
The noisy sounds instantly pricked everyone's sensitive nerves. Most people imdiately stopped what they were doing and hurried towards the finance office.
Upon approaching, Anderson discovered that so workers were arguing with the factory owner their boss. There were two reasons for the argunt.
First, the factory would shut down completely from next month onwards, and they would have to wait for further notice about resuming work. This essentially ant the end of the factory, as the prospect of resuming work seed non-existent. The federal salary system was based on working hours, aning they earned money for the tasks they completed. This system had always been reasonable, especially for hardworking individuals who received more in return for their efforts. If the factory shut down entirely, these workers would have no inco next month.
Most ordinary families in the federation did not have a habit of actively saving money, and with the recent lowering of interest rates in the six major federal banks, the difference between keeping money in the bank and holding it in hand had beco negligible. This further diminished the incentive to deposit money in banks.
Money has a unique propertywhen one has it, an inexplicable desire to spend arises. The more money one has, the stronger the desire to consu. It could be buying an extravagant treat or indulging in a pack of high-quality cigarettes one hadn't tried before. Without savings, life depended entirely on salaries. If salaries were gone, many households would imdiately face the terrifying prospect of coming to a halt.
Another frightening aspect was the expiration of various installnt products, including houses and cars. This would beco an overwhelming burden in people's lives.
In the past few years, as the world stabilized after the chaos, the federation, previously staying out of wars, began rapid developnt. Many new things erged, including new ways and concepts of consumption. Not only could houses and cars be purchased in installnts, but even a television could be bought on installnt plans, as long as one had a social security card and legal citizenship. Everyone enjoyed enormous benefits from the era, where money seed abundant.
Now, those unpaid installnts beca a noose around people's necks, ready to tighten and snatch away lives at any mont.
A few workers were arguing with the boss about the factory shutting down. They demanded that the factory must resu operations next month for at least ten days, which was their final insistence. Working for a day and resting for two was the only way to ensure their livelihoods.
However, the boss remained stern, constantly shaking his head. He couldn't accept such demands. Business was tough now, and the markets in and around Sabin City, even within the state, were saturated. Products were difficult to sell in bulk like before, and the slow return of funds mainly went towards warehouse fees and salary.
Continuing operations would only lead to bankruptcy. The only option now was a complete shutdown, finding a way for the products, or identifying and solving the problem before resuming operations.
Workers felt lost, and so did the factory owner. The products had clearly been selling well, but within a short span of one or two years, they suddenly beca unsellable. In the past, nurous people would drive trucks, rushing to load goods outside the warehouse. However, nowadays, so individuals were even calling the factory, inquiring about the possibility of returning goods, even if it ant getting only thirty percent of their money back!
Apart from the shutdown issue, there was another problemthe paynt thod for this month's salary.
"The factory's account doesn't have much money left to pay all of you, so I thought maybe we could use a different thod to issue your salaries," the boss explained.
The discussion about the shutdown had stopped, and the workers decided to let the union handle it. At this mont, their faces were icy cold as they stared at the factory owner, devoid of the past friendliness. Not only was there a wall between them, but they had also beco adversaries to each other.
The boss's eyelids twitched, and he rubbed his eyes. His voice was dry and hoarse as he continued, "I don't know how to say this." He glanced around the surrounding workers and sighed, "You're already aware of the factory's current situation. I can't co up with the money anymore."
Before he could finish, the workers nearest to him erupted in an uproar. The commotion quickly spread, engulfing the entire factory in noise. Eventually, even the boss suppressed unnecessary emotions and looked coldly at the workers arguing and making a scene.
After a while, the noise subsided. Unable to achieve any response or resolution, the workers quieted down.
At this mont, a faint sneer appeared on the factory owner's face, directed not only at these workers but also at himself. However, he quickly restrained it.
"I will compensate you by providing the products we manufactured, with the salary being determined based on the standard cost of production for those items."
"You can refuse to accept it, or you can go to the union or the court to sue . I can simply apply for bankruptcy protection, and then we can all go down together!"
"If you're willing to accept, go to the warehouse and collect your 'salaries'!" After saying this, he turned and walked back into the finance office. Shortly afterward, an accountant and a few mbers of the managent team ca out to calm the emotions.
Anderson, like a puppet, stood in the crowd, swept along by the current. His mind was filled with buzzing and ringing noises. At this mont, he felt like the sky was collapsing.
In reality, he had nothing to worry about because he would soon adapt.
So workers started to protest, while others silently went to collect the unsold products. At least these items were sothing, and anything was better than nothing.
Outside the warehouse, Anderson numbly took out a pen and signed his na in the salary book. Then, he stared at three large boxes of household appliances, his mind buzzing.
What should he do in the days to co?
Anderson, with three boxes on his back, had just stepped out of the factory gate when a gust of wind picked up. Out of nowhere, sothing drifted along with the breeze, briefly covering his face.Please vote for this novel at /series/blackstone-code/Please do not delete thisHow to find a list of chaptersPlease find the chapter label next to your favorite translator's na, and click the label.
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