Chapter 352 Tiger’s Butt
"Stupid, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!"

From Ah Hao to Brother Hao, there is only this big door between them.

Brother Hao squinted his eyes and looked at the cigar butt between his fingers, turning it back and forth, and suddenly asked: "Do you think rich people smoke cigars because they are really good to smoke?"

"Why do I feel like Pegasus is not as good as the ones on the mainland?"

"It's damn expensive!"

The younger brother who was driving turned the steering wheel and looked through the middle rearview mirror and said with a smile: "Brother Hao, we can't smoke cigars in the mainland! Usually, we have to share a box of Fengshou, and we can only smoke Pegasus a few times a year."

"But rich people must smoke cigars because they smoke better, right?"

"Well, then you try it." Brother Hao handed the cigar head directly to the driver.

The driver took a deep breath and then kept coughing. He almost cried and slapped the steering wheel. What the hell is this? It's harder to smoke than a fucking dry cigarette.

A smile appeared on Brother Hao's lips. He lazily leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes and rested. Thinking of what Inspector Le warned him during the meal, he said slowly: "Ahua, we came to Hong Kong to make money, not to risk our lives. There are some people we cannot afford to offend. Don't have such thoughts in the future."

"Okay, Brother Hao!" But the driver, Ahua, was still a little indignant: "Damn, the rich people in Hong Kong are really rich! They are richer than the warlords in Chaozhou back then. Damn! We have weapons in our hands now. If we do one or two jobs, can't we just drink delicious food and eat spicy food?"

"Why do we brothers have to fight with the local gangs to make a living?"

Hao didn't make a sound for a long time, as if he had fallen asleep. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "The gangs here are far worse than the militia in our commune."

"Deming, do you want to get some horses to play with? Just for fun?" Mr. Zhou, a gold and jewelry dealer, came in with his son-in-law, Mr. Zheng. After nodding to everyone, he smiled and greeted Wang Deming: "We Chinese have a gambling nature in our bones, so horse racing is so popular in Hong Kong."

"Look at the countless mahjong parlors on the streets and alleys. A little gambling can make you happy."

"Oh, that makes sense. Deming, you can really get a few horses and hire a horse trainer. It won't cost much a year, a few hundred thousand dollars at most. Whether it's the Jockey Club or the Golf Club, they are actually high-end clubs. With this status, it will be very convenient to do anything in Hong Kong."

There were also people on the side who followed suit and encouraged him.

Wang Deming smiled and waved his hands. He picked up a cigar and played with it in his hand, explaining: "I am not interested in these things. Money is one thing. Wouldn't it be good to increase some benefits for the workers at the bottom of the society?"

"Mr. Bao just said that the English authorities in Hong Kong had closed down the trade unions long before liberation, mainly because they were afraid that the trade union movement would overthrow them. Both the Soviet Union and we have witnessed this."

"But in fact, trade unions are of certain benefit in easing the conflicts between labor and management."

He lit the cigar, and seemed to be concentrating on it. He turned his fingers back and forth, sucked hard, and slowly exhaled the smoke. He continued to smile and asked, "I wonder if you have read the Selected Works of Mao Zedong published in the mainland?"

Everyone in the box had a solemn look on their faces. They were all real big capitalists. If they were in the mainland, they would need to be reformed. When they heard the words "trade union" and "Selected Works of Mao Zedong", they trembled in their hearts.

"Then you definitely don't know what the meaning of 'two participations, one reform and three combinations' is!" Wang Deming's eyes slowly swept across the faces of the partners in the box, and he smiled with eight white teeth, mocking himself: "You are big capitalists, but I am not?"

"Okay, then, you must have heard about the Ford factory in Detroit, America? And Pfizer Pharmaceuticals?"

Well, it seems that except Mr. Bao, no one else knows.

Wang Deming helped them to understand how Henry Ford increased his workers' wages and made them proud and proud. They even wore Ford's work clothes and drove Ford cars when they went out to travel.

There is also an American folk song: I am going to Detroit, where there is a factory called Ford, and I will enjoy a happy life.
There is also Pfizer. During the Great Depression, all the workers raised funds for drug research, which saved Pfizer from bankruptcy.

The two participations, one reform and three combinations were also popularized to them - no one can be at a high position in the factory, and everyone needs to work on the front line. This will avoid many things, especially the big company disease.

Finally, Wang Deming put out his cigar and asked them with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, when you give your grassroots workers a dignified life, it is nothing more than a few points less profit per year, but what they can give you in return is far more than that."

"So, I suggest that we organize a Federation of Industry and Commerce in our factory, select grassroots worker representatives, and sit down together every month to talk about things like the current market prices, the craftsmanship in the workshop, and whether anyone is making dirty money?"

"You know, the real money-making businesses in Hong Kong now, apart from freight, are labor-intensive industries. The more labor-intensive the textile, plastic and chemical industries are, the more they need to handle labor-capital relations well. Think about it, if workers go on strike, how much will be lost in a day? We also need to keep up with the times!"

The box was silent. You looked at me, I looked at you, and no one answered.

All I can say is that whether in the past or in the future, capitalists throughout the Asian cultural circle have always regarded exploitation as their top priority. Any more exploitation is good. How could they possibly take the initiative to give profits to the lower-level workers?
That is why the teacher said that theirs is not actually standard capitalism, but the thinking of slave owners and feudal lords.

"Deming, we are aware of this, but if the workers unite and ask for more benefits from us, what should we do if we cannot satisfy them? This factory will not be able to operate!"

"Yes, Deming, we understand that you came from the north and received a different ideological education than us. For those of us who run factories, the first thing we have to do is to maintain the factory and pay the workers every month. This is a lot of money! If we are late for a few days, the workers will simply not come to work."

"Deming, if you don't budget carefully, the factory will soon close down. Won't all those workers be out of work? It's not easy for us to support so many workers. So, your idea is good, but it's unrealistic!"

Wang Deming kept smiling and listened quietly to their objections. If the capitalists could be convinced with just a few words, there would be no need for reform.
"Come on, let's go visit my beverage factory in Tsuen Wan. It's been open for a few years, and I haven't been there for a long time. Before, I asked Brother Dong to find someone to take care of it. I usually just ask someone to check the accounts, and I don't care about anything."

Wang Deming stood up and invited him, and asked Mr. Huo to help confirm, "Brother Dong, how much money did the beverage factory make last year?"

"It seems to be tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars, right?"

"Everyone, are you interested?"

(End of this chapter)