Jing Qingfeng is almost dying.

Although Jing Qingfeng can still speak and smoke normally, when he took the initiative to ask the four brothers how to deal with the Silver Blood Society, Jing Zhengwu knew that this man who once talked about the same thing in the Jing family was about to die.

Language is a wonderful thing. Once spoken, these fleeting words immediately have a fixed form, forming a restraining effect on the speaker.

Jing Qingfeng's inquiry was actually a ceremony of transfer of power.

He exposed his weakness.

There is actually no difference between people. Even if you are proficient in combat techniques, you are so wise and close to monsters, and you are so charming... But you are just a person after all, and you cannot control others.

More than 100 tribe members from all over the Jing family were able to firmly surround the head of the family because they believed that Jing Qingfeng had the ability to make them live better and the power to make them live worse than death.

The power gathered by the belief of the people will in turn be afraid of threatening the people. Power is so wonderful.

However, once the head of the family is exposed to weakness and another trustworthy heir appears, the power gathered by trust will be transferred to the new head of the family because of trust.

The weak are like vines. When they see the stronger ones appear, they will quietly extend their tentacles.

What Jing Zhengwu has to do is to prove that he is a leader who is stronger than his father and brothers...!

"The concerns of the Silver Blood Society are not difficult to understand, but that is because they have not managed workers' slaves." Jing Zhengwu said loudly: "As the saying goes, soldiers do not move without generals, and snakes do not work without heads. Every time a worker organizes trouble, there must be a leader they trust and cadres responsible for connecting with all parties."

"As long as the leader is found and the bribes are divided, the workers can defeat themselves without any confrontation."

Jing Qingfeng asked, "What if the leader is poor and humble and unyielding?"

"It doesn't matter if the leader does not surrender. We can also bribe cadres and stigmatize all cadres who do not accept bribes, so that the bribed cadres can take advantage of the troubled waters."

Jing Qingqi asked again: "What if it is difficult to find the leader, or if the leader is just a target that is being launched on the surface?"

Jing Zhengwu smiled and said, "Then we should buy and threaten a few ordinary workers. We don't need to do anything. We just need to make a noise, and then they will be in danger and doubt their companions. At this time, we only need to express our past resignation and let the bribes withdraw voluntarily, so that the majority of people who are unstable will be divided and shaken, and the riot will naturally disappear."

"Or hold a discussion meeting and agree to their demands openly, but keep dragging them, and then transferring the leaders and cadres. Even if the workers find that they have been deceived, they will not be able to organize them."

"If you can't even do this... it means that the workers have decided." Jing Zhengwu said calmly: "Just just call on Heyangjun to suppress it."

Jing Qingfeng finally nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Is this what you thought of by Zhengwu yourself? The logic is self-consistent, and it seems to be a practical conclusion."

"Yes." Jing Zhengwu said politely: "Three years ago, the workers in Xiaojiushan riots, and I helped my third uncle give advice. The workers were very stubborn at that time, and the leaders and cadres refused to negotiate. So we bribed several weak workers, let them take advantage of the situation, and informed us, which greatly hindered their decision-making time."

"When the workers found something wrong and wanted to destroy the mining equipment and escape, the Heyang Army we invited had arrived. Even the younger brother, the leader who led the riot, surrendered to us overnight to lead the Heyang Army to annihilate the workers hiding in the mine resistance, and suppress the impact of the Xiaojiushan riot to the lowest point."

Jing Zhengwu seemed to remember something and added: "Works who surrender like this should also vigorously promote and praise and sing, so that everyone can know that the surrenders enjoy all their wealth and glory, and the rebels will not be buried in death."

"Very good." Jing Qingfeng nodded again and took a sip of Bai Xia: "Zhengwu is reasonable and well-organized. So, do other people have other ideas?"

Jing Zhengwu glanced at the 'competitors'. Jing Zhengtang was biting his ears with Fei slightly. Jing Zhengfeng seemed to be thinking about something. Only their elder brother Jing Zhengwei was still feasting on his face - so confident?

Thinking of the older brother's unusual performance today, Jing Zhengwu secretly adjusted Jing Zhengwei's threat to the highest level. He knew very well that his brother was not an ordinary person, and his every move had a profound meaning. Since his brother abandoned his cunning and profound style in the past, it means that his current attitude can earn more benefits for him.

After a while, Jing Zhengfeng slowly said: "Provoke opposition and create hatred."

Jing Qingfeng took a sip of Bai Xia: "Let's listen."

Although Jing Zhengfeng said that he was 'old and immortal', he answered this question very seriously: "The reason why workers and slaves riots are rioted is because they have nowhere to vent their resentment, and they accumulate in their hearts, and they will naturally be incited in the end."

"Then let them have some place to vent their resentment."

"Let the cadres responsible for supervising workers, food and accommodation take the initiative to 'discriminate' against them, because of their language, appearance, or even height... In short, let the workers realize that there are other workers who live better than themselves for other reasons."

"Discrimination causes opposition, and opposition leads to hatred. At the beginning, workers certainly did not dare to lose their temper at the supervisory cadres. They only dared to attack those who were treated preferentially. Those who were treated preferentially would not swallow their anger and would inevitably gather to fight back."

"At this time, supervisors can give workers a little bit of power, such as food. Workers with large factional power can get more and better food for their own people, while those with small factional power can only be bullied..."

"Of course, supervisors cannot let the workers really have a big gang. It is best to have three to four factions in each factory and mine. If they find that the faction is too strong, they will encourage other factions to suppress it together."

Before Jing Zhengfeng finished speaking, Jing Qingfeng couldn't help but applaud: "It's wonderful, it's wonderful!"

"It not only eliminates the resentment of the workers and slaves, but also makes them hate each other. Even if they want to riot, they will not be able to cooperate because of past grudges. It is indeed exquisite... ahem!"

After coughing several times, Jing Qingfeng took a sip of Bai Xia, as if he had recovered: "Is this what you learned from Qinghong Gang?"

"It's almost done." Jing Zhengfeng wanted to put the pillow on the stent, but he looked at the elder brother next to him and drank a glass of wine: "That's it, I'm done, I'll leave first if I'm fine."

"No hurry." Jing Qingfeng looked at the other two: "Do you have anything to add?"

Although Jing Zhengwu's face had not changed, and even had a smile on his face, his heart was already overturned - without thinking, Jing Qingfeng is more optimistic about that wild breeder now!

I was actually defeated by a bastard!

Did Jing Zhengfeng know his father's test questions in advance, so he answered so well? If he could know in advance, he could come up with a more sophisticated method, but what...

"Father, Feiwei... Feiwei and I also have an immature idea."

At this time, Jing Zhengtang finally accepted his girlfriend's instructions and stammered up his hand and said.

"Tell me." Jing Qingfeng smiled rarely: "I'm looking forward to it."

"It's like that. The fourth brother just said that the reason for the workers' riots is because they have nowhere to vent their resentment." Jing Zhengtang took a sip of tea and said, "I agree with this view, but I feel it is not complete enough: the reason why the workers' riots is because they have no hope."

"We can give them a hope."

Jing Qingfeng frowned slightly: "What hope?"

Old capitalists are very alert to workers when they want to suck their own blood.

"Set the level." Jing Zhengtang said: "Take mine workers as an example, mine workers usually have to work 18 hours, so we can set three levels: black iron workers, silver workers, gold workers, black iron workers have to work 18 hours, silver workers only need to work 16 hours, and gold workers only need to work 14 hours, but their wages are exactly the same."

"At the same time, black iron workers have no benefits in the mine, while silver workers can take a bath every three days, take a day off every week, and gold workers can take a bath every day, take a two day off every week..."

"besides……"

"Enough!" Jing Qingfeng stopped his third son, couldn't help coughing several times, took a sip and said, "According to your method, our Jing family might as well sell the mine!"

"Father, Fei Wei's plan has not yet reached the point." Jing Zhengtang accidentally exposed it again, but everyone seemed to care: "We can set it as if all workers were black iron workers at the beginning, and they could be promoted to silver workers after working for five years, and they could be promoted to gold workers after working for ten years."

"If you report backlight elements, or find someone riots in conjunction, as long as the news is accurate, you can immediately advance to a higher level."

“But if there is any violation, such as participating in a riot, such as being lazy, you will lose the qualification to be promoted.”

Speaking of this, Jing Zhengtang stopped.

Jing Qingfeng was a little surprised: "Continue talking."

"Uh, there are many more next, but I forgot." Jing Zhengtang scratched his head embarrassedly.

Jing Qingfeng looked at Jing Zhengtang and Feiwei angrily, and nodded: "Five years, ten years... very good, very good, Zhengwu, do you know that the average job of ordinary workers in mines is older?"

The smile on Jing Zhengwu's face was already very reluctant: "It's about two to three years."

"Then the threshold for this silver worker can be lowered to three years, and the gold worker can be lowered to five years." Jing Qingfeng said with satisfaction: "The workers must see a hope that seems to be realized... Even if the working time is three years, just a violation can be made up, and his promotion opportunity can be directly cancelled."

"It doesn't matter if the worker runs away. He has basically squeezed out his labor in three years. If he stays, he will just waste food."

"But one or two silver workers can be left in the mines to serve as role models to inspire other workers to fight."

"Very good, very good! Zhengtang, you have not been very likable since childhood, but my father has to admit that you have a better look at women than me!"

Jing Zhengtang smiled foolishly, and Fei lowered her head to thank him.

Then, everyone looked at the only person among the four brothers who had not spoken yet, Jing Zhengwei, the eldest son of the Jing family.

In all kinds of eyes, some were ridiculed, some were resentful, and some were ridiculed.

But there is no expectation.

Jing Zhengwu's "countermeasures", Jing Zhengfeng's "dividing conspiracy", and Jing Zhengtang's "hope system" almost exhausted all the possibilities of controlling workers. What's more, these three brothers were able to come up with such a plan, which was related to their life experience: Jing Zhengwu participated in the suppression of the riot when he was young, and Jing Zhengfeng struggled at the bottom for many years, and Jing Zhengtang's wife was awesome.

Compared with them, Jing Zhengwei has no advantage at all.

Moreover, Jing Zhengwei was still feasting. In the eyes of the tribesmen, this was an attitude of taking the initiative to give up.

"Hmm? Is it my turn?"

Leyu took a mouthful of honeyed pork tea, blinked her eyes and looked at everyone, and smiled and said, "What do I think..."

Jing Zhengwu, Feiwei, and Jing Zhengfeng immediately raised their minds. They were secretly paying attention to their elder brother Jing Zhengwei. Although others thought that Jing Zhengwei gave up on himself, they all thought that Jing Zhengwei was confident - they believed that the gloomy and cruel eldest son Jing Zhengwei would not be surrendered.

But in fact...

Music is just a tough person without desire.

Just kidding, you are discussing how to deal with the working class here. Will I still give you some advice?

He had no interest in competing for the head of the Jing family. If it weren't for maintaining Jing Zhengwei's personality, he would have been absurd words such as "More money! Build a Worker's Community! Build a Worker's Primary School! Build a Worker's Hospital".

But it was my turn to speak, and Leyu had to say something after all, and it couldn't be "I'm the same as an exam. Just like in the exam, handing in everything wrong but writing a full answer is a good attitude, but handing in a blank paper is a bad attitude.

Then... let's tell me a joke.

"My idea is similar to my third brother, but it's not that complicated." Le Yu cleared his throat and said, "I plan to run a newspaper that can be distributed to the workers at a low price or even free of charge. Fortunately, the workers should be literate."

newspaper?

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what the eldest young master was saying at all, and even Jing Qingfeng was confused: "What are you talking about?"

"I also want to give the workers and slaves a hope, but don't have to pass the fancy ones through the system, just rely on a pen." Leyu said: "I plan to serialize these books in the newspaper-"

"The workers do these things and become big mine owners in five years,"

"You only complain that you have no money, but don't consider your own broken jade",

"The housekeeper killed these slaves just because he witnessed them not working hard",

"The slave turns over and turns into a big shopkeeper, you want to know these skills",

"You can't eat enough every day because you haven't made up for these shortcomings",

"Workers, the boss asks you so much, I hope you will be better",

"Yang Bailao learned to manage himself, and Huang Shiren sighed even more than that in ten years"

…”

"Who are Yang Bailao and Huang Shiren?" Jing Zhengtang suddenly interrupted and asked.

"Uh... the two people I know, the former is a worker and the latter is a boss." Le Yu spoke dryly, explained, and drank a sip of honey pork tea, then turned to look at Jing Qingfeng: "This is what I think, how do you feel?"

Jing Qingfeng raised his right hand tremblingly and pointed at Leyu: "Zhengwei, you..."

Damn, I'm talking jokes. This old man wants to get angry when he hears my nonsense? Leyu's mind is quick and he thought to himself, "I'm the same, too." Forget it, let's go over. Now he's about to piss off the old man to death, what should I do later?

"You, you..."

Jing Qingfeng took a deep breath of Bai Xia and said loudly:

"Go and do it now!"
Chapter completed!