Chapter 6 first quarter

The typist's sakura-like fingers moved nimbly and pulled the letter paper out of the envelope.Haibara watched this scene with dazed eyes—he was indeed exhausted. "That's all for the morning's letters." "Show me." Huiyuan took the letter and just started to read it when he opened his nostrils slightly to reveal an expression of displeasure. "Is it Chen Qingxin again?" "It's not a petition letter, it's a threatening letter. It's really annoying." "Did you send a letter on purpose to make trouble?" "That is to say, I also know that it can't be true."

After reading, Huiyuan folded the letter paper and put it back in the envelope.Nearly thirty different letters on the table were divided into three hills.A stack of personal letters addressed to the president, which they will not open.Other official or unknown sender letters will be opened by the secretary. In order to assist the Donghe Textile strike that started in mid-April, the wives of union members sent letters to the company incessantly, in which they lamented their plight.The content of the complaints in each letter is similar, for example, the family cannot afford rice because of loss of income, or lack of money to buy milk powder to feed the children. Most of them are exaggerated and untrue descriptions, which not only have no effect, but also make the management laugh. While sympathizing with Labor's stupidity.

However, as the situation of the protest gradually became unfavorable to the labor side, the content of the petition letters became more and more hoaxes, and some of them were clearly threatening letters.This kind of letter should also ask the president to read it. "Six letters today." "They're in a hurry. No, it's not so much a hurry, it's better to say it's the last struggle. The union's defeat has been clearly revealed." While the typist was sorting out the letters, Haibara turned his eyes out of the window, and the advertising balloon floating near the Nihonbashi Bridge was imprinted with the words "Spring Outfit" and was drowsily shaking.In the early summer sun, the semicircular sphere looks like jellyfish swimming in a cobalt blue atmosphere.

"Spring clothes are out..." He said to himself, amazed at how quickly time passed.After the factory's labor union launched a strike, Haibara has held countless board meetings and collective negotiations day after day in a heavy atmosphere.He used to hold meetings all night, and he used to sleep on the sofa at the head office.Finally, after the group consultation held on May 30th, the atmosphere of union defeat became more and more intense.Among the four major requirements they announced, the management accepted two of them, hoping to end in a tie.On the surface, the two sides seem to be tied, but the employer has rejected the two most important projects, so in fact the result of the strike will be the employer's victory.That's why now Huiyuan finally had enough time to look at the scene around him, and realized that the time series had already entered early summer, and he recalled the arduous battle of the past fifty days again.

"I seem to have lost weight." Hui Yuan touched his wrist under the sleeve. He was already a little fat. Although it didn't look obvious from the outside, when everyone else lost two weights, he should have lost two weights. That's right. He drew a cigarette from a cigarette case and lit it.For breakfast, I only eat simple toast, so I am almost hungry now.After taking a big puff of the cigarette, he felt a slight dizziness, but it was delicious, and it was completely different from the feeling of smoking for calm when attending a conference.He really felt that this was the smell of smoking.

"I'm done." The typist handed out three bundles of sorted letters, Haibara came back to his senses, threw the bundle of petition letters on the table, and walked out of the office with the personal letters and threatening letters addressed to the president . The president's office is on the same side of the corridor, separated from here by an office.President Kosuke Nishinohata was standing by the window, smoking a Bergeras cigar, and looking down at the traffic that was as small as ants in the driveway.The scent of cigars caressed the tip of Haibara's nose along with the smoked wind blowing into the office.He had smoked cigars given to him before, but they were pungent, unaccustomed Regidamas.And the president is now smoking the most precious cigar given to him by the president of the American Textile Company who visited the factory last winter.Haibara knew that when President Nishinohata lit this cigar, it meant that he was in a very happy mood.

"Do you believe it?" "Yes, there were half a dozen threatening letters as usual." "Okay, let's put it over there. It's ridiculous to think that if you threaten me, I will agree to their request. Is this little thing trying to scare me, Nishi-no-hata?" Every time the president said a word, his beer belly would ripple.His short stature accentuates his protruding midsection.His short neck and red face made employees at the company liken him to Kintaro.With well-trimmed hair still jet-black, thick eyebrows and thick lips, it is clear that he is a vigorous person.

"I'm going out after lunch, help me prepare the car." "Yes, but, the meeting with President Maruda Trading at 1:30..." "It was delayed until tonight, and I informed the other party directly by phone." Kosuke Nishinohata said directly. "Where are you going?" "Nihonbashi. Go to the department store to look at the paintings and be back in two hours." "I understand, I will arrange a car to take you there, but..." "What's the matter?" "During this period, you should pay more attention to your own safety." The secretary looked at the letter on the table.

"Are you scared by them? If you care about such threatening letters, you can't do anything." "However, there are some violent elements among the union members, and the current situation is not good for them. If they become angry, they don't know what they will do." "I know." He sat heavily on the chair, twisted his proud mustache, looked up at the secretary standing in front of him and spoke slowly. "I also cherish my life, you don't need to worry, they probably won't attack me in broad daylight." "If anything happens, I'll be by your side."

"Ah, no, no need. You stay in the company, I'll go alone." Perhaps it was an illusion, Kosuke Nishinomata's tone sounded as if he didn't want the secretary to go with him.

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