Under the leadership of Luo Jixian, Lin Yao visited the quarry.

The workers in the quarry are charged monthly, with HK$1,500 per month, including food and accommodation. This price does not meet the current salary standards.

But no one complained, because the people working here are all smugglers from their hometowns.

They do not have a Hong Kong island ID card, so they can only stay in the quarry to work illegally.

The salary paid to them by the quarry is one-third lower than the market price, but these people are still hardworking and obedient, for fear that they will be fired and unable to find their next job. This kind of life is a true portrayal of most smugglers.

Get the lowest salary and do the most tiring work.

"Doll, where is your hometown?"

"It's from Xiguang!"

I walked on the road for more than three hours, and it was already noon when they went up the mountain.

The canteen was having dinner. Lin Yao looked up and saw workers in the 30s squatting on the ground, eating the simplest vegetable rice.

There was no drop of oil in the dish, but everyone ate it very delicious.

Especially a boy who is fourteen or fifteen years old, obviously half-aged, with a young appearance that makes him very conspicuous among a group of big men.

"The stream is wide, the scenery is beautiful!"

Lin Yao once worked in the Xiguang Drug Enforcement Administration in the Icebreaking World, and is considered to be half a native of Xiguang.

"Have you heard of it?"

The boy looked very happy, held the bowl and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said happily: "Beauty is beauty, but unfortunately it's a disaster and I can't eat enough."

"This kid can eat three bowls of rice at a meal, which is more than adults. His father can't afford to support him, so he asked him to come with us."

The coworkers talked verbally.

It seems that they are all from Xiguang, and they are the kind of miserable smugglers who swam across Shenzhen Bay with tires in their arms.

To be honest, this kind of stowaway accounts for the largest proportion.

Since the 1950s, among the 600,000 smuggling troops who came to Hong Kong Island, seven or eight out of ten were like this, and the few who had the money to buy tickets were actually a minority.

"I'm so bad. I don't have oil or water in my stomach when I eat this kind of thing, and I don't have the energy to work."

"It seems that eating well will cost a lot of money more, but in fact, if you have the energy to work, your efficiency will increase by at least 30% compared to before. Only when the output increases can the boss make more money, and the wool will still be born from the sheep."

Lin Yao said to the quarry manager beside him: "If you can improve the food problem, it's better to improve it. Everyone is human, so they can't be treated as cattle and sheep."

The manager only knew that Lin Yao was responsible for the start-up, and he was not aware of his position within the Ni family.

Hearing this, it was difficult to tell for a while, so he could only answer: "The work has not started recently, and the food is a little bad. When the work starts, there is oil and water. From time to time, some pigs will be brought into the water to satisfy everyone's cravings."

In this relatively difficult era, pigs are not allowed to eat when they want to go into the water.

For example, those Hong Kong Island people who live in slums, although they have Hong Kong Island ID cards, they still live at the bottom of society. Pigs are the only source of meat for them.

Of course, the situation on Hong Kong Island is much better than the one in the hometown.

The only place in my hometown is really poor. Not to mention pigs going into the water, it would be a good idea to have enough food every day.

In contrast, although the poor people in Hong Kong are poor, they are not hungry after all, so their parents will not feel sorry for the food they don’t let you eat more.

"I think these are hard work. Isn't the driver of the dump truck here?"

After walking around, Lin Yao approached the manager.

The manager said with a wry smile: "The people who drive the dump trucks are all Hong Kong Islanders. They have driver's licenses and their wages are very high. When they are not working, they will rest at home, which is relatively free, and they will eat small food."

People have classes, so how can drivers be like hard work?

Not to mention 1983, even in 13 years, drivers' income will be higher than ordinary workers.

In this era, even on Hong Kong Island, there are only a few who can drive.

Drivers are not top in Hong Kong Island’s salary system, and are also the upper-middle standard in the industry.

A taxi is enough to support the family, and it is also very respectful to talk about it.

Unlike later generations, it is said that they drive taxis, and it is hard to find a wife.

"How many drivers are there in the quarry?" Lin Yaoyi asked with some intent.

"There are 48 people, and there are 28 dump trucks in the quarry, including 28 people on the day shift, 20 people on the night shift, and two shifts, with a total of 48 people."

When the manager said this, he added: "This is full-time, and some people who come today and leave tomorrow are not counted. In addition, when production is speeding up, we will recruit some people from the market."

Lin Yao nodded and asked, "Is it difficult to drive a dump truck? I mean, how many days will it take for people who have never driven a dump truck to go from learning to driving freely?"

"About ten days!"

"Dump trucks are actually easier to learn than cars. Those who learn cars in driving schools can basically get on the road after five or six days."

"Considering that the road conditions of the quarry are not very good, ten days should be enough for a person who has never been exposed to a car to drive skillfully from scratch."

Lin Yao narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered: "Ten days!"

"What do you want to do?" Luo Jixian asked from the side.

“Recruiting workers!”

Lin Yao replied: "The quarry must be tied to Dongxiang Village. Only when interests are related can we live in peace. I plan to fire all the original drivers, and all the fifty places will be used by the villagers of Dongxiang Village."

"Can they do it?" Luo Jixian was a little uncertain.

Lin Yao laughed as soon as he heard this and asked, "Why can't you do it? You can learn if you can't drive. Fifty jobs represent fifty families."

"There are 3,000 households in Dongxiang Village, and the calculation is 600 households in a family of five."

"In fact, people now have more children, and there are seven or eight people in the family, and there are at most four hundred households in Dongxiang Village."

“Fifty jobs, almost one in eighth of the families, we provide jobs for these people, and they will certainly support us.”

"You said that the people in a village are unhappy, how can they fight with us?"

"Turn one faction and fight another faction. This is the unique skill given to us by our ancestors. How can we do it if we don't have to?"

Luo Jixian was still a little confused and asked, "What if they don't agree?"

Lin Yao replied: "In fact, there are two main problems in the people in Dongxiang Village who cause trouble. One is to be tempted by our business, and the other is to think that opening up the mountain is not good for Feng Shui."

"We can solve these two problems separately."

"We are jealous of our business, and our family brings in some people, making them profitable people."

"The remaining Feng Shui problems are actually easy to solve. Just find the blind man who criticizes his life and ask him to find some more remarks and fool these villagers."

"If the blind man can't handle the villagers, there are so many Feng Shui masters in Hong Kong, please invite two famous head offices?"

"We are not afraid of spending money. If you spend a hundred and eight million yuan, you can say whatever the Feng Shui masters say."

"How could these people from Dongxiang Village understand the Gossip and the Book of Changes?"

"Didn't the blind man say before that the two hills we mined are the longans of the Xiangshan dragon vein?"

"If you overthrow him, it will be changed to two treasure pots here. Only by digging them open will they become rich."

"We have to grasp both hands, and both hands must be strong. Look at what else can the villagers say."

Luo Jixian nodded secretly when he heard this. The best way to deal with the foolish people is to fool them.

But out of habit, he couldn't help but pour a basin of cold water and hesitated: "What if it doesn't work?"

Lin Yao took out a cigarette and lit it, and exhaled his breath: "Even if I am in trouble, I have no choice but to plan things and to accomplish things."
Chapter completed!