A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

"Farewell."

"Goodbye."

Levi and Cruise stood up one after another, said goodbye to Harrison and left.

They had gotten all the information they could ask for. Although both parties knew that they were hiding something from each other, they tacitly did not point it out.

After the door was gently closed, Harrison sat back in his original position, rubbed his brows, and then remained motionless as if thinking.

After a while, a secretary knocked on the door outside.

"Tell them not to disturb me. If you have anything to do, go to Hansen. I have already told him in advance." Harrison said impatiently.

However, a response came quickly from outside the door.

"It's Mr. Gompers who's here, sir," the secretary said. "He wants to continue talking to you about what happened last time."

"Oh?" Harrison raised his head, cheered up, and waved.

"Invite him in."

There were footsteps outside the door, and soon Gompers, who had light brown hair and was wearing a plaid shirt, walked in.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. You can meet people from BOI earlier. I wonder if your meeting with me will have any impact if they see it." Harrison stood up and said with a smile.

"You know it if you know it. We are not criminals to each other, not yet." Gompers adjusted his clothes and said, "Besides, as long as they ask around among the workers, it is not difficult to find that we have been in contact. "

"You haven't thought about doing some confidential work?"

"Secret? Let tens of thousands of people keep the same secret?" Gompers smiled and shook his head, "I never have such a dream."

"Well, it seems you are a realist." Harrison shook his head.

"Let's stop talking. I hope you can consider my last proposal again. This will be beneficial to both of us."

"I've thought about it, didn't you see my actions?" Harrison spread his hands and smiled.

"You don't have to do clumsy tricks anymore, Harrison." Gompers sneered, "Don't think that I don't know your pretense. You only did half of it, and you will only do half of it, and then your movements will stop. Here, some workers have always enjoyed good treatment, while others have remained the same as before, right?”

"There is only one result of this! That is, the workers will be angered by you, and who will bear this anger? It's me!"

"As long as you ask casually, you will know that such a result occurred after I negotiated with you, so that the abandoned workers will naturally think that I am promoting such discrimination, and then target me! By then, even if I come up with a real contract, they won’t believe it!”

Harrison shrugged, picked up the coffee and blew it, then said: "Everything has to have a process, Gompers."

"You want to stop at the most serious process of differentiation?" Gompers's face was so serious that it seemed like he could squeeze out water.

"Yes, but what can you do?" Harrison smiled and said, "Besides, isn't this bad? Maintain the status quo and you can still get the support of some people, or you want me to suppress the treatment of workers in the United States. Go back to how you were before?”

"You have to know that once people are accustomed to a good environment, if you let them go back to the past, it will arouse hatred."

"At that time, how many people will support you who went back on your word?"

"With all due respect, by then, even Fords will not be willing to cooperate with you, and you will not even have the power to stand in the front row during the strike."

Gompers stood silently while Harrison sipped his coffee leisurely.

The reason why he dared to speak like this was because he had thoroughly investigated Gompers, who was very different from his comrades.

He is a realist, he is accustomed to considering the optimal option of a thing, he is calm and smart, but he pursues profit.

The pursuit of profit is the only quality that Republicans cannot possess.

Gompers' proposal is this: to abolish the eight-hour work day, and based on the proposal of the Federation of Labor in July this year, the workers of the United States will enjoy 7% rights, and the Gauway, Felipe and Mulatto people will enjoy % rights. % of the rights; while the Seris, Indians and Southerners enjoy %.

The most important one is that the latter two types of workers do not have the right to form legal unions. All positions in the union are held by Americans, and many functions of the union have also been emasculated.

This made Harrison smile.

"Even under your plan, workers will still be dissatisfied, black people will be dissatisfied with the Cowboys making more than they are, and the Cowboys will be dissatisfied with the Americans. You just introduced an old-fashioned hierarchy. This is not What a pure Carlist should do.”

Gompers breathed out, looked at Harrison and said, "But this can indeed bring them a better life, can't it?"

"And this can also alleviate the dissatisfaction of workers. We all know that the United States will usher in a period of prosperity after the war. This proposal is enough to sustain you until then, and by then the contradictions will naturally be resolved in the economic bubble."

Harrison thought for a moment and shook his head.

"To be honest, the conditions you gave are very tempting, but sir, do you think they will be dissatisfied by then?"

"How much salary increase do I need to give them then? How much time do I need to allow them to enjoy their so-called life?"

"Will they still be like this, gathering together and threatening to strike every time we make a slightly inferior decision?"

"I hate unknown risks. Instead of hoping for that time, it's better to solve things now."

Harrison raised his head, his eyes cold.

"Please come back."

Gompers said nothing and stood up, frowning.

"I hope you don't regret it."

"I hope you do the same. By the way, if your proposal includes the establishment of a labor union, it might still be worth discussing," Harrison said.

But Gompers shook his head.

"Is it because this article was requested by the Federation of Labor?" Harrison smiled. Naturally, he was not referring to the Federation of Labor in Lausanne, but the headquarters of the All-Philippine Federation of Labor supported by Suno.

"I have a question, Harrison." Gompers said without answering his question.

"Have you read the Karlism books too?"

The latter thought for a while and said: "I have only read some works on economics."

"How does it feel?"

"The last struggle of Ricardianism."

"..."

Hearing these words, Gompers nodded, then turned around, opened the door as Harrison watched, and left alone.

His trip was still a secret, so no one was accompanying him.

He put his pockets in his pocket and walked alone through the United Steel factory. Some workers recognized him, and comments arose.

He walked through the street outside, where there seemed to be a group of reporters interviewing. One of them turned his camera and flashed it in front of him.

It seemed to be a sign of something.