Chapter 908: Chapter 912: Light of Life (11)
Before others could react, Su Li had already walked up to Xiao Bo and checked his leg bones.
"Hey, don’t touch him...."
Old Man He hadn’t finished speaking when a crisp "crack" resounded in the room, and Xiao Bo’s twisted leg bone was back in place.
Old Man He anxiously rushed over, ready to start scolding.
Who would have thought that Xiao Bo, on the stretcher, would look surprised and mutter, "No, it doesn’t hurt anymore..."
By this time, Su Li had already stepped back, moving away from the crowd and settling in a vacant spot by himself.
Old Man He was also taken aback and immediately checked Xiao Bo’s leg, exclaiming in admiration.
Who would have thought that such an impressive skill would emerge from a young man?
"Hey, big brother, thank you so much...."
Xiao Bo propped up his upper body and smiled at Su Li, saying, "In the future, I will not hesitate to go through fire and water for you."
From then on, Su Li, with his identity as the intercepter and his gratitude for saving Xiao Bo, quickly integrated into the inner circle of the Chinese community in Chinatown.
By the time Gao Qianyu found him, Su Li had already become a small leader among the Chinese.
These Chinese are still very simple; as long as you let them live with dignity, you become their faith.
During this period, Su Li also did something annoying.
The people here refer to the arrogant upper-class locals.
Crippling a yellow-skinned monkey he disliked was nothing to Young Master Charlie.
After venting his anger, he completely forgot about it.
That day, a girl rejected him and praised a dirty yellow-skinned monkey instead, which was her blind mistake.
In the end, she still succumbed to his monetary charm and turned around to praise him.
But now that’s boring; Charlie has recently set his sights on a new target, prettier and sexier than the last woman.
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"Young Master Charlie, the master asked you to return quickly."
Charlie was with a sexy woman, all excited, when suddenly interrupted, naturally souring his mood.
In one swift move, he kicked the person in front of him with his massive leg, almost making himself fall.
"MMP..." Charlie steadied his bulk, intending to kick the servant a few more times, but a stern, wrinkled face suddenly appeared, shaking him to his core.
"Young master, the master asked you to return quickly."
Faced with his father’s capable housekeeper, Charlie dared not vent his discontent as before and could only follow moodily back home.
The housekeeper stepped aside, exposing Charlie to everyone’s view, and before Charlie could react, a glass jar came flying at him.
Instantly, Charlie was hit until blood flowed freely, and seeing the red droplets on the ground, Charlie screamed endlessly.
He was absolutely terrified....
"Doctor, family doctor, get the doctor over here quickly...."
Seeing his son’s pathetic state, factory owner Mr. Brown was greatly distressed.
The housekeeper timely remarked, "Sir, though the young master was in the wrong, the real blame lies with those vile yellow people."
Speaking of yellow people, the housekeeper displayed deep disgust and disdain, truly looking down on these lower-class people.
Truly, they shouldn’t harbor any goodwill toward these immoral yellow people.
Just look at what they’re doing now.
A collective strike, demanding the young master get appropriately punished.
Despite Mr. Brown’s harsh demeanor towards his son earlier, he actually didn’t think Charlie made a severe mistake.
His stance, akin to Charlie’s and the housekeeper’s, was that low-level people weren’t worthy of discussing human rights with him.
His earlier rage was purely out of anger, never imagining these people would dare act this way.
After calming down, looking at Charlie’s forehead wound, his pity for his son emerged, displaying on his face.
He harbored greater resentment against the yellow people responsible, promptly telling the housekeeper, "Since they don’t wish to work, declare that our factory will no longer employ yellow people."
Mr. Brown believed this would be devastating for them.
Aside from him, who else out of kindness would offer them jobs and a meal?
"Don’t bother with them after they beg for forgiveness." Mr. Brown coldly remarked.
He could never guess that this decision would lead to his own downfall.
"They refuse to let us work now."
Xiao Bo, slightly unsettled, brought this news to Su Li.
Su Li shook his head, "He will regret this decision."
Witnessing Xiao Bo’s state, Su Li naturally understood.
Everyone’s standing level determines their perspective.
These ordinary workers stand low; all they see is losing work and wages, going without food....
Naturally, they panic first and compromise with capitalism.
Currently, due to trust in Xiao Bo, and subsequently, Su Li, they’ve temporarily steadied, but this situation won’t last long.
Once they do run out of food, any morality or camaraderie will fade away.
It’s human nature, so don’t blame them.
Su Li signaled to Liu Zhang, who nodded and pulled a huge stack of bills from his pocket.
These were donations from various kind-hearted people.
"Take this money, use it as wages for the brothers, and let them hold on a bit longer."
Even though Xiao Bo didn’t comprehend Su Li’s confidence, he chose to blindly follow the benefactor who helped him.
In years to come, he’ll be deeply grateful for today’s decision.
Su Li estimated Mr. Brown’s large factory should hold out a bit longer, but it was far shorter than his prediction.
Even Mr. Brown himself couldn’t believe that without the Hua Country People, his factory descended into chaos in no time.
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Mr. Brown was furious, slamming this week’s financial report onto the desk with force.
The figures on the laid-out papers, though unassuming, deeply pierced his miserly capitalist heart.
Moreover, this wasn’t just a small expense, but a significant financial drain.
"Can someone tell me why the daily expenses are flowing like water, spending over three times more compared to last week, yet the project is only one-third done?"
A bold manager immediately voiced the reason softly.
"After those cheap Chinese left, the factory hastily recruited a batch of new workers."