From light industry to heavy industry, the cycle of capital recovery and profit acquisition is getting longer and longer.

Doug's Clayden Printing and Dyeing Factory can only be considered lightweight, and it is even lighter than a garment factory.

But even so, Doug still thinks it is too slow to make a fortune.

It has been two weeks since the acquisition to production, but it has not been profitable. The deposit obtained can only cover the cost of labor and raw materials.

"Boss, a thousand sets of Monopoly are ready."

As soon as Doug returned to the office of the printing and dyeing factory, Rose walked up to knock on the door and reported.

"I know," Doug said, "Tell the security guard and ask him to inform lawyer Jimmy McGill and ask him to come to my office in the printing and dyeing factory."

"Yes, boss." Ross said.

"Do it well! Ross, I think you can get the bonus in advance." Doug played with the pen in his hand, a warm smile appeared on his face, and said nice words.

"Thank you, boss," Ross replied.

"Okay, don't thank me, this is the result of your hard work. Other workers are not as hard as you, so I just want to pay bonuses, but it's hard to pay. Go to work."

"Yes, boss."

Rose gently pulled up Doug's office door.

The production of more than 100 female workers in the printing and dyeing factory has gradually been on track, and the daily output has soared to the level of 500 sets.

Such production speed is not slow when the degree of mechanization is very low.

However, the price is that the average working hours for female workers exceeds sixteen hours a day and a lower yield rate.

After all, humans will quickly become tired. Even if one thing is repeated hundreds or thousands of times, I think my muscles have already remembered it, but I will still make mistakes in fatigue.

Ross just proposed that in order to improve the yield rate, it is recommended that female workers often work from sixteen to twenty hours a day.

Doug asked in surprise at the time, "Isn't it that the longer you work, the lower the yield rate?"

Ross's answer was groundbreaking, "Fatith makes female workers make mistakes, but if they make female workers so tired that they have forgotten their mistakes, wouldn't they make mistakes?"

“…”

Although Doug thought what Ross said was very reasonable, he did not agree. Because he did not want to see a large number of workers in his printing and dyeing factory suddenly die.

He didn't feel sorry for the lives of female workers. Life is not precious these days, but what he felt sorry for was the compensation for sudden death of female workers.

If a female worker dies, she will have to pay two or three dollars, and if she dies twenty or thirty, isn’t it a hundred million yuan round?

He was already planning to paint the walls of the workshop with a slogan "Feed Sixteen Hours of Health."

It was not until night fell again that McGill appeared in front of Doug.

When Doug heard McGill knock on the door, he put down the pen in his hand. When McGill came in, he picked up another pen and wrote on a new piece of paper with a faint yellow color, "The little shoe polisher's case can begin."

"As it exactly as planned?"

“Fine as planned.”

"The office next door has been sorted out, so you can work in the office next door for the time being. I think we will need to apply for a few patents recently."

“Respect your wishes.”

Doug ignited the matches, and the temperature of the orange flames radiated warmed the brazier's face and McGill's face opposite.

After the embers were all black and ashes, Doug stood up and said to McGill, "Go and go and see your office."

Although McGill's office is next door, it is a little smaller.

However, even so, McGill was still very happy.

You should know that in just a few days ago, he was just a loser.

From a loser with nothing to a stable job and a spacious office, what is he not satisfied with?

Thanksgiving, his heart is full of gratitude.

"Thank you...Boss..." While expressing his gratitude, he also changed his name to Doug from "Your Excellency" to "Boss", and officially recognized his affiliation with Doug.

"McGill, you have to work hard. Don't think that now you only own a small law firm like this, and in the future you will own a law firm.

I believe your law firm will become stronger and stronger, and I will be able to do it in the future."

"Yes! Boss!"

"It's so late. McGill, are you having dinner? Do you want to go with me to have something? Just treat it as celebrating your new office."

Just as the two were about to leave the printing and dyeing factory, a female voice who was not nice and timid shouted in the dark corner, "Old...boss!"

"Who?" Doug asked loudly while raising his cane with his left hand slightly, ready to open fire at any time.

"I am Ruth, your employee." The female voice walked out of the dark shadow and walked under the range illuminated by the whale oil lamp.

"Rus?" Doug recalled, as if he had a little impression. He looked at the tired-faced female worker wearing a headscarf and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Boss... Can my child come to work in the factory too? His name is Ruer. He is ten years old this year. He is very diligent and has great strength. He can do things like carrying goods!

Please use him! My family needs more income...

No, otherwise the other children will not be able to eat..."

"Rus, don't worry. Do you mean to let your son come to work in the factory? Do you want me to use child labor?" Doug's tone was a bit stern.

He is not really against child labour.

Although child laborers are less arduous and work less, they are also cheaper in employment and have extremely high cost performance.

Moreover, in addition to being able to drive child labor itself inexpensively, it can also effectively reduce the salary of adult workers.

Because most adults can also do child labor. If that is the case, if you adult workers do not reduce their salary, why don’t I use child labor?

Doug's mouth questioned slightly, but he was preventing fishing.

The issue of hiring child labor has been debated for a long time in the UK. Many people believe that hiring child labor is contrary to basic human morality.

Recently, this trend has also been transmitted to the United States.

Although Doug needed cheap labor, he did not want to make a small profit for this little bit of flirting with the dangerous red line of political correctness and damage his reputation.

He tilted his head and asked McGill, "Is it illegal to hire child labor?"

"It's not illegal, but..." McGill said in a low voice.

When the female worker Ruth saw that the boss Doug discussed with others, she didn't dare to interrupt.

Ruth couldn't understand what they said.

She just vaguely heard something illegal, and the rest was all based on her imagination, and she became more and more afraid the more she thought about it.

Isn’t it that my son can’t come to work, but he also has to go to prison?

Thinking of this, she knelt down with a "bang" and said in a miserable voice, "Good you, save our family and help us."

"Okay, okay. Let him try it tomorrow." Doug couldn't bear to help the female worker Ruth's house.
Chapter completed!