Farm Storm_4 Chapter 597: 212.
Farm Storm_4 “Alright!”
While the two of them were discussing, they saw Camelot Lynn walking over with a man they did not recognize.
Although he wasn’t particularly tall, he was quite fit.
The African Americans living there looked around, and eventually all set their eyes on Kelvin Murphy.
Since you are our leader, it’s only natural that you should step forward at a time !
Feeling everyone’s gaze, Kelvin Murphy straightened up and advanced to meet them.
Westglenn, the manager sent especially by our farm owner to coordinate this matter!”
Camelot Lynn declared loudly.
Kelvin Murphy said loudly, “It doesn’t matter who comes, even if it’s the big boss himself, we will not give up on pursuing our principles.
You people have amassed a fortune off our labor yet are very stingy with the salaries.
If you are not willing to increase our pay, then we refuse to work!”
Your compensation is already among the best in several nearby farms.
Not only that, we’ve built housing for you, provided doctors, and abolished many unfair treatments.
And yet, you still demand to improve your conditions?”
With a scornful laugh, Kelvin Murphy retorted, “That’s just the means you want to keep enslaving us.
We are not as before; we will no longer be oppressed by you.
We want to be treated better than the factory workers…
No, we want better treatment than them, with increased wages, vacation days, and additionally, retirement benefits paid for us!”
Wes Green shook his head, “That’s impossible.
I came here to solve this problem, not to stand here and listen to your outrageous demands.
And I can tell you, if you don’t return to work on the farm today, then I will order the demolition of these houses and stop paying you even a penny of wages.”
The words of Wes Green instantly caused turmoil among all the people staying there, hearing that the big boss would not only fail to meet their demands but also was willing to withdraw their current benefits.
The people crowded around one by one.
Seeing the situation, the men who came with Wes Green immediately gathered around and the two groups quickly entered a stand-off!
Kelvin Murphy, looking up at Wes Green standing tall, also felt bewildered, his less developed brain couldn’t understand if the man sent by the big boss was here to mediate the situation or to make it worse.
“This is our home, the place where we survive.
If anyone dares to stir up trouble here, even if it costs us our lives, we will stop them!”
Kelvin Murphy shouted loudly.
Such a response elicited a chorus of agreement from the other African Americans present.
Confronted with this excited crowd, Wes Green didn’t care in the least, “This is our farm, everything here is our private property, including the houses you are living in now.
Your residence here is a benefit provided by us, but this place doesn’t belong to you.
So, this is not your homeland.
If you don’t go to work, then you are trespassing on private property.
Even if we were to kill you here, there’d be no law that could touch us!”
Kelvin Murphy’s face turned unpleasant; they were always , the stronger you showed yourself, the more these people would back down.
“But without us, you won’t find anyone to harvest these sugarcanes, and then the loss you’ll suffer will be immense!”
Unable to dominate Wes Green with sheer presence, Kelvin Murphy started to reason with him.
Wes Green gestured dismissively and said with indifference, “That doesn’t matter; it’s not just you here.
No farm is ever short of farmers, and as long as we’re willing to pay, I believe we can definitely find more suitable farmers!”
“Impossible!” Hearing Wes Green speak so, Calvin Murphy believed he had caught Wes Green in his words and laughed, “All of us in this whole area have come together.
If you despicable farm owners don’t agree to our terms, then we will strike…
Yes, strike, and let your sugarcanes rot in the fields!”
Wes Green looked at Kelvin Murphy with pity, “So what?
It’s just a year without a harvest.
We can afford such a loss, but what about you?
Without this year’s income, how will you live?”
Kelvin Murphy’s expression faltered, then he defiantly said, “There will always be a farm that will compromise!”
Wes Green, a bit impatient, said, “Fine, you can leave now and look for those farms willing to take you in.
We don’t welcome people who are unwilling to work here!”
Kelvin Murphy genuinely hadn’t expected the man before him to be so difficult to deal with, impervious to both soft and hard tactics!
He didn’t know whether what Wes Green said was true or whether Wes Green really cared about this year’s farm yield, but he knew they could not afford to lose this place or this job.
If that happened, they would end up homeless on the streets, and all that would await them was doom!
Just at this stalemate, Camelot Lin stepped forward, playing the peacemaker, “Kelvin, what Mr.
Green just said was said in the heat of the moment but it’s the reality.
And you, I know you want better conditions, but your treatment is tied to the farm’s yield.
If the farm’s yield is poor, even if you wanted better treatment, we wouldn’t be able to provide it, would we?
So I say, why don’t you go to work first, and I will talk to Mr.
Green and try hard to get a result that satisfies everyone. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt
Wouldn’t that be good?”
Kelvin Murphy turned to look at the people behind him, who were clearly hesitating.
At this point, Kelvin Murphy also knew that achieving his goal today was impossible, and he could only take his people to work, albeit reluctantly!
Wes Green and Camelot Lin returned to the office.
“I guess this will keep them quiet for a while!” Camelot Lin said, chuckling.
“I just hope they start on it quickly!” Wes Green didn’t believe these people would work honestly.
As expected, by the afternoon, the farm staff reported that although Kelvin Murphy and his people had gone to work, they were hardly putting in any effort, just dawdling!
After hearing the report, Wes Green directly told his own people, “Tear down their living quarters!”