Shadow Empire

Chapter 1032 Sharing the Secrets to Making Money
Living in a depressing environment for a long time can be very bad for a person, both emotionally and physically, such as becoming irritable, having dull skin, and experiencing unexplained discomfort and pain.

Cooper sometimes has to endure these things.

He would feel some pain in his body, but he wasn't sure where it was. He went to see a doctor and even had a magical X-ray taken, but the doctor told him that he was perfectly healthy.

He was tormented by these minor problems that didn't actually affect his life until this moment.

The moment he walked out of his supervisor's office with his head held high, he felt completely at ease.

His two colleagues approached with worried expressions. "We heard you and him yelling inside. What happened?"

Now completely indifferent, Cooper's face was filled with deep mockery and disdain for his supervisor. "Nothing much. He thinks he's the leader of this world, but I told him the truth about this world. He's just a clown who got to the top by selling his ass!"

Everyone else who heard him say this couldn't help but show surprised expressions, and some even exclaimed, "Are you crazy?"

"He has connections on the board; you'll lose this job!"

"It's not too late for us to contact the union!"

Among the many unions in the federal government, the Auto Workers Union should be considered one of the best in terms of strength and fighting power.

If the union gets involved, the entire company will be alerted, and the board of directors might even send a special director to mediate.

This kind of thing has happened before, and the company will eventually compromise. After all, business is so good right now, even a one-week production stoppage would be a huge loss for them.

Let the union step in, and then Cooper will bow his head and explain that he has recently encountered family problems that have affected his work.

Coupled with his supervisor's somewhat overbearing attitude, this ultimately ignited the argument.

The company will transfer the supervisor out of this workshop, and Cooper will most likely be transferred as well. His job will definitely not be as comfortable as it is now, but at least he can keep this job.

In the past, regardless of whether Cooper would have allowed this to happen, he would have definitely agreed and immediately sought the intervention of the union to quell the matter.

But now things are different. He is about to embark on a fast track in life, and he will have 300,000, 500,000, or even 1 million!

He has enough money now to keep him working in this damn car factory for another twenty or even thirty years.

Thirty years later, he had long since retired and achieved financial freedom!
Therefore, his face showed no fear or unease, only calmness and composure.

Wealth and money are a person's greatest source of confidence in society.

"No, thank you, I appreciate your suggestion, but I have to say no!"

"I'm fed up with the damn demands for overtime here, and I'm fed up with them never valuing our needs. I'm leaving now!"

He looked around, and compared to the calm or even numb expressions on the faces of the workers, it was a few engineers who seemed genuinely worried about him.

“I have found a new direction in my life, and I have decided to continue down this path. Life is about passing through different landscapes, and now, the landscape of the factory is over.”

"The next stage of my life is beckoning me, brothers!"

"I won't say goodbye, because I'll still come to the club to chat and meet with you all when I have time, but I hope you won't be sad because of my departure."

"My leaving won't make things worse; it will only make things better!"

"Wish me luck!"

When others saw the dramatic change in his personality and emotions after he berated his supervisor, they realized that this might not have been an impulsive act and immediately inquired about what had happened.

This has led a middle-class person with heavy bills to choose to leave their job voluntarily, even as the economy continues to improve and incomes continue to rise.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Did someone poach you to another company?"

Although this person was his good friend, there was a hint of... envy, jealousy, and probing in his tone that might make one feel a little sad.

Cooper was in a state of high excitement at the time, and he didn't realize it, or rather, even if he did, he didn't think much of it.

Because he will become a person from two different worlds, two different classes, with these people, his colleagues, and his friends.

He's about to become a big shot in high society, so he has to maintain his humility, propriety, and grace.

"No, I'll tell you about this after I get to the club after get off work."

"Now, I need to take my things and leave this damn place forever!"

Just because he slammed his employee badge on his desk didn't mean he had completed all the resignation procedures; he still had other work to do.

Although the workers were a little curious, since Cooper had said so, they didn't press him to say anything now. They just wished him good luck and then returned to their workstations.

Cooper's departure prompted the factory manager to try and persuade him to stay, as he had worked at the factory for over a decade and was considered a veteran.

Besides the profits he brings to the company through his work, another important role he plays here is to stabilize morale.

In the factories of those large corporations, you can always see some old men still working. Is it because the factories really can't do without them?
not necessarily!

These elderly people did not receive much higher education in the past; most of them did not attend university.

They are not sensitive to or knowledgeable about advanced technology, unlike highly educated intellectuals who graduated from prestigious universities. So why do factories keep them?

The purpose was to use them to tell every worker that as long as they didn't cause trouble and were willing to listen to the capitalists, the capitalists would let them work there until they died.

Working until old age has become a means for capitalists to attract lower-level workers, and they have packaged this temptation as a warm and caring corporate culture.

As a result, many workers have the idea that "I want to die at my job," ignoring the fact that they are actually just one of the exploited and oppressed members of the assembly line.

If their interests do not align with the factory's interests, the factory will immediately implement its official procedures and ruthlessly kick them out.

Cooper has worked diligently and conscientiously over the years, and is considered a model of an obedient employee. If such a good-natured person is to leave his post, it's inevitable that troublemakers will spread rumors and affect production.

Cooper's desire to leave was unwavering; the conflict between him and his supervisor was irreconcilable, and staying would only make him miserable. Therefore, he refused the factory manager's request.

After packing his things, he went home. His wife also works as an accountant, and their child attends a community daycare.

He simply put his things away, took a bottle of wine from his treasured wine cabinet, wrapped it in a paper bag, and put it in the car.

He wanted to have a drink with his friends.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the brightly lit factory does not end its work for the day, because new workers, fully charged, are already preparing to go to their posts.

Meanwhile, the exhausted workers, having worked all day, began to complete the final steps of their tasks for the day.

When the bell rang in the workshop, the workers who had worked all day took a step back, while the refreshed night shift workers stepped forward.

The handover of work was completed in that short moment. They said goodnight to each other and then left their workstations.

After changing their clothes, the engineers traveled by car to a nearby workers' club, where they found Cooper.

He booked a private room, ordered some food, and left the rest to the club.

The club offers barbecue, fried chicken, and other simple fast food, which is packed with calories. This is exactly what the workers, who have worked all day and desperately need to replenish their energy, need.

After his colleagues entered the room, they closed the door, and Cooper opened the whiskey he had brought, which brought smiles to everyone's faces.

As a member of the middle class, what could be more comforting than enjoying delicious food and a drink after a day of work that isn't too tiring but mentally exhausting?
"Fuck, Cooper, you've really got some good news!"

A colleague who was close to Cooper couldn't help but voice his opinion, "How much does this bottle of wine cost?"

"Forty, or fifty?"

Cooper smiled, with a hint of smugness in his expression. "Fifty-five dollars."

"Fuck!" "You've struck it rich!"

Upon hearing this, everyone else couldn't help but look at the bottle of wine. It was definitely not normal to be able to bring out a bottle of whiskey that cost fifty-five yuan when hosting a dinner party.

Their engineers' salaries have increased considerably to two hundred yuan, but a bottle of whiskey worth fifty-five yuan, which can be finished quickly, is still a considerable expense.

Cooper isn't usually this generous!

Cooper didn't deny this, but he maintained his seemingly humble yet actually boastful smile. Under everyone's gaze, he waited a moment before nodding and saying, "More or less!"

His close friend immediately came over and put his arm around his shoulder, "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Cooper poured drinks for everyone first, saying, "Here, have a sip first."

Everyone seemed to be ignited by the prospect of becoming millionaires, and they raised their glasses to clink together, "Cheers!"

After taking a sip, the slightly spicy liquor acted just right, like a catalyst, instantly raising everyone's spirits.

Cooper picked up a small piece of fried chicken and put it in his mouth, saying as he ate, "Don't tell anyone what I told you!"

They all nodded in agreement, and they wouldn't tell even if their parents, wives, or children asked.

Actually, this is completely unnecessary, but it's like a process, a ritualistic process of sharing one's secrets.

Aren't federalists supposed to be the most meticulous about procedures?
This is a necessary step!

"First of all, let me tell you that it's been almost twenty years, and my wife and I have saved 100,000 yuan!"

The other colleagues all wore expressions of disbelief; this amount of money was beyond what an ordinary middle-class person could save. However, some people remained calm.

Automotive engineers, to some extent, are lower-middle-level managers, and if they want to, they can always find ways to get some benefits for themselves.

For example, if they are in charge of quality inspection, they can make things difficult for some parts manufacturers. When using parts from these people, they can demand that the manufacturers replace the parts by claiming that the products are substandard or unqualified.

Even just pulling it back and then pulling it back is a troublesome thing for the manufacturer. To avoid such troublesome things, they sometimes provide these engineers with some extra work opportunities.

Or perhaps they could hide some car parts. After all, their job is to inspect and assemble car parts, and if they really wanted to hide some small items, most people wouldn't say anything even if they found out.

This has become an unspoken rule in the industry, and even some workers themselves will keep it hidden.

These parts can be sold to auto repair shops or modification factories, and some can fetch tens or even hundreds of dollars.

They have many ways to make money, and saving 100,000 sounds incredible, but it's not too surprising.

Seeing his friends getting excited, Cooper raised his hand to stop them from asking how he had earned the money. "Gentlemen, calm down, because it's not important."

"The important thing is that I have turned 100,000 yuan into more than 200,000 yuan in just two months, and it may even become 300,000 yuan, or even 500,000 yuan!"

His colleagues were stunned. Then someone asked, "Is this why you yelled at your supervisor in the office?!"

Cooper took a sip of his drink, shrugged, and spread his hands. "What else?"

"I don't need to put up with his opinions anymore. Who does he think he is?"

"That son of a whore who sells his ass, he's always targeting me!"

"Leaving him and leaving the company will only make me better!"

"do you know?"

"Now I don't have to do anything, and I can get at least 6,000 yuan in dividends every year, and it's more every year!"

The others who heard him looked shocked, incredulous, and filled with longing.

"Fuck, Cooper, tell us what made you so much money, stop keeping us in suspense!"

Instead of saying it directly, Cooper laughed heartily and said, "This is a great opportunity to make money!"

The man took a deep breath. "I'll treat you to a meal at the Goddess of Beauty."

Beauty Goddess is a local upscale nightclub. It's not actually called Beauty Goddess, but its neon sign features the mythical goddess of beauty, so most people call it Beauty Goddess.

It's very expensive here, costing at least one or two hundred yuan a night, so even middle-class people like them don't dare to go in.

Even if you go inside, you'll only order a drink and soak up the atmosphere. Of course, they no longer offer drinks there unless you go into a private room, but the prices will be even more outrageous!

Cooper nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, remember your words."

He paused, looked around at the expectant eyes around him, and slowly said, "Actually, I bought a stock, a stock called Hope Mining."

"I have inside information: it's going to skyrocket in a few days!"

“This was told to me privately by a friend of mine in Detland. We are very close, so I hope you won’t spread this around, lest something bad happens.”

There was a suppressed excitement in the room; everyone's emotions were boiling, but they all appeared remarkably calm on the surface.

"Is the news...reliable?"

Some people couldn't resist smoking, and others followed suit, including Cooper.

He nodded as he smoked, "How could I possibly lie to you?"

"We've known each other for almost twenty years!"

“I’m planning to get some more money from my parents, her parents, and other relatives, and invest it before next week.”

"If you miss this opportunity to make big money, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

He spoke so resolutely that he didn't seem to be lying at all, and his character over the past ten or twenty years moved everyone, who all showed thoughtful expressions.

Cooper suddenly chuckled twice, patted the person next to him on the shoulder with ease, and said in a very open-minded manner, "I'm telling you this news not to encourage you to invest in this stock, but I just don't want any gossip to spread in the factory."

"If that son of a bitch wants to say bad things about me, at least you can help me tell those people why I left."

“Investing in stocks is a very risky business, and it’s not your area of ​​expertise, so I hope that if you really want to learn from me, you will be very careful and not invest too much.”

One of the engineers had already had a bit too much to drink and was starting to feel tipsy. "Fuck, Cooper, don't you make money like us?"

Everyone else looked at him, including Cooper, who had a bewildered expression on his face. "What the hell are you talking about?"

“We’re good brothers. I’m telling you this in the hope that you can gain something from it, but like I said, investing is risky, so you have to be mentally prepared.”

The man stared at Cooper for a few seconds. "I believe you, my good brother."

"I've saved over 60,000 yuan over the past few years, and I'll put it all in!"

"If we're going to make money, let's all make money together!"

People responded immediately, since "insider information" often represented huge profits during this period, and the Investor's Daily frequently published such news.

Some individuals are suspected of violating fair trade rules by leaking inside information in advance, which allowed others to make a fortune.

Therefore, people during this period had great faith in inside information, believing in its source and accuracy.

After learning about Cooper's courage to leave and his secret to making money, the atmosphere became even more lively. They quickly finished a bottle of wine and asked for another.

But this bottle is significantly more expensive, but nobody cares, because they are all about to become millionaires!
(End of this chapter)