Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

The civil servant finally drank a cup of water and looked at the lady, who was looking at him with gratitude. He felt really good in his heart.

If it were anyone else, he would not have explained so much and would have simply asked them to read the notice board, but since it was a beautiful woman, he wanted to make an impression and give a detailed explanation himself.

As the woman left, the smile on his face did not diminish until he saw his colleague, a middle-aged man who was glaring at him as if he had killed his mother and father.

" Lucky bastard, " he cursed under his breath, but maybe he was too stirred, and the words ended up becoming louder than he intended.

The civil servant immediately frowned. He did feel good about talking to the beautiful woman, but why was he lucky?

" Why do you say that? " he asked, clueless.

It was all right if he didn't ask, but once he did, the middle-aged man would not hold it in any more and growled in a low voice, " Then what else do you want me to say, you lucky bastard? I could only dream of talking with Miss Ghoshal, but you actually talked for so long, and you even pretended so much in front of her. "

" Is she a big star? "

This question made him even more irritated, " What do you mean, is she a big star? She is the biggest star in the state; people line up in queues to hear her sing. "

It finally hit him that he had been talking to a big star for so long, and the thought made him even more proud, which in turn made his co-worker's fist itch. He was even a little regretful; maybe he should have asked if she wanted any more help.

The scene was simply a microcosm among the vast number of similar incidents.

As time went on, the number of members joining the guilds only increased, and for the first time, the negotiations on behalf of the guild members were held with the manufacturer.

" Impossible, you guys are asking too much. "

" The salary I provide is already very fair, not to mention, I provide both accidental insurance and life insurance along with the salary. "

A middle-aged man wearing a blue sherwani, who looked to be in his mid- or early 30s, exclaimed with disbelief.

Opposite to him were a few well-dressed individuals, their aura radiating an air of sophistication.

" Unfortunately, that is not entirely true, is it, sir? While we do agree that you provide the necessary insurance for my employers, which they appreciate without a doubt, you employ a total of 200 workers to operate various machines in the production plant, and you pay each of them around 300 to 350 Varaha per month. " A man wearing a pair of glasses spoke out with a cordial smile.

Suddenly, the other person, who did not have much emotion on his face, spoke out, " Might I remind you that your company is a listed company, sir, so we know that the net income of your company is over 5 million Varaha. "

" That brings the contribution of a single employee to the company's net income to over 25,000 Varaha. Even if I give you the benefit of the doubt and consider that you are paying 350 per employee, then they are grossly being underpaid by a whopping 20,000 Varaha. How is this fair? " His words were direct and gave no room for refutation.

The middle-aged man was about to lash out in anger, but he was cut short by the kind-looking man.

" Sir, you are a great inspiration to our town. It is you who took the risk of bankruptcy, and it is you who bore the burden of the financial collapse. "

This sudden praise caught him off guard, but before he could realise what was happening, the man continued to speak,

" So we can understand that all the net income does not go into your pockets. There is some that goes into maintenance, some goes into expansion, some for other miscellaneous things, and most importantly, of course, you do need to get your end of the cut. We are not denying that, but please, let's be even-handed out here. "

" The workers you employ are not labourers you can employ from looking around in the street for a few hours; they are skilled workers, veterans in the factory line. So here's our offer, sir: the salary will be increased to 800 Varaha, and everyone is happy. "

The middle-aged man's eyes opened wide.

'Bang!'

" Preposterous, this is too much. How could you ask me to double the salary and tell me at the same time that it is reasonable? " He was livid.

Looking at how his opponents did not even flinch, he got even angrier,

" You know what, sirs, I'm legally not required to follow any of your suggestions, so please spare me. Please do not try to harass me. "

" Old uncle, please show out our guests. "

The negotiators were neither surprised nor disappointed. One smiled and gave a namaskar, the other harrumphed and turned away. Both stood up, turned around, and left.

After they left, they could hear the flurry of curses that could be heard from within the room, but all of these had nothing to do with them. They were employed by the guild to negotiate on the guild's behalf, and that is exactly what they were going to do. There was no need to take anything personally.

The businessman thought that the matter was over that day, but looking at the report of the next day, he knew that it had only begun. Nearly 25% of the workers were absent. If it were any other time, he would have thought it was a coincidence, but thinking about what happened yesterday, he knew it was not.

A couple of days passed, and his eyes were bloodshot as more than 70% of all the workers in the production line were absent, and the machines could not be started at all.

"Do you guys think I'm nothing without you? I'll show you guys who I am."

In anger, he tried to recruit new employees, but that did not work, as it took time for him to find skilled employees, especially at this time when even employing someone had become complicated.

He even tried to consult with a lawyer to see if this case could be fought in the court of law, but his personal lawyer directly shook his head and gave him advice which he did not like: "Give up. There's nothing that can be done, as it is the rightful power of any citizen to ask for compensation for what they think they are worth, and if they employ someone else to negotiate on their behalf, then there is nothing illegal about it."

In the end, seeing no other options and unwilling to watch his business go down the drain at such a critical moment, one he had poured his heart and soul into, he begrudgingly called the negotiators and resumed the talks.

Yes, during the talk, his face looked like the negotiators had robbed him of a million Varaha, but they would just have to deal with it.

"400 varaha. That is all I can go."

"700 varaha."

"No. 450. This is my bottom line."

"650, and we have a deal."

The expression on the business owner's face became ruthless, "550, this is my final offer. If you don't agree, I would rather employ new workers for the same money."

There was silence in the room. Both parties did not let up, and the tension formed was so palpable that it felt like it could be cut by a knife.

"Alright, sir, we have a deal. I am sure that my employers would be delighted by your generosity and will be willing to work even harder."

"Tsk!"

When the factory worker, who was even worried about spending 10 varaha, heard from the guild that he would be getting paid 550 varaha from next month for the work, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed with joy. An increase of 200 varaha so suddenly made him so exhilarated that his hands and feet wouldn't move.

Such cases continued to repeat prominently in the manufacturing industry, and less prominently but nonetheless important, in artist industries where artists demanded better compensation for their work from media companies, drama troupes, and art galleries; junior lawyers demanded they be compensated better from their law firms; or even doctors, who, in the form of a guild, negotiated with the hospital to increase their compensation.

"Long live your majesty, long live!"

"Thank you for bringing this bill, your majesty. Now I can afford to send all three of my kids to a second-tier school in the township."

"May God keep his majesty away from the wind and rain, may he live for 100 years."

The praise for Vijay among the people was overwhelming.