Chapter 1053 Privileged Reporter
The workers were furious.
Everyone used shovels, hammers, and baseball bats to hit An Quantao's joints hard.
In an instant, An Quantao's limbs were all broken and comminuted.
An Quantao screamed in pain, his mind constantly flashing back to that day in China.
If I had tried my best to dissuade Zheng Zaipu, this wouldn't have happened.
A young man felt annoyed when he heard Anquan Tao screaming.
He didn't control his strength and accidentally hit An Quantao on the back of the head.
This blow immediately left An Quantao paralyzed and demented.
Except for Anquan Tao, all the officials of the Korean Construction Union are relatives of the Koreans and have no skills at all.
No one can contact China Daqin International.
Naturally, these people's fate was the same as Anquan Tao's, being beaten to a pulp.
To cut off someone's financial resources is like killing his parents. This statement is applicable in any country.
Although the Korean stock market is booming.
But almost all the benefits are divided up by the middle class and the wealthy.
For ordinary people like construction workers, how would they know what stocks are?
South Korea is stimulating the stock market in order to stimulate its economy.
An easy monetary policy was implemented and bank interest rates continued to decline.
Indirectly, it led to an increase in prices in South Korea.
It can be said that these workers only enjoy the news from South Korea, which sends out good news about the stock market boom every day, but they do not get any benefits at all.
The next day, some workers spontaneously organized themselves to protest at the branch of Daqin International in South Korea.
Daqin International’s branch in South Korea is located in the most prosperous CBD in Seoul, South Korea.
Early in the morning, more than 10,000 workers gathered downstairs of the Daqin International branch.
The security guards surrounded these people early and put them under unified management.
The chaebols do not allow the Korean media to report this incident so as not to affect the Korean stock market.
Even the Chinese media, which wanted to report on the incident, were stopped outside the quarantine zone.
However, one media outlet was able to enter the scene without being stopped.
Outside the crowd, photographer Erickson, carrying a camera, asked
"Gustav, I see many media outlets can't get in, can we get in?"
Gustav smiled and said, "Erickson, the fact that you can ask such a question proves that you don't know much about South Korea."
After that, Gustav took out his work ID and hung it around his neck.
He swaggered through the cordon set up by the Korean security guards and prepared to walk into the crowd.
"Excuse me, sir. Interviews are not allowed here." The security guard immediately stepped forward and stopped him.
Gustav picked up his work badge and waved it in front of the security officer.
Before the Korean security guard could see the words on his work badge clearly.
Gustav slapped the security guard in the face out of nowhere.
"Fuck, open your dog eyes and look, I'm a reporter from the American MLGB TV station, you dare to stop me?!"
The security guard was beaten by Gustav until he saw stars.
He originally wanted to fight back, but when he heard that the other party was a reporter from the American MLGB TV station, he subconsciously backed off.
This is a reporter from the United States!!!
An existence that one cannot afford to offend.
He could only cover his face, lower his head, and let the other person in as if he saw nothing.
After Gustav and Eriksson crossed the cordon.
Erickson said in surprise
"Hey, Gustav, you're really awesome. You beat up the security guard, but nothing happened to you. They even let us go."
Gustav smiled slightly, "Haha, was that the security guard I hit?"
Erickson was stunned. “Huh?”
"The one I hit was America's dog! Hahahaha..."
After hearing this, Ericsson laughed along with Gustav.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
He turned around and stopped laughing and asked, "Gustav, what's so good about protests in South Korea? They're all just shouting and yelling, not exciting at all. They're far inferior to those in America. Not to mention that we have an event every two or three days, and during the event everyone brings weapons and fires a few shots from time to time, killing a few people every time. Only events like that can be filmed, have impactful images, and provide news material!"
Gustav smiled and said.
"You don't understand. This time they are rebelling against the Huaguo Daqin International Group. This group has a feud with some masters in our country, so we have to shoot more."
Ericsson nodded repeatedly after hearing this.
He finally understood that the main purpose of this news was to discredit Daqin International Group.
In the United States, news serves the rich and the big corporations.
News TV stations are the swords in the hands of these wealthy people and big groups, which they use to deal with their competitors.
The two quickly walked into the crowd.
Gustav pointed in a direction and signaled Erickson to pat the signs held by the Koreans more and to take clear pictures of the words on them.
Erickson immediately turned on the camera and started live filming.
He turned the camera towards the group of workers and gave them close-ups.
He wanted to use the language of the camera to convey the feeling of these people being exploited by the Daqin International Group.
Gustave would make a sideline narration from time to time.
"Viewers, this is what the evil Chinese company, Daqin International, did."
"These Korean workers are using their own strength to resist the exploitation of Daqin International."
"Look, there's anger on each of their faces."
"You can imagine what an evil company Daqin International is."
"These workers want to leave Daqin International all the time."
"They held up signs and also asked Daqin International to stop exploiting them and let them go."
"What pitiful workers are! Daqin International has tied them down with a piece of paper contract."
Erickson didn't understand Korean, so he just pointed the camera at the words on the sign.
He thought to himself that there would definitely not be anything good written on it.
Gustav naturally didn't understand Korean.
After all, it doesn't make sense for a father to learn how to speak from his son.
Because of the language barrier, he arranged an interpreter early on and blended into the group of workers.
Soon, Gustav found the translator who had blended into the crowd.
"Jincan..." Gustav called the other person in a tone like calling a dog's name.
Jin Can nodded and bowed repeatedly, "Mr. Gustav...Mr. Erickson..."
"Have you figured out who's the leader?"
Jin Can pointed to a man shouting with a loudspeaker not far away.
"Okay! We are currently running the machine and broadcasting live. You need to translate it for us later. If this news is done well, I will find a chance to get you a US work visa!"
Upon hearing this, Jin Can almost cried for joy.
Finally I can get a visa to the United States...
