readease Chapter 60 The Uprising
Chapter 60 The Uprising
Chapter 60 The Uprising
Los Angeles at dusk resembles a melting toffee, with the Hollywood sign appearing and disappearing in the golden clouds.
At MGM headquarters, the blinds in the office slanted through the setting sun, casting long, thin shadows in the interplay of light and shadow.
As Christmas approaches, the streets and alleys of Los Angeles are adorned with twinkling lights, and car radios are playing "Jingle Bells" on a loop.
Unlike those leisurely beginning to enjoy their vacation, MGM employees are clearly not so lucky.
"Oh, shit."
In the propaganda department, where the sound of keyboards clicking filled the air, a sudden shout drew everyone's attention.
"Jamie, what happened?"
Jamie's knuckles were white from clenching his fists, and he didn't hear his colleague's concern at all; he was still cursing at the computer.
He only realized it when a pair of large hands landed on his shoulders.
"What exactly happened?"
Jamie pointed to the computer screen on his desk. "Look at the company emails. Our year-end bonuses have been cancelled."
One stone stirs up a thousand ripples. An employee smashed his coffee cup on the table, and the brown liquid splashed out in a meandering, grotesque shape on the desk.
"Are you kidding me? My mortgage depends on this bonus! Nelson, that idiot, is he trying to kill me?"
Nelson was the vice president of MGM. He was appointed by Cockerill and was not fired by Ernst after he took over MGM.
He was in charge of MGM's global marketing and promotion, and firing him abruptly would have an impact on MGM's global marketing and promotion.
However, Ernst did not give him a prominent position. Although he was still at the vice president level, his publicity and marketing duties had been stripped away, and he was now in charge of logistics.
Once the new head of publicity is fully in place, this person will definitely be fired.
However, things didn't go as planned. Nelson didn't get fired; instead, it was Ernst, the chairman, and Robert Iger, the CEO he had hired, who were fired first.
After Iger was fired, the board appointed Nelson as MGM's new CEO.
"If you didn't want to send it, why give us advance notice? And now you're going back on your word? We just used the money meant for our mortgage payments to buy new appliances, and now you're saying you won't send it?"
In the United States, there is actually no such thing as a year-end bonus.
The term was later popularized by tech companies. Before that, only a very few companies had year-end bonuses, such as those financial giants on Wall Street.
Of course, that doesn't mean there are no bonuses. Compared to year-end bonuses, most American companies give holiday bonuses.
In other words, many companies distribute bonuses during national holidays.
However, this segment of companies will not exceed 40% of all companies in the United States.
Trade unions? Don't imagine them to be anything too wonderful.
Employees of large companies and large guilds generally receive this bonus, while employees of small companies who do not receive bonuses often struggle to earn enough to increase union dues.
Don't think that paying a membership fee once for union work means you're on a monthly or yearly subscription. Often, unions need to pay extra to fight for the interests of employees, in addition to some basic benefits such as wage increases.
From the corner, a trembling voice rang out, "The company's profits have clearly increased significantly this year. Wasn't that all agreed upon before?"
Many people are also facing financial difficulties because they haven't received year-end bonuses.
The United States promotes advance consumption, and more than 80% of people have little concept of saving money.
"I remember that this year-end bonus was specially approved by Mr. Robert Iger, and Chairman Ernst nodded in agreement. Now one of them has been dismissed and the other has resigned. Nelson, that lackey, I am irreconcilable with him."
"We support you. Find Kendine. He has to step up now."
Kendine is an employee representative director on the board, serving as a bridge between management and employees.
The news spread instantly, and within ten minutes, the entire MGM headquarters was in an uproar.
"Quickly, the marketing department has already caused a scene at the finance department and they've blocked the entrance. Security is coming to reinforce us, and we're heading there too."
The propaganda department was initially deathly silent, then an employee suddenly grabbed a mug and smashed it on the ground, shards of porcelain scattering everywhere. "To hell with it, I'm printing out a petition right now, Nelson must be impeached!"
"I'll help. Today, we'll plaster the entire MGM with petitions."
The entrance to the finance department on the eighth floor was completely blocked.
Orwell, the finance director, jumped up and down, yelling at Carret, the security supervisor outside the crowd, "What are you waiting for? Come and stop them! Do you want to be fired?"
Carret, standing on the periphery of the crowd, curled his lip in disdain, completely ignoring what the other person was saying. He even started smoking cigarettes with Leo, the marketing director, in the corridor.
"Orwell's acting is terrible. We're a Hollywood film and television giant. He should go and get some acting training."
Leo leaned over and chuckled slyly, "It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering. Orwell's voice is almost hoarse from shouting, and you're just standing here doing nothing and you're complaining about him."
Carrett disagreed, spreading his hands and saying, "I would love to be at the forefront, but Mr. Ernst won't give me that chance. You think I don't want to do it if I just shout a few more words and get such a big bonus?"
Ernst, it was all his arrangement.
Orwell, the finance director, was appointed by him after he took over MGM, and Leo, the marketing director, was promoted by Robert Iger.
As for security supervisor Carret, he had already been informed in advance, and the three of them were merely putting on an act to stir up the emotions of the employees.
Outside the finance department, employees were still loudly questioning, "Why aren't we getting our promised year-end bonuses? Why are the finance department still issuing year-end bonuses as usual?"
Orwell turned around, his face darkening, and demanded angrily, "Who leaked this information?"
His acting almost made Leo and Caret burst into laughter.
Shouldn't you normally downplay the seriousness of the matter? What are you doing? A tacit admission?
Sure enough, the employees blocking the door were convinced by these words, confirming the rumors they had heard, and they were instantly enraged.
"Everyone, this is a decision made by the company president, Nelson, not something we can control. Please calm down, and we can discuss this further."
"Fuck Nelson, you're no better than me."
As they were talking, a young man in a security guard uniform threw a punch. Orwell, who stumbled and fell, was stunned for a moment, then yelled, "Fuck you, Carret!" and began to fight back.
Leo looked bewildered at the finance department, which had been breached and was now a chaotic mess, then turned and whispered, "Did you arrange this?"
Carrett shrugged. "The bonus isn't so easy to get."
Leo growled, "Aren't you afraid of casualties and the situation spiraling out of control?"
Carret pointed to the window at the end of the corridor and said nonchalantly, "You can go to the door and see, the situation is out of control."
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