"Your Majesty, where are we heading next?" Rabidev asked as he got into the carriage, his heart still unclear why Zhu Wencong was in a hurry to leave.
"Let's check out the industrial district!" Zhu Wencong instructed the coachman, the problem of wage arrears had always existed.
The staff had already been arranged in place, and work was progressing slowly, mainly because the factory owners were reluctant and still dragging their feet.
Enforcing compliance would disrupt market fairness, Zhu Wencong would never intervene in capital with power; everything had to be administered according to regulations and systems.
Those factory owners were sure that Zhu Wencong would abide by the law, so wages would definitely be paid, it just needed some time.
Zhu Wencong planned to meet them in person. They could not refuse to give him face unless they wanted to be out of Moscow for good.
