THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 62's. Sitka
ELiza POV
"Eliza, we're opening a factory in Alaska, can you go there. New guys everything we wear, I don't trust a hundred percent in new people."
"Ohh well, Alaska, where are they going to start?"
"Sitka's. They will soon start catching herring their 3-year season of production only for local, this year the regulation of arrests is loosened. I'll send you as a finance clerk there are two finance clerks will also accompany you . No one knows you, just see if they can be trusted. The director who ran the position of head of the factory there was the one who ran this position before."
"I understand."
And early March in early spring I went to Sitka. A town in Alaska where we built a fish processing plant and at the same time opened hundreds of jobs for local residents.
The herring fishing season, tons of herring will gather in Sitka and turn its bluish water into a whitish green. Ships are racing to net as much as possible and records will be set with the biggest arrests.
Previous years of regulation regulated how many thousands of tons of herring could be captured, but for this year the number has doubled. The breeding season will begin soon once the fish have laid their eggs. There are experts who will assess when the arrests are opened. I'd like to see this arrest here from the air.
"Miss, you're going to act as our leader, aren't you?" One such financial planter conferred with me.
"No, you will be the leader, be critical, emphasize they must obey our system. Press them until everything is as we want. If they don't do what you want, I'll go forward to the branch's head."
"I may not always come with you, I'll take a walk in search of information, while you and your men work."
"Okay, Miss, I understand."
We welcome spring air that is still quite cold in the north of this continent, the highest average is 9°C and can touch point 0 at night.
I saw them working. This branch head seemed to be a bit stiff in the face as we explained our strict rules. Many times he protested and the finance department explained why we took this rule.
I heard he was one of the crews in his youth. Field people like him might have a headache hearing of financial people's arrangements. But our rules remain rules. He had to compromise our will.
The early days I saw him arguing with our financial guy. I could only give suggestions from the back to our staff, while I walked around to the harbor.
"I heard you could finally sell to the factory this year." I chatted and asked the fishermen who were waiting for the regulator to open the herring fishing season in the harbor.
"Yes we were finally able to catch a massive fish again, it felt like it had not worked so hard like this stuffed our trawls with fish until our ship tilted. Well even though the price is a bit disappointing but better than nothing."
"Dismissing? How much do you get paid per ton by the processing plant?" Really disappointing? I think the price does not disappoint, the government provides incentives and special rules for the price we pay.
"The price..." He called out the price that caused my forehead to wrinkle.