Excuse me Mr. Daisey; I hate to interrupt you. I was outside the Foxconn gates that afternoon you spoke to factory employees. The only trouble is I seem to remember the events of that afternoon very differently. I don’t recall seeing any underage workers, and that is something I surely would have remembered. In fact, I can’t say that I ever really notice any young workers around the factory at all. I think you may have the wrong impression of Foxconn. Yes, there are times when working here can seem rather grim; I get homesick often and my job on the floor can get boring, but I think you seem to be a bit confused. Life here is not as bad as you make it out to be. This is not my dream job, but it is a good job. I chose to work here.
Like many other Foxconn workers, I moved to Shenzhen from a small farming town. A job at a factory offers me more money than I would be able to make elsewhere. We all want to work overtime; we want to make more to send home to our families. I benefit greatly by working and living here. Food is subsidized, there are health centers, and I am being paid more than the government minimum. Mr. Daisey, this is not America – life is different here. This is the Chinese way; you cannot compare your American standard of living to the lives of us factory workers. I appreciate your concern, but you’ve got it all wrong.