Chapter 593: The meaning of resistance (part one)

"Look carefully, what's in the barrel!" He raised the wooden spoon. "There is

food and drink here. As long as you leave the shed, you will get a free lunch!

Not only that, I can guarantee You have the opportunity to continue working in

Baiguoyuan, and at the same time... the first 100 people who came out first

will be rewarded with 50% salary!"

All the hired workers in the shantytown heard Gore's call.

If there is no intention, it is absolutely false.

In particular, more than two hundred hired workers who didn't want to fall out

with Baiguoyuan found themselves blocked by a group of workers in the morning,

and they were sent to the center of the northern shed one after another to

gather. Although there was no fight in the whole process, the atmosphere on

the scene was quite solemn.

"We can't stay here anymore!" Someone couldn't bear it and stood up and said,

"Guys, there is no future for resistance! Even if it is harder now, it is

still a way to survive and make things uncontrollable. , Where do we go to beg

for food in the future? People in the whole city will know what we did!"

This remark was echoed by many people.

"I think you guys don't want to fight anymore. Let's go out together. Now that

the end can fill your stomach, there is an extra harvest, so why bother to

die?"

"Mrs. Karan, please let us go!"

"We don't want to have a conflict with you, but we can't just sit here and

wait for death! You don't have a lot of savings in your hands, and you can

hold on for one day. What should we do in two or three days?"

"Yes, just accept it when you see it."

"If they don't let us rush out, we have to rush out!"

The crowd was crowded for a while, and obviously everyone's emotions were

mobilized.

——The situation has changed.

Gore, who was standing on the carriage and preaching loudly, also saw the

crowd around the corner, and couldn't help but feel confident in his heart.

It's so stupid, not to put these people in separate custody, but to monitor

them together. This is equivalent to giving them the opportunity to

communicate with each other-one person may not dare to express his thoughts,

but a group of people is different. Once they have the idea of fleeing, it

is undoubtedly much more difficult to suppress them.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that there are so many employees

that Momora can support. Thinking of this, Gore once again used the mage's

voice transmission technique to say loudly, "Yes, I am talking about you-the

innocent people who were coerced by a small group of people. Now leave that

shack, I promise that the reward will be honored immediately! "

His temptation made more people stand up involuntarily.

At this time, Mrs. Karan, who was guarding the intersection, suddenly knocked

on the crutches in her hand, "Do you really think he will honor his promise?

You have forgotten how the steward declared the factory regulations when he

entered Baiguoyuan to work? Maybe you Forgot, but I remember it very clearly-

no matter when I leave the factory, I will be paid for the number of days I

have worked. The result!"

She suddenly raised her volume and said in a slightly sharp tone, "Which of

the hired workers who were fired was compensated, and which one got the wages

due? If he is sincere, he should put the money at the road junction and hand

it out on the spot. You! But because of a few good words, you plan to betray

the workers who are fighting for everyone's benefit?"

"Isn't this fighting for benefits... it's clearly a way of self-defeating!"

Someone retorted, "Mrs. Karan, you obviously have been in the factory for so

long, so you should be very clear about the way you manage things, right?"

"Then I ask you—" Mrs. Karan raised her cane until the middle-aged man, "What

did he get for the reward he verbally, and the porridge that he pulled to the

door? It was Gore who had a sudden kindness and decided to improve the salary

of his employees?"

"This..." The other party couldn't help being dumb.

"As long as anyone who is not blind can see, it is because we are fighting

here that he has to make a compromise! If we stop here, why does Gore benefit

you?" She took a long breath, "Chong In front is Momora, and you don’t have to

do anything, just wait. No matter what you get in the end, you can all enjoy

it together. Isn’t such a good thing better than betraying other workers in

exchange for that insignificant profit? better?"

The momentum of more than two hundred people was suppressed by her alone, and

in the face of this harsh question, no one could answer.

After a while, a young man cautiously said, "But what if the other party

intends to hold on to the end? We can't spend time with them in the shanty

town, right?"

"Who said that?" Mrs. Karan said calmly, "This is not a waste of time."

When the man seemed to be about to say something more, a loud voice suddenly

overwhelmed the audience, even suppressing Gore's call.

"It's noon, it's time for dinner--"

Anyone can hear it, that's the voice of Momora!

"Open, have dinner?" the crowd commotion.

Mrs. Karan stroked the crutches, "I said, all you have to do is wait."

...

rice? What kind of rice? Gore couldn't help but stunned, what are these low-

level hired workers doing?

No... No, the point is not the meal, but the shout just now!

Such a loud voice is definitely not made by shouting!

Is there also a demon owner in the shack area?

"Your Excellency Mitlin... what do you think is the situation?" He

subconsciously looked at the mage under the carriage.

The latter also showed a little surprised look, but soon returned to the

original indifferent expression, "Mr. Gore, this is a matter for your factory

hires. You should ask yourself if it is. I am entrusted by the steward, just

for You provide TRANSSION support. Nothing else has anything to do with me."

"Boss, look at the door!" a subordinate shouted.

Gore followed the reputation and saw a few people walking through the crowd

with baskets, distributing food for every hired worker. The baskets were not

gruel or bread, but golden baked bread!

This discovery made his eyes pop out~www.mtlnovel.com~ These meals made of

refined wheat flour are often set off with white porcelain plates, and in some

wealthy families, they will also be paired with jam and cheese... Nowadays

They were pinched in a pair of muddy hands, and almost everyone could be

divided into two. Such an unmatched sight made Gore feel an indescribable

absurdity.

That's right, he can easily afford the cost of sweet bread. It is no problem

to eat three or four meals at a time, but apart from him and the mage, no one

else on the scene can eat it as daily food.

Even the overseers couldn't help showing their envious expressions!

The few who were close also swallowed their saliva.

Gore felt as if someone had slapped his cheek a few times, especially the

barrels of uninterested porridge beside the carriage-with sweet bread, his

persuasion was almost like a clown's performance.

He has never felt as embarrassed as he is now.

"Momora--" Gore gritted his teeth.

There is no doubt that someone is helping these scum!