Cosma Empire

On the third day, Turat's nephew, who was looking at the tape he had seen countless times, was startled by the quarrel. He poked his head out of the only high-rise building in the camp and asked the people downstairs what happened . It was only later that they found out that the amount of excrement was not enough today, and one bucket was missing. According to the agreement, they only need to pay nine yuan, but the employee in charge of daily settlement did not agree with the other party's request.

If this part of the loss is finally counted in his own account, wouldn't it be a big loss?

After hearing this, Turat's nephew came out of the tower. He walked to the wooden barrel with insufficient weight and took a look. He immediately moved away from a long distance and showed disgust. There was less than one-fifth of the excrement inside, and he didn't want to take a second look at those vomitous things. Although he is not a real businessman, he has the trait that most rich children have, that is, he doesn't care much about small money. If his fame spreads in the west because of a bucket of shit, he might as well kill him.

"Nine yuan is just nine yuan. From now on, you don't need to argue about such trivial matters, just do it the way it is today!" After he finished speaking, he walked back to the tower and continued to look at the tapes that he would never get tired of after reading it many times.

Behind him, the young man took out nine yuan and handed it to the camp staff, and asked someone to remove the bucket of feces from the carriage, "I won't take this bucket back..."

Soon the bucket of excrement was sent to the mine. There was already a lot of excrement in it, and after a day of deposition and fermentation, it already had a very special strange smell. In the end, the bucket of feces was required to be sent to the mine. When the guards watched the slaves place the barrel in the place where the excrement was collected, they immediately left the ghostly place. The smell of excrement, the rotten smell that is hard to get rid of in the mine, and the strong body odor, it is like a hell of smells!

It's just that the mine guards didn't know that right after they left, a slave walked to the collection place, pushed away the wooden plank placed on the barrel, and jumped down without any hesitation facing the small half bucket of feces. . The splattered feces and the stench didn't make him show any discomfort, but he saw surprise and...hope on his face.

"Found it!", he couldn't help shouting in a low voice, and inserted his hands into the feces to take out a canvas package from it. The person next to him immediately fetched clean water for him, and rinsed his hands, feet and the canvas wrap. A group of people watched silently as he cut a hole in the canvas with a piece of gravel, exposing the contents inside, and each of them had a kind of ecstasy on their faces.

The mining area in Brewer Bay has been in operation for eleven years. Compared with other mining areas, it can be said to be very stable. After dozens of bloody suppressions, the slaves here have accepted Goddess of Fate's arrangement for their future. Fortunately, Turat's thoughts are all on the physical business, unlike Andorra or Luke who have the habit of killing slaves, and the private property protection team of these mine owners dare not kill at will, so that the slaves here can live a peaceful life. The environment is much better than other places.

But no matter how much better, they all changed from free people to slaves, and there are still factors yearning for freedom in their blood, and now, these factors have been activated again.

There wasn't much in the canvas bag, only ten pistols and some bullets, but this was just the first batch. According to the information on the young man's note, he would send over a hundred pistols and bullets in total, which gave the slaves in the camp a chance, a chance to regain their freedom.

At the same time, something was happening outside.

Memnon’s attitude towards the mine disaster caused some problems. He advocated finding out the cause of the mine disaster first, and then making related compensation according to the results of the investigation. But some things are not as simple as he imagined. He was able to gain a firm foothold in the west because the people here are very simple. As long as it can bring benefits to these people, they don't mind supporting a new party that has no roots in the empire.

But again, if this new party hurts their interests, they don't mind showing a more "simple" "idea" to tell Memnon what the West is.

Now Memnon's head hurts very much, because he delayed the time for compensation, which has caused many people in the west to think that he is unable to compensate, and began to ask him to refund the "three guarantees" insurance premium he paid. He has already used this money for party building and other places, and those people even asked the factory to return their workers' funds!

The ordinary working class is making trouble, and those capitalists have also spread the word, hoping that he can calm down this matter as soon as possible. Those capitalists naturally laughed when they ate the workers' money, and they were easy to talk about anything, but once they were asked to spit out the money they had eaten, it was not so easy to talk about. They don't care what they said at the beginning, they just want to see the result—the result that doesn't hurt their own interests.

Memnon had already managed to contact Mr. Roel on the phone in private. He told Mr. Roel that he was aware of everything Mr. Roel had done. He also warned the other party that if the other party did not immediately stop If it is such a boring method, he will consider involving the judicial department. At that time, as long as he finds a little bit of evidence, Mr. Roel will be hanged on the gallows.

But Memnon's threat was of no use to Mr. Roel. This man who was on the verge of bankruptcy in the scam had no way out. Apart from doing so, he couldn't find any chance to keep everything he had now. If he is bankrupt, he is willing to die. Memnon cannot threaten him, and he knows very well that as long as the incident is big enough to attract many people's eyes to this land, he will be safe of.

The investigation team made no progress in the investigation of the mine accident. They found the crusher that caused the mine accident when they were digging and cleaning up the corpse. The crusher almost completely exploded. The result is that the powder of the stone is mixed with the lubricating oil of the linkage rod, which creates great resistance to the movement, causing the pressure in the reaction chamber to be too high, which eventually leads to an explosion. As for whether the explosion can cause the mine to collapse, that is someone else's question.

There is no reasonable way to avoid the astronomical compensation. Memnon has few options. He has considered paying out the money to calm the storm as soon as possible, but doing so is tantamount to giving money to those who are also in poor management. The mine owners on the verge of bankruptcy are reminded that there is still a huge cash machine waiting for them in the west.

What's more troublesome is that the money is not for Roel on the surface at all, but for the families of the victims of the 301 mine disasters. Memnon has no power without any evidence. Continue to withhold this part of the compensation. But he is not reconciled, you know that the other party is cheating your money, but you have no other way but to bear all the losses, that feeling is very bad.

This bad feeling reached its peak on Wednesday morning. Roel actually gathered the families of the victims together, organized these people to start the parade without reporting, and invited reporters from many newspapers and magazines. Take photo interviews on the spot.

"Let Roel disperse the people, let him come and talk to me, we may be able to find a way that both parties are satisfied with to end this farce!", Memnon standing by the window staring out the window and standing at the front of the crowd Roel, holding the banner, gritted his teeth and said these words. He intends to end this farce with a price of 2 million, which is 400,000 less than the actual compensation. He believes that Roel must have made a move in this disaster, otherwise there would be nearly 300 local miners in the mine. Inside, this is against common sense.

Soon a staff member of the city hall walked up to Roel and said something to him. Roel immediately looked at the first window on the left side of the third floor of the city hall. He could see a silhouette standing behind the window. , he knew it was Memnon. He nodded, handed the banner in his hand to the people around him, and said something. Those who shouted slogans gradually fell silent, and Roel also started to walk towards the city hall.

Just after Roel left the crowd, there was a sudden roar from the street, and four trucks drove quickly, causing a brief commotion among the parade crowd. Roel looked angrily at the staff of the city hall in front of him. Before he could say anything, the staff pulled out a pistol and pulled the trigger on Roel's chest.

Standing on the third floor, Memnon's eyes were wide open. After a shock, he turned around and ran towards the door. His running speed was already very fast, but it was still not as fast as the bullets.

A large group of people jumped out of the truck, holding automated weapons in their hands, and pulled the trigger directly on the marching crowd. The entire city hall was like hell, with flying bullets everywhere and ordinary people screaming and falling in a pool of blood.

The killing lasted less than three minutes. Four trucks carried the group of masked gunmen and left the city center. When Memnon ran out from the gate of the city hall, he felt dizzy and his eyes turned black .

The streets were full of injured people, blood pooled together and slowly flowed to low-lying places, accumulating into small pools of blood, the smell of blood rose to the sky, and screams were endless.

He swears that this is definitely not what he arranged, and he didn't even think that there would be such a situation.

The flashing lights on the side of the road continued to light up one after another, and the distorted and ferocious smiles of the journalists whose faces were spattered with blood made Memnon react quickly. He pointed at the journalists and shouted loudly, "Quick, get them under control!" Stop, destroy all their negatives!"

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