Heavenly Dao Formula

The crowd suddenly exploded.

"We get sweet buns every day!?"

"Did you hear that, you can still give it to your family members!"

"Great, so everyone will be able to stick to it!"

Instead of cheering with everyone, Momora pulled Li to the side of the hut, and asked a little uneasy, "I'm afraid this cost a lot of money, Mr. Ambassador? Considering everyone's income level, this money we It is estimated that it will be difficult to pay back..."

"Repay?" Li interrupted somewhat unexpectedly, "I remember that Xia Fan didn't mention the cost, right? Did you plan to pay back the food from the very beginning?"

"Only the black street will receive benefits for no reason. I am grateful for your willingness to help us, and the ambassador should not suffer losses in other areas." Momora's voice was low, but her tone was very firm.

This statement made Li raise his lips, "Interesting, what did you plan to do? Just based on the wages of hired workers, even white water porridge may not be able to make up for it, right?"

"This time I'm negotiating with the factory, I want them to increase the wages of their employees." Momola expressed her thoughts, "The apology is just an attitude, and the other party must make actual changes to make everyone in the shantytowns understand that the Relief Society will do this It is the right choice. If the salary can be increased by 50%, and everyone contributes a little more, I think it should be able to cover the cost of food."

"Relief society?" Li Ze noticed the key.

"That's right, we have established an organization." Catwoman told Li the process and goals of the establishment of the Relief Society without reservation, "I thought about it, a protest may succeed or it may fail. But if there is an organization , Even if it fails, it does not mean that it is over. We can pass on the experience to the latecomers and let them continue to fight against the factory. Mr. Xia Fan once said that the group is always more powerful than the individual. We have always been scattered in the past. Factories are protesting, so failure is the norm, and maybe relief will change that.”

This is really surprising...

Li thought to himself, Momola actually has a talent for fighting. Ordinary people often can only see the things in front of them, and they can't think so far away.

But now that I think about it, someone who can stand up for the workers is not very ordinary in itself.

"I see." The fox demon showed a sly smile, "Why don't you work harder."

The other party didn't react for a while, "Uh... you mean hard work?"

"Raise the wages to the point where you can afford sweet bread every day, so the problem will be solved?" Li winked at her, "It's not 30% or 50%, but it can guarantee that I can eat it every day. Food on strike. When the time comes, let's just call it sugar bread pay."

"Sweet bread salary..." Momola repeated subconsciously, "Will that be too much?"

"Is it really that much to eat three breads a day?" Li put his hands on her shoulders, "Compared to the income from jams in Baiguoyuan, this expense is only a drop in the bucket to a level visible to the naked eye."

The money Xia Fan spent to buy the bread was also the expenditure for the last quotation at the Holy Palace auction. And the owner of Baiguoyuan, Azie Lumen, dared to throw 8,000 gold coins at a time for the sake of face. It is conceivable how much profit these factories and shops have made for him.

"Don't worry, they'll agree to your terms—before the jams all rot and production grinds to a halt."

Momola hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, "I will try my best."

After all, as the other party said, raising the salary to the sweet bread standard is the best way to solve all problems.

"Just try your best." Li said with a smile, "By the way, I also brought some suggestions from Xia Fan."

"Really? That's great!" Compared with the sweetbread, this news made Momola more happy, "I'm worried that I don't have experience—"

"No hurry," Li Que shook his head and said, "Before that, you should go and have fun with everyone, they are all watching you."

It was only then that Momola noticed that because she dragged Miss Fox away alone, everyone stopped talking and looked at this side anxiously, as if they were afraid of any bad news.

"You're right..." She touched her head shyly, "I'm too impatient."

"Suggestions are useful, but they are not the key to success. In fact, your confidence is the most important thing."

Li took her hand and walked towards the crowd.

...

Early the next morning, Gore came to the Pagoda factory as usual, preparing to inspect the factory as usual.

Today is the day when a new batch of drunken fruit arrives at the port, and it is also the busiest time for the factory. In order to produce high-quality jams, work must start immediately after the goods are transported to the factory. The first to enter the mixing room is always the most plump and juicy drunken fruit. The price of the first batch of jams produced by them is often the price of subsequent products. several times. And this process can only be hand-picked by skilled workers, which usually lasts about two to three days.

During this period of time, Gore will also pay special attention. One is that the income of top-grade jam is higher, and the other is to prevent employees from being lazy at this time. Punishment can only make them remember the consequences of laziness, but the loss of the boss is irreparable.

However, when he approached the factory building, Gore felt something strange.

Normally at this time, there should be people coming and going in the loading and unloading yard, but he didn't even see a carriage.

and the sound...

The factory area was a bit too quiet. The start-up process of the hammer press is quite cumbersome, and it often needs to be warmed up one hour before the start of work, which is also the biggest source of noise in the workshop.

But he was almost at the door, and the roar of the steam piston was still silent.

No, something went wrong!

Gore subconsciously quickened his pace.

At this moment, two supervisors noticed his figure and immediately ran towards him shouting.

"Boss, it's bad! The workers are all gone!"

"What does it mean that the workers are missing?" Goyle asked in amazement, "Isn't today a pay day?"

In order to improve the production efficiency in the first few days, he deliberately increased the daily wages of the hired workers, and called it a salary day, but in fact he also cut the wages in the second half of the month, and the overall basically remained the same.

And that group of idiots who can't even read a few words can't see through his tricks. They are far more active than usual when they go to work on the days when the drunk fruit arrives in Hong Kong. In order to move more boxes of goods, they usually arrive before dawn. Waiting in the factory area, how can there be no one at the time like today?

"But there are really not many people in the factory," the supervisor said with a bitter face. "We counted them, and there are less than thirty people in total."

"Mr. Gore, what do you mean?" Suddenly, Gore heard a question from behind, and he turned around, only to see a tall man running into the factory area on a black horse. Judging from his clothes, the other party looked like someone who had been running on the sea all year round.

"Mate Paula..." He quickly recognized the identity of the visitor, "Shouldn't you be busy unloading the cargo?"

"I still want to ask you!" The man jumped off the horse and approached Gore in two steps in three steps, "It has been half an hour since the ship docked at the port. Where are you who are responsible for loading the cargo?" !"