Heavenly Dao Formula

"Look carefully, what's in the wooden 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 one hundred people who come out first will be rewarded with 50% of their salary!"

All the hired workers in the shanty town heard Gore's words.

It would be a lie to say there was no movement.

Especially the more than 200 hired workers who didn't want to fall out with Pagoda. They found themselves blocked by a group of workers from the morning, and they were sent to the center of the shed area in the north one after another. Although there was no fight during the whole process, the atmosphere at the scene was quite dignified.

"We can't stay here anymore!" Someone couldn't bear it anymore, stood up suddenly and said, "Guys, there is no future for resistance! No matter how hard things are going on now, it is still a way to survive, making things out of control , Where shall we go to ask for a meal in the future? People in the whole city will know what we have done!"

This statement was echoed by many people.

"I think you guys should stop making trouble, let's go out together, now you can still fill your stomach at the end, and have an extra harvest, so why bother to be stubborn to the end?"

"Mrs. Callan, please let us go!"

"We don't want to conflict with you, but we can't just sit here and wait to die! You don't have much savings in your hands, and you can survive for a day. What will you do in two or three days?"

"That's right, just take it when you see it."

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

There was a crowd of people for a while, obviously everyone's emotions were mobilized.

—the situation has changed.

Gore, who was standing on the carriage and preaching loudly, also saw the crowd ready to move, and couldn't help but feel confident.

It's so stupid that these people are not detained separately, but are gathered together for monitoring, which is equivalent to giving them a chance 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 will undoubtedly be much more difficult to suppress.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that there are only so many hired workers that Momola can support. If there is no centralized control, it will not be able to take care of it at all. Thinking of this, Gore once again used the mage's sound transmission technique and said loudly, "Yes, I'm talking about you—innocents who have been coerced by a small group of people, leave that shack now, and I guarantee that the reward will be honored immediately! "

His persuasion made more people stand up involuntarily.

At this time, Mrs. Karan, who was guarding the intersection, suddenly tapped the crutch in her hand, "Do you really think that he will fulfill his promise? You have forgotten how the steward announced the factory regulations when you entered Baiguoyuan to work? Maybe you Forgot, but I remember it very clearly - no matter when you leave the factory, you can get paid for the days you have worked, and the result!"

She suddenly raised her voice, and said in a slightly sharp tone, "Which of the hired workers who were fired got the compensation, and which one got the wages they deserved? If he is sincere, he should put the money at the intersection of the road and distribute it on the spot. You! And you are planning to betray the workers who fight for everyone's interests just because of a few good words?"

"This is not fighting for profit... It's clearly self-destruction!" Someone argued, "Mrs. Karan, you have been in the factory for so long, so you should be very clear about how to manage things?"

"Then let me ask you—" Mrs. Callan raised her crutch until she reached the middle-aged man, "how did he get the reward he gave verbally, and the porridge brought to the gate? No way. It was because of Gore's sudden kindness that he decided to raise the wages of the employees?"

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

"Anyone who is not blind can see that it is because we are fighting here that he has to make a compromise! If we give up on this, how can Gore benefit you?" She took a long breath, "Chong In the front is Momola, and you don’t have to do anything, just wait. No matter what results you get in the end, you can enjoy it together. Isn’t such a good thing better than betraying other workers in exchange for that insignificant small profit? better?"

The momentum of more than two hundred people was suppressed by her alone, and no one could answer this sharp question.

After a long while, a young man said cautiously, "But what if the other party plans to fight to the end? We can't waste time with them in the shanty town, can we?"

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

When the man seemed about to say something more, a loud voice suddenly overwhelmed the audience, even suppressing Gore's words.

"It's noon, let's eat—"

Anyone can recognize that it is Momola's voice!

"Open, serve dinner?" The crowd shouted in commotion.

Mrs. Callan stroked her crutches lightly, "As I said, all you have to do is wait."

...

meal? What meal? Gore couldn't help being stunned, what kind of tricks are these low-level employees doing?

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

Such a loud voice is definitely not shouted out by the throat!

Are there demon possessors in the shack too?

"Your Excellency Mitterin... What do you think is the situation?" He subconsciously looked at the mage under the carriage.

The latter also showed some surprise, but he quickly returned to his original indifferent expression, "Mr. Gore, this is a matter for employees in your factory, you should ask yourself. I was entrusted by the manager, just for You provide transmission support, and I have nothing to do with anything else."

"Boss, look at the door!" shouted one of his subordinates.

Gore looked around, and saw a few people walking through the crowd with baskets, distributing the food for each hired worker. What was contained in the baskets was not porridge or bread, but golden baked bread!

This discovery made his eyes pop out.

These meals made of refined wheat flour are often set off on white porcelain plates, and in some wealthy families, they are also served with jam and cheese... But now they are pinched in pairs of hands covered with dust, and Almost everyone can get two, such an uncoordinated scene made Gore feel an indescribable absurdity.

Yes, he could easily afford the cost of sweetbreads, and it was no problem to eat three or four in one meal, but apart from him and the mage, no one else at the scene could enjoy it as a daily food.

Even those supervisors couldn't help showing envious expressions!

Those who were close swallowed their saliva.

Goyle felt as if he had been slapped on the cheek a few times, especially the buckets of wheat porridge that were still left unattended beside the carriage-with the sweet bread set off, his persuasion was almost like a clown's performance.

He had never felt as humiliated as he was now for a moment.

"Momora—" Goyle gritted his teeth.

No doubt someone is helping these scum!