Heaven's Formula

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 Baiguoyuan. 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, right?"

"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 dusty hands, 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 barrels 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!

Chapter 558 The Meaning of Resistance

Momora watched the loudspeaker in her hand turn into green smoke and dissipate, unable to calm down for a long time.

"How was it, the first experience of casting spells?" Li joked aside.

"It's like a dream..." she murmured.

She hadn't fully reacted when she shouted just now, and even fearing that there would be no effect, she almost held back her strength and shouted at the top of her voice.

It wasn't until her own echoes came from around the shanty that Momola realized that she had accomplished what a mage could do once.

Spellcaster—this word has almost nothing to do with half-beasts. The former are the lucky ones among humans, with a high status, basically second only to dragonborn.The latter are weeds in the bottom layer, half-human, half-animal mutants, who are inferior to humans wherever they go.

It would be an absolute lie to say that she does not envy the caster.

If you have enough power, why should you be afraid of the overseer's oppression?

It's a pity that the gap of birth cannot be bridged. She can't be born to master spells like the dragonborn, and the mage tower will not take in a half-beast apprentice without talent.

At the moment when Momora followed Li's instructions and imagined injecting invisible magic power into the sound amplifier, she felt an indescribable sense of comfort—as if her body wrapped in mud melted away in the lake, and then It seems that the blood vessels that have been blocked for a long time have resumed their flow.The pleasure brought by this experience seems to go deep into the soul, and once you taste it, you will never forget it.

"Have you never noticed the flow of Qi?" Li asked curiously.

The biggest difference between a demon and a human is that a demon possesses natural spells, thus skipping the link of awakening and entraining qi into the body, and stepping into the eighth-rank alchemist level in one step.

Dragon monsters like Chi are almost born with a sixth-grade asking level.

There is no doubt that the half-beast is an aura-sensing person. Li had already confirmed this when they met for the first time, and Momora could "smell" magic power.

It's just that she never seems to actively use this ability.

"The flow of Qi?" Momola showed a blank look, "What is that?"

Nobody taught her these things, Li realized.In Jinxia City, even a five-year-old child can say a word or two when it comes to Qi.In places other than Shenzhou, the Privy Council will also carry out some publicity on the matter of awakening and feeling angry. Even if the people do not want to hand over their children to the big families responsible for cultivating alchemists, they can also recruit Yunyou casual cultivators alone to give their children Carry out simple alchemy teaching.

There is also a knowledge monopoly here.

And the situation is probably more serious than the six eastern countries.

At least in Qiguo, neither the imperial court nor the Privy Council restricted education at the bottom.

Reading is the only way to get promoted. This concept can be said to have affected all aspects of the world.

"About the topic of qi, I can't finish talking about it for a few days and nights. After this matter is over, it will not be too late for me to teach you slowly." Li An rubbed her ears reassuringly, "Fill up first Stomach."

……

Horn came to a shed with a bread basket.

Lifting the curtain, he saw Mu Li sitting on the floor, concentrating on fiddling with the hair piled up in front of her.

"Brother!" Seeing him coming back, the younger sister immediately showed a happy smile, "Look—" She held up a piece of silk cloth in her hand.

The cloth looked very shiny and soft, in stark contrast to the coarse cloth she was wearing.

"You wove this out of your hair?" Horn couldn't help laughing.

"When you were away, I was thinking about whether I could use them. It would be a pity if they were just used as fuel." Mu Li nodded, "Later, I found that after being boiled with water, it became soft and tough. How much worse is the rope?"

"Excellent, so my sister's hair still has this function." Horn sat down opposite her, "But are these handkerchiefs you knitted?"

"It's a bandage!" Mu Li pouted, "When you fight with the factory, it's inevitable that someone will be injured. It's better to use a bandage than a rag. Now that my brother is fighting in front, I want to help!"

Horn couldn't help but took a deep breath.

If he didn't do this, he felt that there might be a slight flaw in the image he maintained.

"It turned out to be like this. You have helped us a lot. I thank you for everyone."

"really?"

"It's absolutely true." The horn said seriously.

"Haha, that's good." Mu Li smiled happily, "By the way, why don't you just let me fight with you. You said I'm not suitable for working in the factory, so it's okay to fight against the factory? I promise not." It will hold you back!"

"That won't work!" Horn refused resolutely, "You are a girl, so you should stay behind. Fighting is what men should do."

"Eh? But Momola is obviously a girl!"

"Uh—" He got stuck for a moment, opened his mouth for a long time and then simply changed the subject, "Anyway, it's not okay, so don't mention that, let's have dinner."

After speaking, he opened the cover on the basket and put a sweet bun into his sister's hand.

The latter swallowed suddenly.

"This is……"

"There are kind-hearted people who give it away for free, so you can eat it without worry."

Mu Li glanced at the basket first, and after confirming that there was more than one bread in it, she put the bread into her mouth.

The baked slightly crispy icing melts first, followed by the fluffy bread body - the rich aroma of wheat and the sweetness of sucrose are completely mixed together, and become soft and tender under the infiltration of saliva. Effortless, no throat stinging at all.

For Mu Li, who is used to thick noodles, this is an unprecedented experience.

Horn wanted to ask her how it tasted, but seeing her intoxicated face, the answer was self-evident.

"Brother... is this really something we can eat?"

After swallowing for a long time, she asked cautiously.

A hot current rushed to the horn's heart.

Maybe that's what it means for him to side with Mommora.

"Yes, and not only today, but every day in the future." The horn stroked his sister's hair, and replied slowly, "Brother, I promise you."

……

With the supply of sufficient food, the mood of the employees quickly stabilized.

Even those who clamored to rush out of the shantytowns sat back in their original positions—as Mrs. Callan said, the rewards promised verbally were far less solid than those in their hands, and the rewards placed at the door Buckets of oatmeal have also lost their appeal with the advent of sweet buns.

Not to mention Momola's claim that the same bread will be served every day going forward, and as long as everyone continues to fight the factory, such food will not stop.These words instantly pulled the hearts of all the employees together—if less than half of them supported the Relief Society's actions before, now the number of supporters has exceeded [-]%.Even if there are opponents, they will not publicly boycott Momola. After all, who doesn't like the free food?

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, more and more passers-by gathered on the street.

Apparently the news of the confrontation between Baiguoyuan and the workers has already spread. It is hard not to attract the attention of the outside world when hundreds of people clash. Notepad's newspaper specialist.

Chapter 559 Negotiation

If this story is in the newspapers, it will be known the next day, not to mention that they always like to expand the story according to their own imagination and the preferences of readers.Thinking that what he did might be judged by the whole city, Gore felt a dull pain in his head.

"Get those people from the newspaper office out for me, don't let them get close to the shantytowns!" He said ruthlessly.

"But Boss, they are not hired workers." His subordinates showed hesitation, "If they are injured, the police department will trouble us."

"Are you stupid?" Gore scolded angrily, "I asked you to use knives, guns and sticks? Why don't you find a few more people to surround them and then pick them up and carry them away? What are you doing with such a big brain?"

"Yes, yes..." the subordinate responded, "I'll do it now."

He called another supervisor, "divide the rest of the people into three teams, leaving one team to block the door, and the rest from the east and the west, and attack the shed again. This time, no matter who comes up to block, they will be beaten to death I don't believe they can stick to the end-"

"No, there's no need for that." Suddenly someone interrupted him.

"Brother?" Gore turned around and found that Philip Law, the manager of Baiguoyuan, was walking towards him from the crowd. "It's only two o'clock, why are you here?"

"I originally thought that you could shake the position of the hired workers to some extent, but it seems that I was wrong." The other party stopped by the carriage, "Haven't you found out? There are not enough people for this, and you can rush a few more times." In vain."

"How come... They only have a hundred people, and we are close to two hundred, so we have an advantage in numbers. Brother, let me try!"

"Look again, are there really only a hundred of them?"