Heavenly Dao Formula

  Chapter 553 Xia Fan's Aid

  Nine o'clock in the evening, in the shanty town north of the Baiguoyuan factory.

  Momora and others gathered together again.

  According to the plan, they will launch a general strike tomorrow. Once the matter begins, most workers will have no retreat.

  But before that, the relief society needs one more key thing.

   "The person you are talking about... will really come?" Mollier walked back and forth, rubbing his hands, and looking out to the street from time to time, his tone mixed with a little anxiety.

   "Can you sit down? Don't dangle." "Carrot Ding" Lars, who is seven or eight years younger than him, complained, "Even if they don't come, why don't we stop acting?"

   "But... then we can't get more than 80% of the employees, right?"

   "How much can I fight for, I don't want to be beaten and bullied by them anyway." Lars clenched his fists, "It's a death to lose your job, it's better to fight for it!"

   "That's right!" Harmony soon sounded around.

   "There is no difference between maintaining the status quo and waiting to die. We must force Baiguoyuan to make changes!"

   "Molly, what are you afraid of? According to the previous punishment, you have been expelled. Only if this action is successful, you may return to the factory."

  "What about the handling group and packing group? You think so too."

  However, in the eyes of everyone, the representatives of the other two groups, Horn and Mrs. Karan, remained silent.

  The atmosphere was a bit stiff for a while.

"You don't need to force them to answer on this kind of question." At this moment Momora said, "I believe their personal will is to stand up against the factory, but this plan is based on the help of Mr. Ambassador, blindly. The reconciliation will not make any improvement to the actual situation. Please rest assured that the Relief Society’s determination to change the status quo will remain the same regardless of whether it has external help or not, but this plan needs to be adjusted."

"Judgment wisely." Horn finally said, "If food security cannot be provided, and employees must be restricted to shanty towns, it will be no different from breaking the road. Don't talk about opposing factories at that time, I am afraid we will become ourselves. The prime target of the hired's attack!"

  No one can refute Horn's remarks.

  Or if you think about it a little bit, you can understand that this situation will happen with a high probability.

  Everyone closed their mouths involuntarily.

"Don't worry too much, everyone," Momora smiled and relieved. "Maybe the ambassador will be delayed by other things. I believe that Miss Fox Girl really wants to help us-she Won't deceive me."

   To be honest, the worries and anxieties in her heart are no less than those of Mollier, but at this time everyone is counting on her, and she can't show any hesitation in any case.

  "Momora, Momora, here comes, here comes!" Suddenly someone rushed into the open space in the middle of the shack, stammering.

   "What's coming? Make it clear!" Lars asked quickly.

  "Fleet, a convoy is coming!"

  The crowd was in an uproar.

  "Make a way out and let them in." Momora ordered.

   Soon, the four carriages drove slowly into the shanty town and stopped on the clearing where they gathered, and Li was sitting on the first one.

  She was wearing a noble lady's hat that covered her ears, but Momora still recognized her at a glance.

   "Sorry, the road is not easy to walk at night. I encountered a little trouble passing the market area, so I arrived a little late." Li jumped out of the car and reached out to her.

  A little trouble? As Momora held her hand, she noticed patches of blood on the side of the wheel.

  Catwoman suddenly jumped in her heart, "Did you meet a robbing black street gang?"

   "Probably so."

  Momora took a deep breath, "How many people are there? Are you okay, are there any injuries?"

Li chuckled, "There are a lot of people, there are more than 20, but unfortunately, I can't stand a single hurdle, and I kill each other before getting close to the car. In order to prevent them from spreading to the car, I can only wait. They will pass after the killing."

  Momora blinked and found that she couldn't understand the meaning of the other party's words at all.

  Humshu?

  Cannibalism?

  The convoy stopped by the side of the road, watching the gang members kill each other?

  So the blood on the wheel was accidentally splashed?

  It is difficult for her to connect these few clips into a complete scene.

  Fortunately, Li does not seem to be injured at all.

   "It was my negligence." Momora apologized, "I set the time at night, but forgot that there might be a black street attack when going out during this time, especially in the lower city."

  In other words, she did not expect that the ambassador did not send anyone to protect the convoy, leaving Li alone to run out.

  Oh, that's not right...Momora found that there was a little girl sitting in the driving place.

  A half-beast girl and a girl under ten years old, isn’t that worse!

  What did the Eastern Ambassador think?

   “As long as the other party is not emotional, it’s not a big problem,” Li waved his hand, led her to the carriage, and uncovered the linen on the trailer.

  A strong smell of wheat fragrant.

  "Open it and take a look." Li smiled.

  Momora took down one of the paper boxes, held it in her hand and opened the lid, and saw rows of golden baked bread neatly lying in the box.

  Everyone commotion once again.

  Anyone can see that it is a sweet bread baked with refined wheat and saccharin!

  Most people have only seen this kind of bread, but have never eaten it.

  Because the price of sweet bread is more than ten times that of ordinary coarse bread and black bread, as a filling food, it seems to be difficult for a low-paid hired worker.

Momora was also in shock~www.readwn.com~ The ambassador did promise to provide food assistance, but did not say what kind of food—according to her expectation, the most likely is gruel, plus a little more. Breadcrumbs can wrap your stomach without too much overhead.

  As for the sweet bread?

  She never thought about this at all!

  "Is this really...Mr. Xia Fan gave us?"

  Momora murmured.

"Of course, in order to buy so many breads, he specifically contacted seven or eight bakeries to cover their production capacity for the next few days." Li replied, "The weight is based on the total number of employees employed by Baiguoyuan. Calculate, that is to say, even if all workers are involved in the strike, there is no need to worry about insufficient food."

  How many days of production capacity? Momora was even more surprised, "Is this just the first batch of aid?"

"Yes, based on three meals a day, a box of bread is almost enough for three to four people in a single day, and you can't patronize workers, regardless of family members?" Li raised his mouth, "Xia Fan said. Starting today, new food will be delivered every day, and it will last until you win the struggle."

  (End of this chapter)