Heavenly Dao Formula

"Look carefully, what's in the 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 100 people who came out first will be rewarded with 50% salary!"

All the hired workers in the shantytown heard Gore's call.

If there is no intention, it is absolutely false.

In particular, more than two hundred hired workers who didn't want to fall out with Baiguoyuan found themselves blocked by a group of workers in the morning, and they were sent to the center of the northern shed one after another to gather. Although there was no fight in the whole process, the atmosphere on the scene was quite solemn.

"We can't stay here anymore!" Someone couldn't bear it and stood up and said, "Guys, there is no future for resistance! Even if it is harder now, it is still a way to survive and make things uncontrollable. , Where do we go to beg for food in the future? People in the whole city will know what we did!"

This remark was echoed by many people.

"I think you guys don't want to fight anymore. Let's go out together. Now that the end can fill your stomach, there is an extra harvest, so why bother to die?"

"Mrs. Karan, please let us go!"

"We don't want to have a conflict with you, but we can't just sit here and wait for death! You don't have a lot of savings in your hands, and you can hold on for one day. What should we do in two or three days?"

"Yes, just accept it when you see it."

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

The crowd was crowded for a while, and obviously everyone's emotions were mobilized.

——The situation has changed.

Gore, who was standing on the carriage and preaching loudly, also saw the crowd around the corner, and couldn't help but feel confident in his heart.

It's so stupid, not to put these people in separate custody, but to monitor them together. This is equivalent to giving them the opportunity 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 is undoubtedly much more difficult to suppress them.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that there are so many employees that Momora can support. Thinking of this, Gore once again used the mage's voice transmission technique to say loudly, "Yes, I am talking about you-the innocent people who were coerced by a small group of people. Now leave that shack, I promise that the reward will be honored immediately! "

His temptation made more people stand up involuntarily.

At this time, Mrs. Karan, who was guarding the intersection, suddenly knocked on the crutches in her hand, "Do you really think he will honor his promise? You have forgotten how the steward declared the factory regulations when he entered Baiguoyuan to work? Maybe you Forgot, but I remember it very clearly-no matter when I leave the factory, I will be paid for the number of days I have worked. The result!"

She suddenly raised her volume and said in a slightly sharp tone, "Which of the hired workers who were fired was compensated, and which one got the wages due? If he is sincere, he should put the money at the road junction and hand it out on the spot. You! But because of a few good words, you plan to betray the workers who are fighting for everyone's benefit?"

"Isn't this fighting for benefits... it's clearly a way of self-defeating!" Someone retorted, "Mrs. Karan, you obviously have been in the factory for so long, so you should be very clear about the way you manage things, right?"

"Then I ask you—" Mrs. Karan raised her cane until the middle-aged man, "What did he get for the reward he verbally, and the porridge that he pulled to the door? It was Gore who had a sudden kindness and decided to improve the salary of his employees?"

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

"As long as anyone who is not blind can see, it is because we are fighting here that he has to make a compromise! If we stop here, why does Gore benefit you?" She took a long breath, "Chong In front is Momora, and you don’t have to do anything, just wait. No matter what you get in the end, you can all enjoy it together. Isn’t such a good thing better than betraying other workers in exchange for that insignificant profit? better?"

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

After a while, a young man cautiously said, "But what if the other party intends to hold on to the end? We can't spend time with them in the shanty town, right?"

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

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

"It's noon, it's time for dinner--"

Anyone can hear it, that's the voice of Momora!

"Open, have dinner?" the crowd commotion.

Mrs. Karan stroked the crutches, "I said, all you have to do is wait."

...

rice? What kind of rice? Gore couldn't help but stunned, what are these low-level hired workers doing?

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

Such a loud voice is definitely not made by shouting!

Is there also a demon owner in the shack area?

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

The latter also showed a little surprised look, but soon returned to the original indifferent expression, "Mr. Gore, this is a matter for your factory hires. You should ask yourself if it is. I am entrusted by the steward, just for You provide TRANSSION support. Nothing else has anything to do with me."

"Boss, look at the door!" a subordinate shouted.

Gore followed the reputation and saw a few people walking through the crowd with baskets, distributing food for every hired worker. The baskets were not gruel or bread, but golden baked bread!

This discovery made his eyes pop out~www.readwn.com~ These meals made of refined wheat flour are often set off with white porcelain plates, and in some wealthy families, they will also be paired with jam and cheese... Nowadays They were pinched in a pair of muddy hands, and almost everyone could be divided into two. Such an unmatched sight made Gore feel an indescribable absurdity.

That's right, he can easily afford the cost of sweet bread. It is no problem to eat three or four meals at a time, but apart from him and the mage, no one else on the scene can eat it as daily food.

Even the overseers couldn't help showing their envious expressions!

The few who were close also swallowed their saliva.

Gore felt as if someone had slapped his cheek a few times, especially the barrels of uninterested porridge beside the carriage-with sweet bread, his persuasion was almost like a clown's performance.

He has never felt as embarrassed as he is now.

"Momora--" Gore gritted his teeth.

There is no doubt that someone is helping these scum!