Chapter 537 Relief Society

Everyone imagined that the strike was a sincere rally of all workers to fight against the unfair treatment of the manager of the Orchard, but after Mrs. Karan said this, the matter became a little strange.

No matter what the excuse is, coercion and voluntariness are two different things.

"What do you think?" Horn asked Momora.

Suddenly, everyone in the open space looked at Catwoman at the same time.

After thinking hard for a while, Momola replied, "...I think it's feasible."

"Can you tell me the reason?"

"Ambassador Xia said that we are the weaker party, so we should unite all the forces that can be united as much as possible. From another perspective, this sentence can also be interpreted as preventing the neutral party from falling to the enemy side." Momola said while thinking, "If we do nothing, it means that we let the neutral party become the enemy, which is not a good thing no matter how you think about it. Moreover, this kind of coercion cannot be compared with the coercion of the factory-we will not hurt them, and at the same time, they can enjoy every benefit they get from the factory. For this part of people, at most they are a little panicked at the beginning."

After listening to Momola's words, the atmosphere on the scene gradually changed.

"Thinking about it, what Sister Mao said seems to make sense..."

"Yeah, it's just once anyway. If they take the benefits and turn to the factory, they can't be considered workers."

"That's right, we have more than 400 people anyway, we can't be stumped by those dozens of people, right?"

Horn nodded, looking at her with a little more recognition in his eyes, "In that case, we can't plan actions in this loose way anymore. If we want more than 400 people to perform their duties and implement instructions in a unified manner, we need leaders, organizers and rules and regulations."

"Wouldn't that be the same as a factory?" someone whispered.

"The system is not unique to the factory!" Horn swept over the crowd, and his voice became a little louder, "Kingdoms, armies, lords... all rely on systems to strengthen themselves, because at any time, a unified and organized team is stronger than scattered soldiers. If we really want to resist the factory, this is what we must do!"

"Who will be the leader?"

"I choose Momola." Horn seemed to have thought of the answer to this question a long time ago.

"Eh... me?" Catwoman shook her tail subconsciously, "But I have no experience and my seniority is not high..."

"I agree too." Mrs. Kalan nodded, "To be honest, if you had rejected my proposal just now, I would have chosen to withdraw directly. Courage is the prerequisite for resistance, but enthusiasm alone will not accomplish anything."

"Miss Momola, please agree, everyone in our production team is willing to stand on your side." Moril shouted.

"Yes, everyone is willing to follow your command!"

"Momoola! Momola!"

A neat and low voice rang out in the shed.

Momoola looked around at the eyes of everyone and took a deep breath, "In this case, I am willing to take this position for everyone."

Warm applause then resounded throughout the open space.

"Don't rush to celebrate," Horn said again, "Now that the leader has been elected, our organization should also have a name."

"The merchant organization is called the Chamber of Commerce, and the employee organization is called the Union?"

"The Union... I always feel that it sounds cold."

"And the purpose of the Chamber of Commerce is to make as much money as possible, right? It feels like the same as the factory. I don't think it's a good idea to name it after them."

"What about the Workers' Union?"

"There are still more than a hundred people who don't plan to unite with us."

"Let's just call it a strike meeting!"

Everyone talked about it.

"I think... maybe it can be called a relief association." Momola suddenly said, "Our plan is to strike, but striking is not all we can do. Because our ultimate goal is to help those employees who have been treated unfairly, using the word relief may help everyone better understand the original intention of its establishment. In the past, it was the nobles and wealthy businessmen who helped those at the bottom. This time we will help ourselves!"

"Relief association? It sounds good."

"I agree with Miss Momola."

"Let's choose this one!"

Everyone present echoed.

"Then from today on, we are a member of the Relief Society." Horn said calmly.

...

One day later in the evening, in the upper city of Azure Castle.

"Welcome to Saint Blaney Palace, Baron."

The moment the carriage stopped at the gate of the manor, several servants came up to greet him. The butler in the lead nodded to Lathein, obviously quite familiar with him, "Long time no see. Let me think... It has been almost two months since you last came here?"

"Mr. Blore, your memory is still so good." Lathein's voice was a little embarrassed, far from the enthusiasm of "long-lost reunion".

"It seems that you are going to show your skills tonight." The other party raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Maybe," the defense officer coughed twice, "if there is something good at the meeting. But this is not the main purpose of my coming here. Today I am more here to accompany my friends."

At this time, Xia Fan and others also slowly walked down from the carriage behind.

"Oh? A friend from the East?" Blore recognized the other party's origin at a glance - although this person was not wearing traditional Far Eastern clothes, his facial features and skin color still revealed his identity without a doubt.

As the butler of the villa who hosted the most high-end auction in Azure Castle, he had received countless nobles, and it had become an instinct for him to treat people well. It was not that he deliberately embarrassed those small people, but there was no need to waste more time on them.

The Oriental man in front of him belonged to this category.

The dress on his body was not custom-made, and he did not even notice that the sleeves did not fit well; the leather boots were chosen casually, and they were made of inferior leather; his hair was not waxed, which meant that there were no special servants around him, and such a person would not be a big shot.

Blore moved his eyes to the woman behind him. She was undoubtedly a dragonborn, and the dragon scale marks on her wrists were quite obvious. But she did not wear any jewelry on her ears, neck, and fingers, which was incredible for a dragonborn who was born to like shiny things. Then the conclusion was simple. Although the woman was a noble, her status was probably lower than that of Baron Cleftfang.

This conclusion did not surprise the butler.

After all, she was a friend of Lathein.

It seems that we can just arrange a common rest room for them and reserve a seat in the back row of the venue.

When Blore was about to speak, his expression suddenly froze.

He saw the third person getting off the carriage.

God is above, the butler couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

What an outstanding woman! She was only in her early teens at most, and her facial features were still a little immature. But both her eyes and temperament were far superior to the other two. In comparison, she seemed to be the one with more experience. With a black and white pleated lace dress, she perfectly blended the two completely different senses of childishness and maturity.

He always believed that people are born different, and those in power are destined to be different from the beginning.

A girl like this must not be a mortal.

Blore took a breath imperceptibly, and when he spoke again, his tone became enthusiastic, "Everyone, please follow me, the auction will start soon."