Chapter 558: Things Struggled For

"Take a good look at what's in the barrel!" He raised the wooden spoon. "There is food and drink here. As long as you leave the shack, you will all get a free lunch! Not only that, I can guarantee that You will have the opportunity to continue working in Baiguoyuan, and at the same time... the first 100 people who come out will be given a reward of 50% of their salary!"

All the hired workers in the shantytown heard Gower's cry.

To say that there is no intention is absolutely false.

Especially the more than 200 employees who did not want to fall out with Baiguoyuan. They found themselves blocked by a group of workers at the door of their home from the morning, and were gradually sent to the center of the northern shantytown to gather. Although there was no fighting during the whole process, the atmosphere was quite solemn.

"We can't stay here anymore!" Some people couldn't bear it anymore and stood up suddenly and said, "Guys, there is no future in resisting! No matter how hard life is now, it is still a way to survive and things will get out of hand. , Where will we go to get food from now on? 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 and go out together. Now that you can fill your stomach at the end and get an extra harvest, why do you have to fight to the end?"

"Mrs. Callan, please let us go!"

"We don't want to conflict with you, but we can't sit here and wait for death! We don't have much savings in our hands. We can survive one day, but what will happen in two or three days?"

"That's right, just accept it when you're ready."

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

There was a huge crowd of people for a while, and it was obvious that everyone's emotions were aroused.

——Things have changed.

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

It's so stupid that these people are not detained separately, but are gathered together for surveillance. 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 ​​​​escape, it will undoubtedly be much more difficult to suppress them.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that there are only so many employees at Momola's disposal. If there is no centralized control, it will not be taken care of at all. Thinking of this, Gower once again used the mage's voice transmission technique and loudly said, "Yes, I am talking about you - the innocent people who were coerced by a small group of people, leave that shack now, I guarantee that the reward will be cashed 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 he will fulfill his promise? You have forgotten how the manager declared the factory regulations when he entered the Pagoda Garden to work? Maybe you I forgot, but I remember it very clearly - no matter when I leave the factory, I can get paid for the days worked. The result! "

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

"This is not striving for profit...it's obviously a way of self-destruction!" Someone argued, "Mrs. Karan, you have obviously been in the factory for so long, you should know how to manage things, right?"

"Then let me ask you -" Mrs. Karan raised her crutches and pointed at the middle-aged man, "How did he get the rewards he verbally gave and the wheat porridge he brought to the gate? It can't be possible. Is it because Gore had a sudden act of kindness and decided to improve the wages of his employees? "

"This..." The other party couldn't help but be speechless.

"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 here, why should Gore give you benefits?" She took a long breath and said, "Chong. The one in 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 a small profit? better?"

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

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. 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 entire audience, even suppressing Gower's shouting.

"It's noon, let's have dinner——"

Anyone can tell that it’s Momola’s voice!

"Let's have dinner?" the crowd said in a commotion.

Mrs. Callan gently stroked the crutch, "I said, all you have to do is wait."

…

meal? What meal? Gore couldn't help but be stunned. What kind of tricks are these low-level employees doing?

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

Such a loud voice cannot be shouted from the throat!

Are there also demon possessors in the slum area?

"Your Excellency Mitlin...what do you think is going on?" He subconsciously looked at the mage below the carriage.

The latter also showed a little surprise, but soon returned to his original indifferent expression, "Mr. Gore, this is the matter of your factory employees, you should ask yourself. I was entrusted by the manager to only provide you with voice transmission support, and other matters have nothing to do with me."

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

Gore looked in the direction of the voice, and saw several people carrying baskets through the crowd, distributing food to each employee. The baskets were not filled with porridge or bread, but golden baked bread!

This discovery made his eyes burst out.

These meals made of refined wheat flour are often served on white porcelain plates, and in some wealthy families, they are also paired with jam and cheese... Now they are held in pairs of dusty hands, and almost everyone can get two. Such an incongruous scene made Gore feel an indescribable absurdity.

Yes, he could easily afford the sweet bread, and he could eat three or four of them at a meal, but apart from him and the mage, no one else on the scene could enjoy it as a daily food.

Even the supervisors couldn't help but show envy!

Some of those who were close to him even swallowed their saliva.

Gore felt as if his cheeks were slapped by someone, especially the few barrels of oatmeal that no one cared about beside the carriage - against the backdrop of the sweet bread, his persuasion was like a clown's performance.

He had never felt so embarrassed as he was now.

"Momora--" Gore gritted his teeth.

There was no doubt that someone was helping these scum!