Chapter 573 Not Worth Saving

The wizard threw the horn on the ground and opened the office door.

Morrill was standing outside the door.

Seeing the blood flowing from the horn, he covered his mouth in shock, "How could this happen..."

"You seem surprised?" Philip asked knowingly, "He is like this because of you."

"Didn't you say before... just talk to him... and promise not to hurt him?" Morrill's face turned pale and his voice trembled, "You said... you wouldn't hurt him..."

"Only if he is as obedient as you. We are always tolerant of those who are willing to surrender." Philip smiled, "It's a pity that until this time, he still intends to fight the factory to the end, and we have no choice."

Morrill knelt down and made a dry retching sound.

"By the way, didn't you think it would get to this point? If you say you are not mentally prepared at all, you are lying to yourself, right?"

The manager leaned back, raised one leg, and looked down at Morrill, who couldn't say a word of rebuttal for a long time.

The factory has never been a good guy, he certainly knows this!

It is precisely because of this that Morrill is full of fear of these people.

If there is no way out, how could he help the other party to come over.

"But don't worry, you will be rewarded by Mr. Azier, and it is not impossible to become a superior person in one step." Philip comforted.

"What else do you want me to do?" He replied with a dry voice.

At this point, everything is irreversible.

"The factory does have new goods to move, but it is not in the Blue Castle Port, but in another place. You just need to cooperate with us later." Philip waved his hand and signaled him to leave first.

After Morrill stumbled out of the office, the manager came to the cabinet next to the desk and opened the cabinet door.

"How is it? Have you seen the true face of the person you tried so hard to protect?"

"Woo————"

The person tied in the cabinet is Momola.

Not only were her hands and feet tied tightly with hemp ropes, but her mouth was blocked with cloth strips. Although I couldn't see what was going on in the house, I could tell what was going on in the room from the noises I heard.

She looked at Philip with angry eyes, as if there was a flame burning in her pupils.

"What a scary look. But you're just a half-beast, what can you do?" Philip took off the cloth from her mouth, "To be honest, I really feel sorry for you. You're so focused on helping others that you forget what people really look like."

"Cough cough cough..." Momola coughed violently, "If you do this... aren't you afraid that the employees of the Hundred Fruit Garden... will resolutely fight you to the end?"

"Afraid, of course I'm afraid." Philip smiled, "That's why we'll start with the leader. Do you think that without you stubborn people, how many people will really fight with the factory in the future? Fight to the end? In fact, people like Morrill are the norm. You are overestimating them by expecting them to be united forever. "

Momora's expression suddenly changed, "Where is Mrs. Karan? Don't you even plan to let her go! ? "

"A half-dead old thing, still participating in this kind of thing, isn't it too long for life?" Philip still looked polite, but his words were as deadly as a venomous snake, "Gore will deal with her, you don't have to worry about this."

Momora felt that all the blood in her body rushed to her head.

She gritted her teeth for a long time before staring at the steward and said, "... Kill me."

"Not yet." Philip shook his head, "The reason I let you witness this is to tell you that the hired workers are not worth saving at all, and everything you do is in vain."

"Don't even think about getting me to defect to the factory!"

"That's not necessary, as long as you're alive, you'll be of great help to us." Philip stuffed the strip of cloth back into her mouth, then looked at the wizard, "It's time to make the next plan."

...

"Mrs. Karan, have the packaging group's goods been counted?"

In the warehouse, Gore asked with a record book. This is also a routine check before the goods leave the warehouse. For jams of different qualities, the packaging specifications are also different. It's just that in the past, the packaging group basically reported it by themselves, and the supervisor reviewed it, and the manager rarely handled such trivial matters in person.

But the supervisor had not appeared in the factory area for the past two days, so when Gore came to check, Mrs. Karan did not have any doubts.

"Almost done, there's only one pile left. The total number of first-class goods should be more than the last two months."

"Really?" Gore calmly put down the notebook and took out the whip from his waist - he deliberately replaced the spiked part of the whip with a solid iron ball, which seemed to reduce the deterrent effect, but its lethal effect was even better when targeting the vital parts.

Mrs. Karan suddenly asked, "Mr. Gore, do you have children?"

Gore frowned slightly, "Of course, why are you asking this?"

The other party counted the goods and said, "The child should be living well, right? But have you ever thought about what kind of life he will live if your family suffers a change and the child falls to the bottom?"

"Are you cursing me?" Gore sneered.

"You can interpret it however you want, but what I want to say is that what we do is not bad for you." Mrs. Karan said calmly, "You are just working for Azier, and the probability of becoming a big businessman is very small. For Azier, you can be replaced at any time. If you get a little bit back from the upper class, you can make a big improvement for the lower class. Isn't this a very ideal thing?"

"..." Gore was silent for a while.

"It seems that you have also realized it." Karan smiled, "In a sense, there is no essential difference between you and the hired workers. Once the employer abandons you, your family will experience a drastic change. I know this kind of thing very well..."

"Do you think Lord Azier will sit back and watch this happen?"

"Of course he won't, but he can't change it."

Gol couldn't help but sarcastically said, "I don't think you still have such ability."

"As long as he can't produce jam by himself, the final victory will not belong to him." Mrs. Karan didn't care about his sarcasm at all, "Momora is right, everyone will see what we do, and then more and more people will choose to fight. It is impossible for Azier to stop this storm alone."

"Maybe." Gore slowly walked behind her, "But what you said is only possible."

If he fails to complete Philip's order, the accident will definitely happen.

It is precisely because he will be replaced that he has to hold on to this rope tightly.

Gao Er raised the stick in his hand, and just as she turned around, he smashed it hard on her head!

I'm sorry, I thought I could continue to update twice a day today, but the fever has not subsided and I feel very dizzy. I tested my blood oxygen myself, and it doesn't seem like COVID-19. I will update alone for another day, and I hope I can hold on. I really don't want to go to the hospital at this time.