Chapter 42

Several years of life as a purchaser has made Master Bel Singh develop the ability to hide his emotions. When he saw this Sikh coming up, he gave him a warning. If it were another noble lord, he would definitely be furious, and might even let his lackeys beat him up so that he couldn't take care of himself.

These people have seen the world, and Sikhism is really not interested in the high-caste Kshatriyas of Hinduism. If he wants to deal with this thorn, let this bearded man and his men work for him. He must use kindness and force to make the other party convinced, so Master Bel Singh smiled and put down the other party's hand and said.

"Hello Brun, I am your employer Belsinger, welcome to Sinjar Town and Singer Cement Company to work. You have come a long way and it is very hard, don't worry, I know how dangerous your work is, and the salary I give you will definitely not be much less than that of the state-owned mines."

"I will provide you with the best food, clothing, housing and transportation. The only thing you have to pay is loyalty to me. Loyalty to Singer Cement Company,"

Oh, it's not simple, this little guy is not shallow. I am so provocative, but he can still talk to me with a smile, and the meaning of his words is very obvious. That is, I am your boss now, and you have to listen to me.

And Sinjar Town is my territory. Come to this remote town with a backward economy, I can even provide you with the best food, clothing, housing and transportation. What I want is your loyalty. This is to explain to myself what the cooperative relationship between the two parties is? Explain to myself that Sinjar Town is the territory of this little guy.

The most important thing is to let yourself know how powerful this Master Singh is. In this economically backward and remote town, you can live a life of superiority. Can this be done with money? Obviously not. You have to have a certain status to enjoy the luxurious life that others dare not even think about.

As soon as the two sides met, they started a fierce confrontation, and it was obvious that this Master Bel Singh had the upper hand. This little guy is really not simple. To be honest, Bruen just let his employer Master Singh show his toughness because he was afraid that he would be bullied by this young employer.

I didn't expect it to turn out like this, my employer and my parents who feed and clothe me. Seeing that the other party actually warned me in a few words without leaving a trace, he didn't look like a 16-year-old boy at all. It seems that you can't judge a person by his appearance, and you can't measure the sea. His young age doesn't prove that his ability is small.

Bruen, who was warned, just laughed and didn't respond. Instead, he smiled and knocked on the air-conditioned bus a few times and shouted angrily. "You untouchables have arrived, hurry up and pack your things and get off the bus. If you are slower, I will kick your thigh bones to death. The boss is here, you lazy guys are still looking for death, get off the bus quickly."

At this time, the air conditioner was heard, and the bus was filled with noises, scolding, and jokes. After a while, people came down from the bus one after another, carrying special backpacks and wearing uniforms similar to Brune's, with wandering eyes and yawning.

These people were well dressed and well-nourished. Seeing their empty wrists and dark skin, they knew without thinking that they were either from the capital or Dalits. This is also true that those high castes with noble status would not do these dangerous jobs where they could lose their lives at any time. Only those untouchables who could not eat and those who were untouchables who had not received education would risk their lives to make money to support their families.

There were 25 people carrying special backpacks coming down one after another. All of them were men, although they were of different heights and statures. But everyone's eyes revealed something called madness. It seems that this high-risk job that could kill them at any time brought them mental pressure that ordinary people could not imagine.

These people are like the jobs they do, they are all powder kegs. A little spark will hurt themselves or others. It seems that these troublemakers must be restrained in the future, otherwise it is hard to say what kind of trouble they will bring to themselves. Fortunately, there is no trouble that they cannot solve in Sinjar Town.

After the queue was neatly arranged, Brunn, as the captain, stood in front and shouted loudly to these desperate people. "Everyone, listen carefully. Now we have come to the work place, Sinjar Town. The person next to me is our employer. Master Belsinger, we will make a living under Master Singh from now on. Work hard and don't embarrass me. If anyone fails me, I will show you how I will deal with you. Now, Master Belsinger will give a lecture. Everyone is welcome. Clap, clap, clap."

The first to applaud, but none of the crazy people who stood crookedly and didn't look at Master Belsinger straight in the eye responded. This stirred up a hornet's nest. The servants who followed Master Belsinger saw these damned untouchables dared to ignore their own master. This is rare in the whole Sinjar Town and even in the whole of India. Are these people crazy and dare to despise a Kshatriya?

So Brook, the mule who had been the mount of Grandpa Belsinger since he was a child, broke out first. He roared and rushed into the group of people like an angry black bear and raised his fists to fight. The servants of the Singer family behind him saw their master's direct descendants. The human mule Brook took the lead in attacking and rushed forward with a howl as if he had received a signal. He fought with these people in a melee, which was a earth-shaking scene.

To be honest, when it comes to facing death calmly, this group of people is the first, and no one dares to claim to be second. These people are facing the danger of death at any time, so they earn the most money, which is also the greatest pressure. You can't say when you will be crushed to pieces. Of course, you have to enjoy the money you earn. In addition to the necessary living expenses left for your family, this group of people eat, drink, play, gamble, and do everything.

But on the other hand, this group of people's decadent life has already hollowed out their bodies. They look very well-nourished and very strong. In fact, they are all just for show. How can they be the opponents of the servants of the Belsinger family who are walking fast in the mountains? They are so-called mountain wolves and water pirates. In other words, the personalities of people living in the mountains are as fierce as wolves. If they don't fight, it's fine. Once they fight, it's a ruthless move.

The fighting power of both sides is not at the same level at all. In addition, there is a difference in closeness. Even if I count on you people who don't care about your lives to open mines and make money. But compared with you guys and my servants, Belsinger can still tell who is closer and who is farther. Seeing his servants fighting each other for him, Belsinger didn't even look at them.

Turning around, he found the bamboo sedan chair on the side with a smile, sat on it, opened the sun umbrella, and took the thermos bottle stored in the storage box behind the sedan chair. While drinking tea, he smiled and watched 17 or 18 servants fighting 25 members of the demolition team. The opponent was howling like ghosts and wolves, and there was no intention to stop.

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