Heaven's Formula

Momola blinked, and found that she couldn't understand the meaning of the other party's words at all.

Kanshu?

Cannibalism?

The convoy stopped by the side of the road and watched the gang members kill each other?

So the blood on the wheel was accidentally splattered?

It is difficult for her to connect these several fragments into a complete scene.

Fortunately, Li didn't look like he was injured at all.

"I was negligent." Momoola apologized, "I set the time at night, but I forgot that I might be attacked by black streets when I go out during this time, especially in the lower city."

In other words, she didn't expect that the ambassador didn't send anyone to protect the convoy, and let Li run out alone.

Oh, no... Momola noticed that there was a little girl sitting in the driver's seat.

Isn't it worse to have a half-beast woman and a girl in her teens!

What was the eastern ambassador thinking?

"As long as the other party is not angry, it's not a big problem." Li waved his hand, led her to the carriage, and lifted the sackcloth on the rear trailer.

A strong aroma of wheat came to the nostrils.

"Open it and have a look." Li smiled.

Momoola took down one of the paper boxes, held it in her hands and opened the lid, only to see rows of baked golden bread neatly lying in the box.

The crowd was commotion once again.

Anyone can see that it is a sweet bread baked with refined wheat flour and sugar crystals!

Most people have only seen this kind of bread, but never eaten it.

Because the price of sweet bread is more than ten times that of ordinary coarse bread and brown bread, as a food to fill the stomach, it seems that it is difficult for hired workers with poor wages.

Momola was also in shock.

The ambassador did promise to provide food aid, but she didn't say what kind of food it was—according to her expectation, the most likely would be oat porridge with a little bread crumbs, which can fill the stomach and not cost too much.

As for the sweet buns?

She never thought about it at all!

"Is this really... Mr. Xia Fan gave it to us?"

Momola murmured.

"Of course, in order to buy so much bread, he specifically contacted seven or eight bakeries and contracted their production capacity for the next few days." Li replied, "The portion is calculated according to the total number of workers employed in Baiguoyuan Forget it, that is to say, even if all the workers participate in the strike, there is no need to worry about not having enough food.”

How many days of production capacity?Momola was even more surprised, "Is this just the first batch of aid?"

"Yes, based on three meals a day, one box of bread is almost enough for three to four people in a single day, and you can't patronize workers or family members, right?" Li Yang raised his mouth, "Xia Fan said, Starting today, new food will arrive every day until you win the fight."

Chapter 553

The crowd suddenly exploded.

"We get sweet buns every day!?"

"Did you hear that, you can still give it to your family members!"

"Great, so everyone will be able to stick to it!"

Instead of cheering with everyone, Momora pulled Li to the side of the hut, and asked a little uneasy, "I'm afraid this cost a lot of money, Mr. Ambassador? Considering everyone's income level, this money we It is estimated that it will be difficult to pay back..."

"Repay?" Li interrupted somewhat unexpectedly, "I remember that Xia Fan didn't mention the cost, right? Did you plan to pay back the food from the very beginning?"

"Only the black street will receive benefits for no reason. I am grateful for your willingness to help us, and the ambassador should not suffer losses in other areas." Momora's voice was low, but her tone was very firm.

This statement made Li raise his lips, "Interesting, what did you plan to do? Just based on the wages of hired workers, even white water porridge may not be able to make up for it, right?"

"This time I'm negotiating with the factory, I want them to increase the wages of their employees." Momola expressed her thoughts, "The apology is just an attitude, and the other party must make actual changes to make everyone in the shantytowns understand that the Relief Society will do this It is the right choice. If the salary can be increased by [-]%, and everyone contributes a little more, I think it should be able to cover the cost of food."

"Relief society?" Li Ze noticed the key.

"That's right, we have established an organization." Catwoman told Li the process and goals of the establishment of the Relief Society without reservation, "I thought about it, a protest may succeed or it may fail. But if there is an organization , Even if it fails, it does not mean that it is over. We can pass on the experience to the latecomers and let them continue to fight against the factory. Mr. Xia Fan once said that the group is always more powerful than the individual. We have always been scattered in the past. Factories are protesting, so failure is the norm, and maybe relief will change that.”

This is really surprising...

Li thought to himself, Momola actually has a talent for fighting.Ordinary people often can only see the things in front of them, and they can't think so far away.

But now that I think about it, someone who can stand up for the workers is not very ordinary in itself.

"I see." The fox demon showed a sly smile, "Why don't you work harder."

The other party didn't react for a while, "Uh... you mean hard work?"

"Raise the wages to the point where you can afford sweet bread every day, so the problem will be solved?" Li winked at her, "It's not [-]% or [-]%, but it can guarantee that I can eat it every day. Food on strike. When the time comes, let's just call it sugar bread pay."

"Sweet bread salary..." Momola repeated subconsciously, "Will that be too much?"

"Is it really that much to eat three breads a day?" Li put his hands on her shoulders, "Compared to the income from jams in Baiguoyuan, this expense is only a drop in the bucket to a level visible to the naked eye."

The money Xia Fan spent to buy the bread was also the expenditure for the last quotation at the Holy Palace auction.And the owner of Baiguoyuan, Azie Lumen, dared to throw [-] gold coins at a time for the sake of face. It is conceivable how much profit these factories and shops have made for him.

"Don't worry, they'll agree to your terms—before the jams rot and production grinds to a halt."

Momola hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded, "I will try my best."

After all, as the other party said, raising the salary to the sweet bread standard is the best way to solve all problems.

"Just try your best." Li said with a smile, "By the way, I also brought some suggestions from Xia Fan."

"Really? That's great!" Compared with the sweetbread, this news made Momola more happy, "I'm worried that I don't have experience—"

"No hurry," Li Que shook his head and said, "Before that, you should go and have fun with everyone, they are all watching you."

It was only then that Momola noticed that because she dragged Miss Fox away alone, everyone stopped talking and looked at this side anxiously, as if they were afraid of any bad news.

"You're right..." She touched her head shyly, "I'm too impatient."

"Suggestions are useful, but they are not the key to success. In fact, your confidence is the most important thing."

Li took her hand and walked towards the crowd.

……

Early the next morning, Gore came to the Pagoda factory as usual, preparing to inspect the factory as usual.

Today is the day when a new batch of drunken fruit arrives at the port, and it is also the busiest time for the factory.In order to produce high-quality jams, work must start immediately after the goods are transported to the factory. The first to enter the mixing room is always the most plump and juicy drunken fruit. The price of the first batch of jams produced by them is often the price of subsequent products. several times.And this process can only be hand-picked by skilled workers, which usually lasts about two to three days.

During this period of time, Gore will also pay special attention. One is that the income of top-grade jam is higher, and the other is to prevent employees from being lazy at this time.Punishment can only make them remember the consequences of laziness, but the loss of the boss is irreparable.

However, when he approached the factory building, Gore felt something strange.

Normally at this time, there should be people coming and going in the loading and unloading yard, but he didn't even see a carriage.

and the sound...

The factory area was a bit too quiet.The start-up process of the hammer press is quite cumbersome, and it often needs to be warmed up one hour before the start of work, which is also the biggest source of noise in the workshop.

But he was almost at the door, and the roar of the steam piston was still silent.

No, something went wrong!

Gore subconsciously quickened his pace.

At this moment, two supervisors noticed his figure and immediately ran towards him shouting.

"Boss, it's bad! The workers are all gone!"

"What does it mean that the workers are missing?" Goyle asked in amazement, "Isn't today a pay day?"

In order to improve the production efficiency in the first few days, he deliberately increased the daily wages of the hired workers, and called it a salary day, but in fact he also cut the wages in the second half of the month, and the overall basically remained the same.

And that group of idiots who can't even read a few words can't see through his tricks. They are far more active than usual when they go to work on the days when the drunk fruit arrives in Hong Kong. In order to move more boxes of goods, they usually arrive before dawn. Waiting in the factory area, how can there be no one at the time like today?

"But there are really not many people in the factory," the supervisor said with a bitter face. "We counted them, and there are less than thirty people in total."

"Mr. Gore, what do you mean?" Suddenly, Gore heard a question from behind, and he turned around, only to see a tall man running into the factory area on a black horse.Judging from his clothes, the other party looked like someone who had been running on the sea all year round.

"Mate Paula..." He quickly recognized the identity of the visitor, "Shouldn't you be busy unloading the cargo?"

"I still want to ask you!" The man jumped off the horse and approached Gore in two steps in three steps, "It has been half an hour since the ship docked at the port. Where are you who are responsible for loading the cargo?" !"

Chapter 554 The Great Strike

Gore was struck by lightning.

How could this be?

Among the hired workers arranged by the port, several of them are his subordinates, so there shouldn't be any troubles.Now that the chief mate came to the door, didn't he say that the goods hadn't left the port at all! ?

"Now...the cargo is still on board?"

"Where else can it be?" The other party said in a grumpy tone, "When can you call people over? It costs money to occupy a berth for a ship, and there are other ships waiting to enter the port behind, so I can't wait forever go down!"

It's not just the handling team... people from the production team and the packaging team all disappeared without a trace, which can no longer be explained by coincidence.

Gore gritted his teeth, "You go to the factory office to sit for a while, and I'll go and find out what's going on right now... We will pay for the extra cost of the ship's berthing!"

The last sentence was like gouging flesh for him, but it was also the only way to keep the ship.The shipping fleet and the jam factory are two departments, and the other party has no obligation to bear the loss for Pagoda.

"You'd better hurry." First Mate Paula shook her head and walked towards the factory.

"Come here, all of you!" Gore immediately yelled at the overseer, "Take this guy, let's go to the shanty town and see if those bastards are still alive!"

It is impossible for more than 600 people to disappear for no reason.

Someone must be playing tricks here!

Moreover, it was definitely premeditated to choose the day when a new batch of drunken fruit arrived in Hong Kong.

He thought very clearly that facing the troublemaker this time, he must not be whipped to get rid of the trouble again.He had to let everyone see what a sad end the guy who dared to make the boss suffer!

When the group arrived at the shanty town, the sight in front of them shocked Gore.

He never expected that the hireling did not avoid him like a cat and a mouse, but stood outside the shed, as if deliberately waiting for him to show up.

Not one or two people did this, but hundreds of them!

Facing the dark crowd, the overseers couldn't help slowing down, and quietly received the sticks in their hands.

Gore was furious. When did these scumbags dare to openly confront the factory?

"What do you guys mean?" He stepped forward and yelled, "Standing here one by one, is it because they want to rebel! Get the hell out of here and go to work right away, or you won't even want a penny of this month's salary!"

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Apparently this threat is still valid against hired workers.

It's a pity that the people in the front row are undoubtedly the backbone of the resistance. They stand side by side like a city wall, suppressing the commotion behind.

"For that little living money, everyone is exhausted, but you still have to be deducted and beaten by you all the time. Why should we continue to work hard?"

"If it wasn't for the factory's unreasonable arrears of wages, Lars and the others would never have lived on the drunken fruit. This is your fault!"

"Well said, if the factory does not admit its mistakes, we will not resume work!"

"Don't admit your mistake, don't resume work!"

"Don't admit your mistake, don't resume work!"

At first, only one or two people spoke, but soon the sentence became a unified slogan.The voices of hundreds of people were almost like a tide, instantly covering up Gore's scolding.

This is simply the worst-case scenario.

Damn it, why do these people seem to have changed their temper overnight?

Gore couldn't help taking a step back.

In the past, let alone facing themselves, even in front of the supervisor, they were like mice after seeing a cat, and they could only tremble.

But now...they dare to yell at themselves!

Look at the appearance of these idiots, few of them even have good clothes, all of them are unkempt, dark and thin, and he wouldn't even look straight at them on the side of the street.

Who gave them such courage!

"Boss...the situation is not good..." a supervisor said in a low voice, "There are too many of them. We only have a dozen of them. I'm afraid we won't be able to suppress these guys."

"What are you afraid of? It's just a bunch of mobs!" Gore scolded—even if he was stabilizing the morale of the army, he was emboldening himself, "Listen to my slogan, and rush over to break them up together. Dehuan, arrest them, and the rest will naturally change their minds."

There is no doubt that this is a rebellion caused by his negligence in management, and he must solve it himself. Once it is passed on to the elder brother and the boss, the nature becomes completely different.