Heavenly Dao Formula

The strike everyone imagined was that all the workers hugged together sincerely to fight against the unfair treatment of the management of Baiguoyuan. However, Mrs. Karan said this, and the matter became a little strange again.

No matter what rhetoric is put on, coercion and voluntary are two different things.

"What do you think?" Horn asked Momola.

Immediately, everyone in the open space looked at Catwoman in unison.

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

"Can you tell me why?"

"Ambassador Xia said that we are the weak side, so we should try our best to unite all forces that can be united. From another perspective, this sentence can also be interpreted as preventing the neutral faction from falling to the enemy's side." Momola While thinking, he said, "If we do nothing, we will allow the neutrals to become enemies. This is not a good thing. Besides, this kind of coercion cannot be compared with the coercion of factories - we will not hurt them, and at the same time They can enjoy every benefit they get back from the factory. For this group of people, at most, there is a little panic at the beginning."

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

"Thinking about it this way, what Sister Cat said seems to make sense..."

"Yeah, it's only once anyway. If the benefits are taken and then passed on to the factory, they can't be counted as 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 more approval, "Since this is the case, we can no longer plan actions in such a loose way. If we want more than 400 people to perform their duties and execute instructions uniformly, we Leaders, organizers and rules and regulations are needed."

"Isn't that like a factory?" Someone whispered.

"The system is not something unique to the factory!" The horns swept across the crowd, and the voice became a little louder, "Kingdoms, armies, lords... all rely on the system to strengthen themselves, because any time there is a unified organization. Scattered soldiers must be strong. If we really want to resist the factory, this is what we must do!"

"Then who will be the leader?"

"I choose Momola." The horn seemed to have thought of the answer to this question long ago.

"Eh... Me?" Catwoman subconsciously wagged her tail twice, "But I have neither experience nor seniority..."

"I also agree." Mrs. Karan nodded and said, "To be honest, if you rejected my proposal just now, I would directly choose to quit. Courage is the prerequisite for resistance, but enthusiasm alone will not accomplish anything."

"Miss Momola, please promise to come down, everyone in our production team is willing to stand by your side." Morlier shouted.

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

"Momora! Momola!"

There were orderly and muffled shouts from the shed.

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

Warm applause immediately resounded through the open space.

"Don't be in a hurry to celebrate," the horn said again, "Now that a leader has been elected, then our organization should also have a name."

"The organization of merchants is called the chamber of commerce, but the organization of hired workers is called the trade union?"

"The trade union... always sounds cold."

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

"What about the Workers' Union?"

"There are more than a hundred people who do not intend to join us."

"Just call it a strike meeting!"

Everyone talked in a hurry.

"I think... maybe it can be called the Relief Society." Momola suddenly said, "Our plan is to strike, but strikes are not all we can do. Because our ultimate goal is to help those employees who have been treated unfairly, So using the word relief may allow everyone to better understand the original intention of its establishment. In the past, it was nobles and wealthy businessmen who rescued those low-level people, but this time we will help ourselves!"

"The Relief Society? Sounds good."

"I agree with Miss Momola."

"Just choose this one!"

Everyone present echoed.

"Then starting today, we are members of the Relief Society." Horn said calmly.

...

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

"Welcome to St Blaney's Palace, Your Honor."

The moment the carriage stopped at the gate of the manor, several attendants greeted him immediately. The head butler nodded to Latherin, obviously familiar with him, "Long time no see. Let me think... since your last visit It's been almost two months here?"

"Mr. Blore, your memory is still so good." Latherin's voice was slightly awkward, far from the enthusiasm of "reunion after a long absence".

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

"Maybe," the defense officer coughed twice, "if there is anything 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 moment, Xia Fan and the others also slowly got down from the carriage behind.

"Oh? A friend from the East?" Blore recognized the origin of the other party at a glance - although this person did not wear the traditional costumes of the Far East, his facial features and skin color still revealed his identity.

As the butler of the villa who hosted the most high-end auction in Azure Fort, he has received countless nobles and nobles, and it has become an instinct to watch people order food - not to say that those little people are intentionally embarrassing, but there is no need to waste more on them Just thoughts.

The Orientals in front of me belong to this category.

The dress on his body was not custom-made, and he didn't even notice that the sleeves didn't fit well; the leather boots were chosen randomly, using low-grade leather; The people in this place will not be some great big shots.

Blore shifted his gaze to the woman behind him again. It was undoubtedly a dragonborn, and the traces of dragon scales on the wrists were quite obvious. But she didn't wear any jewelry on her ears, neck, or fingers, which was an incredible thing for a dragonborn who naturally likes shiny things. Then the conclusion is very simple. Although the woman is a nobleman, her status is probably lower than Baron Cracked Tooth.

This conclusion did not surprise the housekeeper.

After all, he is a friend of Ratherin.

From this point of view, it is enough to arrange an ordinary 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 a third person get off the carriage.

By the gods, the butler couldn't help sighing in his heart.

What an outstanding woman that is! She is only in her early ten years old at most, and her facial features are still immature. But whether it's eyes or temperament, they are far above the other two. In comparison, she seems to be the one with more experience. Paired with a black and white multi-pleated lace dress, it is a perfect fusion of two completely different senses of childishness and maturity.

He has always believed that people are born different, and those who are superior are destined to be different from the very 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 come with me, the auction will start soon."