On the third day, Turat's nephew, who was looking at the tape he had seen countless times, was alerted by the quarrel. He poked his head out of the only high-rise building in the camp and asked the people downstairs what happened. . Later it turned out that the amount of feces today was not enough, one bucket was missing. According to the agreement, they only had to pay nine yuan, but the employee responsible for daily settlement did not agree to the other party's request.
If this part of the loss is finally calculated on your own account, wouldn't it be a big loss
After hearing this, Turat's nephew came out of the tower. He walked to the undersized barrel and took a look. He immediately moved away from it and showed disgust. There was less than one-fifth of the excrement inside, and he didn't want to look at those vomiting things again. Although he is not a real businessman, he has the characteristics that most rich children have, that is, he does not care much about small money. If his reputation spread across the West over a bucket of manure, he might as well kill him.
"Nine dollars, just nine dollars. There is no need to argue about such trivial matters in the future, just do it the way you did today!" After saying that, he walked back to the tower and continued to look at the tapes that he would never get bored of after looking at them many times.
Behind his back, the young man took out nine dollars and handed it to the camp staff, and asked someone to remove the bucket of excrement from the carriage. "I won't take this bucket back..."
The bucket of excrement was soon sent to the mine. There was already a lot of excrement in it, and after a day of sedimentation and fermentation, it already had a very special smell. Finally, the bucket of excrement was asked to be delivered to the mine. When the people on the mine protection team watched the slaves place the bucket in the place where excrement was collected, they immediately left this ghost place. The stench of excrement plus the rotten smell that is difficult to dissipate in the mine, mixed with the strong body odor, is simply like a hell of smell!
It’s just that the people on the mine protection team didn’t know that right after they left, a slave walked to the collection area, pushed away the wooden board placed on the barrel, and jumped in without any hesitation in front of the small half bucket of feces. . The splashing feces and the stench did not make him show any discomfort. Instead, he saw surprise and... hope on his face.
"Found it!" He couldn't help shouting in a lowered voice, inserting his hands into the feces and taking out a canvas package from inside. The people next to him immediately fetched water for him and rinsed his hands, feet and the canvas package. A group of people watched silently as he used a piece of gravel to cut a hole in the canvas, revealing the contents inside. Everyone's face showed a kind of ecstasy.
The mining area in Brewer's Bay has been in operation for eleven years, and it can be said to be very stable compared to other mining areas. After dozens of bloody suppressions, the slaves here have accepted the goddess of fate's arrangements for their future. Fortunately, Turat's thoughts are all on physical operations. Unlike Andorra or Luke, who have the habit of killing slaves, the private property mine protection teams of these mine owners do not dare to kill them at will, allowing the slaves here to live happily. The environment is much better than other places.
But no matter how much better they are, they have all become slaves from free people. Their blood still retains the factors that yearn for freedom, and now, these factors are activated again.
There wasn't much in the canvas bag, just ten pistols and some bullets, but this was just the first batch. According to the information on the young man's note, he would send a total of no less than a hundred pistols and bullets, which would give the slaves in the camp a chance to regain their freedom.
At the same time, something is happening in the outside world.
Memnon's attitude towards the mining disaster caused some problems. He advocated finding out the cause of the mining disaster first, and then making relevant compensation based on the results of the investigation. But some things are not as simple as he imagined. He was able to gain a foothold in the west because the people here are very simple. As long as it can bring benefits to these people, they do not mind supporting a new party that has no roots in the empire. But equally, if their interests were harmed by this new party, they would not mind showing a more "simple" "opinion" to tell Memnon what the West is.
Now Memnon's head hurts very much. Because he delayed the compensation, many people in the west now believe that he is unable to compensate and began to demand that he return the "three guarantees" insurance money he originally paid. He had already spent this money on party construction and other places. Those people even asked the factory to return their workers' funds!
The ordinary working class are making trouble, and the capitalists are also sending messages, hoping that he can calm down the matter as soon as possible. Those capitalists naturally laughed when they were eating workers' money, and it was easy to talk about anything, but once they were asked to spit out the money they had eaten, it was not so easy to talk. They don't care what they said at the beginning, they just want to see the results - results that do not harm their own interests.
Memnon had already tried to contact Mr. Roel by phone in private. He told Mr. Roel that he was fully aware of everything Mr. Roel had done. He also warned the other party that if the other party did not stop immediately. If this is a boring method, he will consider getting the judicial department to intervene. At that time, as long as he finds a little bit of evidence, Mr. Roel will be hanged on the gallows.
But Memnon's threats were of no use to Mr. Roel. This man who was on the verge of bankruptcy in the scam had no way out. He could not find any chance to keep everything he had except this. If he was made bankrupt, he would be willing to die. Memnon could not threaten him, and he knew very well that as long as this matter was big enough and big enough to attract many people's eyes to this land, he would be safe. of.
The investigation team made no progress in investigating the mine disaster. When they were digging and cleaning up the bodies, they found the crusher that caused the mine disaster. The crusher almost completely exploded. The manufacturer of the crusher also sent a special person to conduct an appraisal, and finally concluded that The result was that the stone powder mixed with the lubricating oil of the linkage rod, creating great resistance to the movement, causing the pressure in the reaction chamber to be too high, eventually leading to an explosion. As for whether the explosion can cause the mine to collapse, that is someone else's problem.
There was no reasonable way to avoid this astronomical amount of compensation. Memnon had few options. He considered paying out the money to quell the storm as soon as possible, but doing so would be tantamount to giving money to those who were already in the same position due to similar poor management. Mine owners on the verge of bankruptcy are reminded that there is still a huge cash machine waiting for them in the west.
What's even more troublesome is that on the surface, this money is not for Roel at all, but for the families of the 301 victims of the mining accident. Memnon has no power since he can't find any evidence. Continue to withhold this part of the compensation. But he just won't give in. You know that the other party is cheating you of your money, but you have no other choice but to bear all the losses. It feels very bad.
This bad feeling reached its peak on Wednesday morning. Roel actually brought together the families of the victims and organized them to start a march without declaring it. He also invited reporters from many newspapers and magazines. Take photos and interviews on site.
"Let Roel disperse the people and let him come and talk to me. We may be able to find a way to end this farce that is satisfactory to both parties!" Memnon, standing by the window, stared out the window and stood at the front of the crowd. Roel, who was holding the banner, said this through gritted teeth. He planned to end this farce with a price of two million, which was 400,000 less than the actual compensation. He believed that Roel had definitely tampered with this disaster, otherwise there would not have been nearly 300 local miners in the mine. Yes, this goes against common sense.
Soon a city hall staff member came to Roel and said something to him. Roel immediately looked at the first window on the left side of the third floor of the city hall. He could see a silhouette standing behind the window. , he knew it was Memnon. He nodded, handed the banner in his hand to the people around him, and said something. Those who shouted slogans gradually became quiet, and Roel also began to walk towards the city hall.
Just after Roel left the crowd, suddenly there was a roar from the street, four trucks drove quickly, and there was a brief commotion among the marching crowd. Roel looked angrily at the city hall staff member in front of him. Before he could say anything, the staff member took out his pistol and pulled the trigger on Roel's chest.
Standing on the third floor, Memnon's eyes widened. He turned around and ran towards the door. His running speed was already very fast, but it was still not as fast as the speed of bullets.
A large group of people jumped out of the truck, holding automatic weapons in their hands, and pulled the triggers directly on the marching crowd. The whole city hall was like hell, with bullets flying everywhere and ordinary people screaming and lying in a pool of blood.
The killing lasted less than three minutes. Four trucks carried the group of masked gunmen and left the city center. When Memnon ran out of the door of the city hall, he felt that the world was spinning and his eyes went black. .
The streets were full of injured people. The blood gathered together and slowly flowed to low-lying areas, accumulating into small pools of blood. The smell of blood rose into the sky, and screams were endless.
He swore that this was definitely not arranged by him, and he had never even imagined that such a situation would happen.
The flashlights on the roadside kept lighting up. The distorted and ferocious smiles of the reporters whose faces were splattered with blood made Memnon react quickly. He pointed at the reporters and shouted loudly, "Quick, control them." Stop and destroy all their films!”
(End of chapter)