The strike that everyone imagined was a sincere effort by all the workers to form a group to fight against the unfair treatment by the management of Baiguoyuan. However, when Mrs. Callan said this, the matter became a little strange.
No matter what rhetoric is used, compulsory and voluntary are two different things.
"What do you think?" Horns asked Momora.
Suddenly everyone in the clearing looked at Catwoman in unison.
After thinking hard for a while, Momola replied, "I think it's feasible."
"Can you tell me the reason?"
"Ambassador Xia said that we are a weak party, so we should unite all the forces that can be united as much as possible. From another perspective, this sentence can also be interpreted as preventing the neutral faction from turning to the hostile side." Momola While thinking about it, he said, "If we do nothing, it will be equivalent to allowing the neutrals to become enemies, which is not a good thing no matter how you think about it. Besides, this kind of coercion cannot be compared with the coercion of the factory. We will not hurt them. At the same time, from the factory They can enjoy every benefit they get back. For these people, the most they can do is panic at the beginning."
After listening to Momola's words, the atmosphere at the scene gradually changed.
"Thinking about it this way, Sister Cat's words seem to make sense."
"Yes, it's only once anyway. If the benefits are transferred to the factory, they can't be considered co-workers."
"That's right, we have more than 400 people after all. We can't be stumped by those dozens, right?"
Horn nodded and looked at her with a little more recognition in his eyes, "In this case, we can no longer plan operations in this loose way. If we want more than 400 people to perform their duties and execute the instructions in a unified manner, we It requires leaders, organizers and rules and regulations.”
"Isn't it just like a factory?" someone whispered.
"Systems are not unique to factories!" He swept the crowd with his horns, and his voice was a little louder. "Kingdoms, armies, and lords all rely on systems to strengthen themselves, because at any time, a unified and organized team is stronger than a scattered army. . If we really want to resist the factory, this is what we must do!"
"Then who will be the leader?"
"I choose Momola." Horns seemed to have already thought of the answer to this question.
"Me?" Catwoman shook her tail subconsciously, "But I have no experience and I'm not senior."
"I agree too." Mrs. Karan nodded and said, "Honestly, if you had rejected my proposal just now, I would have quit directly. Courage is the prerequisite for resistance, but enthusiasm alone cannot achieve anything."
"Miss Momola, please agree to come down. Everyone in our production team is willing to stand by your side." Mollier shouted.
"Yes, everyone is willing to obey your command!"
"Momora! Momora!"
A neat, low voice sounded from the shack.
Momola looked around at the looks from everyone and took a deep breath, "In that case, I am willing to take on this position for everyone."
Warm applause immediately echoed throughout the open space.
"Don't rush to celebrate yet," Horns added, "Now that a leader has been elected, our organization should also have a name."
"The organization of businessmen is called the Chamber of Commerce, and the organization of employees is called the trade union?"
"The union always sounds cold and cold."
"And the purpose of the Chamber of Commerce is to make as much money as possible, right? It feels like it's the same as the factory. I don't think it's good to name it after them."
"What about the Workers' Federation?"
"There are still more than a hundred people who do not plan to join forces with us."
"Let's just call it a strike!"
Everyone was talking about it.
"I think we might call it the Relief Society." Momola suddenly said, "Our plan is to go on strike, but strike is not all we can do. Because our ultimate goal is to help those employees who have been treated unfairly, so we use The word relief may help everyone better understand the original intention of its establishment. In the past, it was the nobles and wealthy businessmen who helped those at the bottom, but this time we help ourselves!"
"Relief Society? Sounds good."
"I agree with Miss Momora."
"Just choose this one!"
Everyone present agreed.
"Then from today on, we are members of the Relief Society." Horns said calmly.
One evening later, in the upper city of Azure Castle.
"Welcome to St. Blainey's Palace, Your Excellency the Baron."
The moment the carriage stopped at the gate of the manor, several attendants immediately came to greet him. The leading butler nodded to Rassein, obviously familiar with him, "Long time no see. I think it has been since you last came here. It’s been almost two months, right?”
"Mr. Blore, your memory is still so good." Lassein's voice was slightly embarrassed, far from the enthusiasm of "reunion after a long separation".
"It seems that you are going to show off your skills tonight." The other party raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"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 here more to accompany my friends."
At this time, Xia Fan and others also slowly walked down from the carriage behind.
"Oh? A friend from the East?" Blore could tell the origin of the other person at a glance. Although this person was not wearing traditional Far Eastern clothing, 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 Castle, he had received countless nobles of all sizes. It had become an instinct to watch people prepare food. It was not that he deliberately made trouble for those little people, but there was no need to waste too much thought on them. .
The Oriental in front of me falls into this category.
The dress he was wearing was not custom-made, and he didn't even notice that the sleeves didn't fit him well. The leather boots were randomly chosen and made of inferior leather. His hair was not waxed, which meant that he didn't have any dedicated waiters around him. The person will not be a great person.
Blore turned his attention to the woman behind him. It was undoubtedly a dragonborn, and the traces of dragon scales on his wrists were quite obvious. But she didn't wear any jewelry on her ears, neck, or fingers, which was simply incredible for a dragonborn who naturally likes shiny things. Then the conclusion is very simple. Although this woman is a noble, her status is probably lower than Baron Split Tooth.
This conclusion did not surprise the steward.
After all, he is Lasein's friend.
From this point of view, it would be 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 became startled.
He saw the third man stepping down from the carriage.
By the gods, the housekeeper couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
What an outstanding woman that is! She was only in her early ten years at most, and her facial features still had a hint of childishness. But both her eyes and temperament were far superior to the other two. In comparison, she seemed to be the one with more experience. Paired with a black and white pleated lace dress, it perfectly blends two completely different senses of childishness and maturity.
He has always believed that people are born different, and those who come to power are destined to be different from the beginning.
A girl like this must not be a mortal.
Blore took a subtle breath, and when he spoke again, his tone became enthusiastic, "Everyone, please come with me, the auction will start soon."