At nine o'clock in the evening, in the shantytown north of the Pagoda Factory.
Momola and others gathered together again.
According to the plan, they will launch a general strike tomorrow. Once this starts, most workers will have no way out.
But before that happens, the Relief Society needs one more crucial thing.
"Is the person you are talking about... really coming?" Mollier rubbed his hands and walked back and forth, and looked towards the street from time to time, with a little uneasiness in his tone.
"Can you sit down? Stop wandering around." Lars, who is seven or eight years younger than him, complained, "Even if they don't come, shouldn't we take action?"
"But... Then we won't be able to win more than 80% of the employees, right?"
"You can fight for as much as you can. Anyway, I don't want to be beaten and bullied by them anymore." Lars clenched his fists. "Losing your job will mean death anyway, so why not fight for it!"
"That's right!" Echoes quickly echoed around him.
"There is no difference between maintaining the status quo and waiting for death. We must force Pagoda to make changes!"
"Morrill, what are you afraid of? According to the previous punishment, you have been expelled. Only if this operation is successful can you return to the factory."
"What about the transporting team and the packaging team? You think so too, right?"
However, in the eyes of everyone gathered, the representatives of the other two groups, Horn and Mrs. Karan, remained silent.
The atmosphere was a little stiff for a while.
"There is no need to force them to answer this kind of question." At this time, Momola said, "I believe that their personal wishes are to stand up against the factory, but this plan is based on the help of Mr. Ambassador, blindly Echoing the situation will not make any improvement in the actual situation. Please rest assured that the Relief Society's determination to change the status quo remains the same regardless of whether it has external help or not, but this plan needs to be adjusted."
"Wise judgment." Horns finally spoke, "If we cannot provide food security and confine employees to shantytowns, it is no different from ending our lives. Don't say we are against factories by then, I'm afraid we ourselves will become The prime target for hired workers to attack!”
No one can refute what Horns said.
In other words, if you think about it a little more, you can understand that such a situation has a high probability of happening.
Everyone closed their mouths involuntarily.
"Don't worry too much," Momola said with a smile, "Maybe the ambassador will arrive later because he was delayed by other things. I believe that the fox girl really wants to help us - she doesn't Will deceive me."
To be honest, the worries and anxiety in her heart were no less than Morrill's, but at this time, everyone was counting on her, and she couldn't show any hesitation no matter what.
"Momola, Momola, here it comes, here it comes!" Suddenly someone rushed into the open space in the center of the shack and stammered.
"What's coming? Tell me clearly!" Lars asked quickly.
"Convoy, a convoy is coming!"
The crowd was in an uproar.
"Make a way for them to come in." Momola ordered.
Soon, four carriages slowly drove into the shantytown and stopped in the open space where they gathered. The person sitting in the first carriage was Li.
Although she was wearing an aristocratic lady's hat that covered her ears, Momola still recognized her at a glance.
"Sorry, the road is not easy to walk at night. I had some trouble crossing the market area, so I arrived a little late." Li jumped out of the car and extended his hand to her.
A little trouble? While holding her hand, Momola noticed the blood stains on the side of the wheel.
Catwoman's heart suddenly jumped, "Did you encounter a gang that was robbing someone?"
"Probably."
Momola took a breath, "How many people are there? Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?"
Li chuckled, "There are quite a few people, maybe twenty or so, but unfortunately they can't even withstand a single obstacle, and they start killing each other before they even get close to the car. In order to prevent them from affecting the car, I can only wait. They finish killing and then pass.”
Momola blinked and found that she could not understand the meaning of the other party's words at all.
A hurdle
Kill each other
The convoy was parked on the side of the road, watching the gang members finish killing each other
So the blood on the wheel was accidentally spattered
It was difficult for her to connect these fragments into a complete scene.
Fortunately, Li didn't look injured at all.
"It was my negligence." Momola said apologetically, "I set the time at night, but I forgot that going out during this time may be attacked by gangsters, especially in the lower city."
In other words, she didn't expect that the ambassador would not send anyone to protect the convoy and let Li run out alone.
Oh, no... Momola found that there was a little girl sitting in the driving seat.
A half-beast woman plus a girl under ten years old, isn't this even worse!
What did the Eastern ambassador think
"As long as the other party doesn't have Qi sensors, it won't be a big problem," Li waved his hand, led her to the carriage, and uncovered the linen cloth on the trailer.
A strong aroma of wheat hits your nostrils.
"Open it and take a look." Li smiled.
Momola took down one of the cartons, held it in her hands and opened the lid, only to see rows of golden-brown bread lying neatly in the box.
Everyone was excited again.
Anyone can tell that it is a sweet bread baked with refined wheat and saccharin!
Most people have only seen this kind of bread but have never eaten it.
Because the price of sweet bread is more than ten times that of ordinary thick bread and brown bread, as a filling food, it seems to be beyond the reach of low-paid employees.
Momola was also shocked.
The ambassador did promise to provide food aid, but she did not say what kind of food it would be - according to her expectation, it would most likely be thin wheat porridge with a little bread crumbs, which would not only satisfy the belly but would not cost too much.
As for the sweet bread
She had never thought about this at all!
"Is this really... what Mr. Xia Fan gave us?"
Momora murmured.
"Of course, in order to buy so much bread, he specifically contacted seven or eight bakeries and booked their production capacity for the next few days." Li replied, "The portion is based on the total number of employees in Baiguoyuan. Forget it, that means even if all workers participate in the strike, they don’t have 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, the bread in a box is only enough for three to four people in a single day, and you can't patronize workers or ignore their families, right?" Li raised the corner of his mouth, "Xia Fan said, Starting today, new food will be delivered every day until you win the fight."