Chapter 223: Spreading the Lord’s kindness

Author: Wen Jian Wu Ke

Chapter 223: Spreading the Lord’s kindness

Soon, the doctrine of 13,000 words was published on the official website, one copy in Tana and one copy in Chinese.

Players looked at their results with satisfaction and gave good reviews to the planners.

It turns out that it was so satisfying, Chen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, "This is our teaching, remember not to leave evidence and verbally pass on it."

"Affect your holy parables." Andrew, who received the doctrine, was extremely excited. He wanted to recite this doctrine as soon as possible and spread the light of the God of Disaster to all places.

When he thought that he was the most important archbishop of the entire Divine Cult, and his status was far higher than that of Saina and Susan, he felt that the mission on his shoulders was more important.

At the same time, he was grateful to the new believers.

Although there are many capable people, none of them want to take away their position.

In the mind of the Lord of Disaster, he is also the most important person.

It can be said that my current achievements are inseparable from those new believers.

They respect themselves very much and report anything to themselves, without any selfishness at all.

In contrast, Senna always hides what she does.

Looking at the doctrine in his hand, Andrew thought with confidence that the believers he found would definitely meet the requirements of the Lord of Disaster.

How could the believers found by Saina be more pious?

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In the factory area, several foremen are supervising the work of workers. These workers are not as idle as workers living with players, but are very tired. Although they do not have to work for more than 14 hours, they need to work at least 10 hours before they can rest.

It is precisely because these workers will compare with the players' factories that the bosses require the foreman to strictly supervise them.

We can't let them escape, and their salary is different from before. It's not a daily settlement, but a weekly settlement.

At the same time, they are provided with accommodation.

However, there are also foremans in charge of the residence, mainly because these workers cannot communicate too much.

The foremen watched over the workers, preventing them from whispering, rejecting their social needs, and even keeping quiet in their meals.

If someone disobeys, it's a whip.

What's even more terrifying is that the factory owners here still have guns in their hands, but they all bought them at a high price.

These workers are simply work slaves, and they dare not speak out.

They have all seen these people kill, but no one dares to attack these supervisors.

Because those who dare to take action are already dead.

"Those Xiahui people are really crazy. They actually offer a price of 240 tana a day. Are they so short of people?"

Unlike in the factory, there is still something to talk in the office. Several bosses kept complaining about the operations of the Xiahui people, especially the factory owner Michard, who slapped the table angrily.

"In the past, workers in the factory area only needed 10 tanas, and they could work for 14 hours! Now, they are not satisfied with 100 tanas every day, and they want to go outside."

"I provided them with food and shelter, but they still had to run away. There was no way, so I chose the current approach. The workers had to riot several times, but fortunately I had a gun."

"Did you buy the gun from the shooting club?" Several factory owners were a little moved.

After all, their employees always quit in less than a week.

They have already started preparing for monthly settlement, but once they heard that it is monthly settlement, these workers will not come to work. They would rather choose daily settlements or weekly settlements and have lower wages.

Unless it is the factories of those Xiahui people, those factories, you don’t have to worry about this problem at all.

But the labor cost is too high.

"That's not possible. The shooting club is very strict. If you want to get a gun, the best way is to start with the black market. I don't know if you know those black markets..." Michel began to promote it, "Although it's dangerous, although it's not a big deal."

It's dangerous, but think about it, once you have a gun, how can those workers resist you?"

"What if those workers also had guns?"

"What if they are not afraid of death?"

"Not afraid? How could it be not." Michel said with some regret, "Can those who have never seen a gun still be afraid after seeing it? Just find a few thorns for each batch of workers.

We can make these workers honest, and then solve them in front of them."

Several factory owners whispered to each other, and the sound gradually became louder.

Everyone came here just to find a way to solve the current dilemma.

In terms of cost, no one can continue to squeeze it out.

Every time those workers are pulled over by the Church of Wealth, they will choose the factory of the Xiahui people as soon as possible.

It seems that the factories of those Xiahui people have already gained a good reputation.

Only those who are hesitant can fall into their hands.

But it won't take long to run away.

As for buying slaves, they thought that the nobles could not guarantee that the slaves would not escape at all. How could they?

Moreover, except for the nobles, ordinary people are not qualified to buy slaves, and the Church of Wealth will not sell them at all.

Besides, the price of buying slaves is not cheap, and no one wants to spend that money like those nobles.

"You have a way," said a factory owner gritting his teeth, "We can't compare our salaries with those guys. I really can't get it. The cost now is five times the previous one, and it's mainly used for labor costs.

I've earned less than 80% of it!"

"That's right, I don't even have 70% of my previous income, and the labor price is not bad."

"Buy! There are also thugs, tell me where to find the right thugs?"

"I definitely can't find those Xiahui people. They are in the same mind as those mud legs. Damn, I thought that I had found someone Xiahui before and actually helped those workers escape, which made me so angry!"

"That's right, they even wanted to find the police to arrest me, but I accidentally killed a little girl!"

Hearing these factory owners, Michel said with satisfaction: "If you want, we can provide you with 20 guns, which were put into operation from the black market. You must know that this thing is still in Tana City.

Not many people have it.”

"No problem, no matter how much money I'll pay!"

"The next time I get goods from you, I want to see if the workers dare to compete with me!"

Several workers listened quietly to everything in the room. Although they could not whisper, they could clearly hear the conversations of these factory owners in the factory without the roar of machines and can only be operated manually.

Clear.

The workers with their ears trembled in fear, but some of them were brave.

Ford came out of the orphanage of the God of Disaster, and he followed the will of the Archbishop and looked for those who were suffering.

Disseminate the gospel of disaster to them.

Although there is no doctrine, Ford has spread the concept of disaster to several workers according to his own understanding.

Now he has two devout followers and is also relatives of the dead worker, hoping to avenge his family.

When the three of them heard the conversation in the office, they looked at each other.

Although there is no communication in the factory, there is always a way to communicate.

After all, guards cannot always strictly guard them, such as when they are sleeping.

Soon, the people who came to change shifts came, and the three of them left separately, each holding a spell of bad luck in their hands.

These things, rich men will not check.

Not only because the tin products are cheap, but also because the workers themselves wear ragged clothes, they have no capital at first glance.

Perhaps being able to board the ship to Tana City has overdrawn all their savings.

So no one will check their salute.

When those factory owners left the office, they saw workers changing shifts.

These workers looked very sluggish, but their steps were very neat.

These are all the workers' teaching methods advocated by Michar. As long as these workers are given strict requirements and severe punishment, they can become the guys who satisfy themselves.

At least that's how Michar feels himself.

"Ah!" A worker holding a talisman fell and threw the talisman out of his hand.

Another worker walked over anxiously and tried to help him up, while throwing out the talisman.

Ford hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Master, please spare me. They had a stomachache last night because of food problems. So today's condition is not very good."

"Did you let me talk?" The whip slapped him hard.

A red mark appeared on Ford's face instantly.

But he was not angry, nor did he look angry.
To be continued...