When Lorraine Hill was obsessed with researching new things, Melu also swept away the differences in the family with a thunderous force. At the dinner of the meeting that day, the uncles and relatives in the family "voluntarily" handed over their rights and interests.
He was engaged in business and was arranged by his master to live in the headquarters to continue his recuperation.
Teams of messengers and personnel set off from the Helis headquarters and began to go to branches in various places. A large number of personnel changes occurred in various branches. Some were taken over by people sent by the main family, and some were directly promoted to unrelated personnel who had been excluded.
, for a time, the Helis family tradition was cleared, as if the fat on the body was cut off, and he went into battle lightly. The vacant position also inspired the usually unsuccessful staff, allowing them to see hope, and the entire chamber of commerce was revitalized.
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Nissos House, Brewery.
Built of masonry and stone, the brewery under wooden beams is a busy scene, with stacked goods, neatly stacked wine barrels, and huge wine tanks.
Some staff kept placing the boxes of grapes on the table, while a group of women and children began to sort through them, picking out the green, small, broken, moldy, sundries, etc. and throwing them away.
Others crushed the selected grapes and put them into wine vats. A burst of fruity aroma began to spread in the factory. The wine vats were filled with crushed grapes, peels and juice.
One of the teenagers was also working hard. He was wearing a mask and special gloves. He was constantly crushing some grapes and putting them in a big bowl. When the big bowl was full of crushed grapes, he poured them into the vat. Standing next to him
There are many workers, some are older, some are younger, but he is the youngest.
Workers in these breweries work from morning to night, with only one hour of rest at noon, and basically no vacation. If you ask for temporary leave, your money will be deducted. Although it is very hard, many people still flock to it. After all, they can earn every month.
A dozen silver coins, which is much better than farming at home.
It was approaching evening, and the young man was a little tired, so he found an empty wine barrel and brought it over, sat on it and continued working.
"Bud." An aunt next to him gestured for him to come down and stop sitting.
The young man was a little puzzled. It didn't affect my work, but the aunt continued.
"It doesn't look good if you work like this. If others see you, you will gossip."
Then he asked the young man to come down and reminded him that the person in charge would probably say something like, "You are so comfortable."
As a last resort, the young man got down from the barrel obediently, stretched his sore legs and waist, and then continued working.
At night, huge candlesticks lit up, illuminating the masonry factory with bright lights. Several employees lifted the wine vat and poured it into the huge filtering funnel next to it. The funnel was lined with several layers of gauze.
The purple-red grape juice slowly flows out through the gauze filter.
After seeing that it was almost done, several employees gathered the gauze and squeezed it, squeezing out the remaining juice. Finally, they got a tank of slightly clear grape juice. After closing the lid of the wine tank and letting it sit, the group started to get off work.
"Are you done? Hurry up. I'm late. All the cakes at Grandma Dela's shop are sold out."
One of the uncles started urging him. His body was covered with stains, and the smell of sweat mixed with grape juice was a bit unpleasant, but no one laughed at him because everyone was the same.
"Wait a minute, cover this and come here, otherwise Old Man Abu will deduct money again tomorrow after seeing it."
"That old guy is always trying to find faults, and he doesn't know who he's doing it for."
"Even so, I don't see the Nissos family giving him more money and doing it in such a disgusting way, using all kinds of tricks."
"Maybe he likes this feeling. Didn't you see that every time he checked, he was like a noble man, dragging him to the sky?"
"It's done, let's go and get some meat tonight."
"Tch, are you treating me? I can't afford it."
"It's okay, I'll please."
"No, Manda, since when have you been so generous? Maybe something happened again."
"Oh, you'll find out later."
Several brewery workers walked away shoulder to shoulder, leaving only one worker on duty at night. He locked the door, blew out most of the candles, leaving only a small amount of light. After finishing, he also took out some dry wine.
The cake was placed in the hot soup and slowly softened. After eating, he lay on the table and took a nap. The night was still very long.
Bud, who worked in the factory during the day, also dragged his tired body back to where he lived. This is a relatively remote corner of Hopeland. The mess is a true reflection of this area. There are no lights at night, and all you can smell is the smell.
The smell of garbage and dead fish on the streets.
In the middle of a small square is a well. Not far away is a low house. An old man is leaning on the doorpost, his eyes half closed and half awake.
Bud stepped forward to get some water out, but the barrel was a little heavy, so he could only lift half of it.
Pulling the rough rope tightly, the burrs on the rope pricked my hands, and then the old wooden barrel slowly rose up slowly.
"What are you doing?" A hoarse voice sounded behind him, like a ghost. Bud was startled. The rope in his hand loosened, and the barrel fell rapidly. The friction on his hand when he pulled the rope stung a little.
He quickly grabbed the thick rope again and then looked back.
The old man leaning against the door was already awake. He opened his cloudy, dark yellow eyes and stared at Bud, looking like a dead man.
"I...I'll get some water to drink and wash my body." Bud was a little scared and said tremblingly.
"Where...do you live?" the old man continued to ask.
"I live in the red clay house behind the beech tree in the west. I just came here a few days ago. Granny Nante introduced me." The young man said a little nervously.
"oh."
The old man replied, closing his eyes again and ignoring him.
Bud took a sip of water, rinsed his body again, and left quickly.
The next day was also the day to pay wages. Bard had been working in this brewery for two months and only then received his first month's salary, 12 silver coins.
He carefully wrapped the silver coins in the belt of his clothes before going back, but today was not as smooth as before.
Several people who smelled of sweat and alcohol blocked Bud in the alley. They had already planned and were waiting for the young man. The leader was Manda, a former worker in the brewery.
"Boy, are you happy? We got money today."
Compared to the small Bud, these adults are very tall. Standing together, they seem to block the sky.
Shrouded in the shadows of these people, Bard could only keep retreating, and finally leaned against the dusty wall.
"Be honest, take out the money and bring in new ones. This is the rule, do you understand?" said one of the rough men. He had dark skin and yellow teeth.
"No..." Bud was a little scared, but he still didn't want to hand it over. This was something he earned with difficulty and worked hard for a long time. He still had to use it to pay rent and buy food.
Snapped--
A slap sent Bard spinning, and he was stunned. There was a burning feeling on his face, and then his calf hurt and he was kicked, but he still persisted and did not fall down.
Snapped--
Another slap.
"You know better."
Several people nearby began to tear off his clothes, looking for where the money was.
Bud hugged himself tightly, slowly slid down the wall, and squatted on the ground. Curses were heard in his ears, and then he was beaten continuously. The last blow was a heavy kick on the head, making him faint.
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When he woke up, it was already dark. His clothes and belt had long been torn apart, and there were only 3 of the 12 silver coins left inside. He knelt on the ground and took the remaining silver coins one by one.
In his hands, his nails dug into the flesh tightly, and he cried softly, while hot tears streaked across his face and fell into the dust.
