Chapter 275: Slap plus sweet dates, who else is disobedient? (Updated update 5/6)
The businessmen made a 180-degree turn in an instant.
Just now, I was still pushing back and forth, but in an instant, I have started to rush to donate. You have 1000, he has 800, he has 1500. If it were not in the conference hall, it is estimated that wallets, money bags, and jingling gold coins will all rain down.
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Gretel was not at all proud. With many years of experience as an emergency doctor, he had become quite skilled at judging people with high eyebrows and low eyes. Although these businessmen in front of him were spending money happily, when they looked back or lowered their heads, their brows and corners of their eyes would occasionally appear.
Will let out a little anger and gloominess.
——You can even think about it on your knees.
Who can be happy if someone forces you to pay?
Even when he was asked to pay compensation by the review committee, when he had to pay extra for building a high-level mage tower, including when entering data using a tower spirit, he resisted in every possible way, not wanting to pay even a penny.
It's okay to simply hold a grudge against him. Just be afraid, the wool comes from the sheep, and he will ask the businessmen to pay, and the businessmen will turn around and deduct workers' wages, or simply fire a few...
In the end, even before public health construction started, a large number of workers were already implicated and more social problems were caused.
You still have to give them a sweet date to eat. Of course, before giving the sweet date, you have to hit them with the big stick as much as possible.
Gretel thought about it. He lowered his head silently amidst the noise and began to flip through the information in his hand.
One page, two pages...
Following his actions, the noise in the conference hall gradually subsided, and a tense silence gradually accumulated.
Gretel turned to the pages he wanted. When he finished reading, he looked up and saw the twenty or thirty people opposite him stretching their necks and staring directly at his manuscript paper.
this……
Whether you read it or not, I’m going to talk about all this...it’s useless to see it in advance...
Grete turned to the rostrum with a slur. Well, although it's a bit deceptive, I still have to make the demands that need to be made.
"In addition to using clean water sources in production, companies, er, workshops and shops that want to be certified, should also abide by some regulations. - First of all, garbage cannot be thrown away casually, and wastewater must be discharged uniformly..."
"Why?"
"Why?"
Several voices on the opposite side shouted together. The fattest and strongest one shouted especially loudly:
"Our slaughterhouse produces so many internal organs a day. If we don't throw them into the river, what should we do?!"
Oh, it turns out they are slaughtering pigs and sheep. No wonder he is so fat. The coat has been made as big as possible, but it can't cover the bulging muscles on his arms. Grete looked at the other party with pity:
"...If you don't want it, give it to me? I'll send someone to drag it away?"
"What?"
The butcher was stunned for a moment.
I want to say "I'll give it to you", but I'm a little unwilling to do so. I always feel that Grete is hiding a trap somewhere; I want to say "I'll handle it myself", but Grete's words hold me back, but I can't say it out.
.While he was struggling, Gretel turned his face and smiled towards the auditorium:
"Sir Bishop, how about I hire someone to cook these offal and sell it to the temple? It's still meat after all, it can fill the stomach, and it can also improve the soldiers' night blindness so that they can see at night. Don't worry, I only charge the cost price!
"
The archbishop smiled and nodded. The owner of the slaughterhouse immediately straightened his eyes, leaned forward, and shouted so loud that he almost broke his voice:
"Wait - wait! It's hard to clean the internal organs! If they are not cleaned, they cannot be eaten!"
"What a shame, I know how to do it." Grete shrugged:
"I am a healer. I have dealt with everything from the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and intestines. It would be easy to hire a few people to teach them how to do it.
——At most, it is difficult to clean the intestines. At the worst, I need to use soda ash, and I don’t lack that stuff. Thunder Tower produces water purification tablets, and there is caustic soda in the by-product. After a little tossing, it becomes soda ash."
"this……"
The owner of the slaughterhouse was glistening with oil and sweat. He came to the city from the countryside to work as an apprentice at the age of 12. He started as a small laborer carrying buckets and boiling water, and then became the president of the slaughtering guild. One knife at a time, one pig at a time.
Sheep, killed to achieve today's status.
When dealing with people, he believes that "money is earned and saved." He will not hire anyone who can't, and he will do the work himself if he can do it. To this day, he is still in the shop early in the morning, slaughtering pigs,
Bleed blood, scald hair, separate meat and remove bones, and work with his men.
For such a person, there is a ready-made opportunity in front of him, but he is not allowed to make money, which is simply more uncomfortable than cutting out his flesh. Seeing Gretel finalize a business in a few words, he pressed the back of the chair in front of him and stretched his neck. If
If I wasn't in the last row, I would have jumped down and hugged Grete's thigh:
"Master Mage, Master Healer, you hire me! You have to hire people for everything, just leave it to me! I will sell it at whatever price you want. I will never make an extra penny over at the Temple of the God of War!"
Look, look, isn't it good to be so obedient earlier? Gretel sighed with contentment, and then looked at the auditorium. The Archbishop of the God of War Temple smiled slightly and raised his hand to Gretel:
"It's up to you. I just want something. The price is half the price of meat. Those young men in the temple can eat whatever they want."
Except for knights, ordinary temple guards cannot eat meat every day. The temple is also very happy to get cheap, stable, and delicious animal offal!
Besides, Little Grete's favor has not yet been repaid. Last time, the 20 priest apprentices were returned in only two days!
"Master Master! You hire me! You will get half of the income from this business, no, 80%! 80%! 90% is the head office! I still have to pay wages to the clerks!"
It’s cost-effective to give them all! Can you hug the thighs of the God of War Temple? Also, once you learn how to cook offal, it’s your own business!
Grete pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer the conversation. To his left, Aurora raised her head from the manuscript and scolded him:
"Okay, does the boss need you some money? The boss even has his own mage tower!" Well, although he doesn't have it yet, looking at the meeting today, he will get it soon. "Instead of thinking about giving money, why don't you
Think carefully about what the boss really needs!"
"Yes, yes, yes..." The owner of the slaughterhouse nodded and bowed. "Mr. Master, don't worry, I will listen to whatever you say. Don't throw away the offal, don't dump the sewage, um - where should we dump it?"
That's right, he was obedient now. Grete smiled at him and pressed his palm down to signal him to calm down:
"We'll talk about your business later. - Dear members, let me explain here that water bodies with too much garbage and feces are especially conducive to bacterial reproduction. In the past two months, when I was taking water samples for testing throughout the city
It was found that the bacterial content in sewage ditches with a lot of garbage was particularly high.
——From this, I believe that in order to improve the level of urban sanitation, garbage and feces must be dumped uniformly, sewage discharged uniformly, and processed through sedimentation, filtration, and plant absorption.
If you need it, I can provide my experimental records to prove the necessity of banning littering and unified treatment of wastewater."
The great magicians discussed in low voices for a while. Then, the great magician of the transformation department coughed and spoke on behalf of all:
"The experimental records can be submitted later. Master Nordmark, go on, tell me what else needs to be done."
"Yes." Oops, this was such a comfortable turn of phrase. Gretel got it right, cleared his throat, and glanced at the businessmen opposite:
“We establish public health services to improve the health of citizens and enhance their well-being.
——For this reason, it is absolutely not allowed to pass on the costs paid by businesses by deducting employees, laying off workers, or raising the prices of people's daily necessities. This puts the cart before the horse and completely violates the original intention of the Parliament, and must be strictly prohibited!"
There was chaos again on the opposite seat. However, this time, Gretel did not allow them to protest, but raised his voice:
"Are your colleagues from the Liquor Association here?"
"Here, there, there!" An old man stood up in the second to last row. He had a sallow face and a big belly, and pressed his right ribs with one hand intentionally or unintentionally. Grete only looked at him and wanted to go over and roll his eyelids:
Old man, do you have cirrhosis of the liver?
He suppressed his doctor's instinct, raised his face, and looked directly at the other person. His voice was unhurried and there was a smile on his lips:
"Do you make your own wine? Do you grow grapes? Do you know how to prevent grapes from getting sick? Do you want to know how to prevent wine from becoming sour, and how to control the temperature and time of steaming malt when brewing beer?"
He asked a question, and the old man nodded, asked another question, and nodded again. After asking a series of questions, the old man's waist had already bent to 45 degrees, and he had to kneel down and hug his thigh.
Gretel turned his head to the left. He took two steps out and looked back at him:
"By the way, you'd better find a high-level healer - take a look at your liver."
The wine merchant nodded. Gretel smiled at him and scanned the seats opposite him from left to right:
“Salt merchants here, do you want to know how to purify coarse salt efficiently and what the purified impurities can be used for?
Blacksmiths' Guild, if there is one, would you like to know how to smelt iron on a large scale and how to ensure that the smelted iron can be used?
Grocers—let’s call them grocers—is anyone interested in the method of mass-producing sulfuric acid?”
As he spoke casually, the sound of heavy breathing in the seats across from him became more and more frequent. The businessmen looked at me, and I looked at you, and their eyes began to turn red. If they didn't belong to different industries, they could have pinched each other on the spot.
into a ball.
That's right. These advanced technologies are both profits and weapons. Whoever holds them in their hands will be able to stand out among their peers. And the Magic Council is the representative of the world's advanced technologies, holding the most powerful
Weapons of power——
Grete turned to face the rostrum and bowed slightly again:
"Providing employment, providing rich prices, suitable products, and protecting the environment are all social responsibilities that a shop or workshop cannot shirk.
I think the Magic Council should select those stores that perform well in terms of social responsibility and prioritize cooperation with them, or provide technical guidance."
The last few words were drawn out long and heavy. There was silence for a moment, and then, bang, bang, bang, the great magician of the transformation department laughed and clapped his hands.
Several other members also applauded. Others quickly followed suit, and soon there was a round of applause on the rostrum, opposite the discussion table, and in the auditorium.
Grete smiled and bowed to all three sides. He waited patiently for about half a minute, then raised his hands and pressed them down gently. Silence returned to the conference hall, and Grete turned to the opposite side of the discussion table, clasped his hands behind his back, and smiled calmly:
"Now, which chamber of commerce and which workshop is unwilling to abide by the rules of the parliament?"
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