Heavenly Dao Formula

At 9:00 p.m., in the shanty town 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, the Relief Society needed one more crucial thing.

"Will the person you mentioned...will really come?" Molier rubbed his hands and strode back and forth, looking at the street entrance from time to time, with a little anxiety in his tone.

"Can you sit down? Don't dangle around." Russ, who was seven or eight years younger than him, complained, "Even if they don't come, why don't we act?"

"But... then we won't be able to win more than 80% of the hired workers, right?"

"As much as I can fight for, anyway, I don't want to be beaten and bullied by them anymore." Lars clenched his fists, "If you lose your job, you will die anyway, so why not fight!"

"That's right!" There were quick echoes from around.

"There is no difference between maintaining the status quo and waiting to die. We must force Baiguoyuan to make changes!"

"Molier, what are you afraid of? According to the previous punishment, you have already been expelled. Only if this operation is successful, can you return to the factory."

"What about the handling and packaging teams? You think so too, right?"

However, in the eyes of everyone, the representatives of the other two groups, Horn and Mrs. Karan, remained silent.

The atmosphere was a little tense for a while.

"There is no need to force them to answer this kind of question." Momola said at this time, "I believe their personal wish is to stand up against the factory, but this plan is based on the help of Mr. Ambassador. Going along will not improve the actual situation. Please rest assured that the Relief Society's determination to change the status quo remains the same, with or without outside help, but the plan needs to be adjusted."

"Sensible judgment." The horn finally spoke, "If food security cannot be provided, and hired workers must be confined to shantytowns, it will be the same as cutting off life. Don't talk about opposing factories by then, I'm afraid we will become The primary target of hired workers!"

No one can refute Horn's statement.

In other words, if you think about it a little bit, you can understand that such a situation has a high probability of happening.

Everyone involuntarily shut their mouths.

"You don't have to worry too much," Momola said with a smile, "Maybe the ambassador will arrive later because of other things. I believe that Miss Fox really wants to help us—she won't lie to me."

To be honest, she was no less worried and anxious than Morlier, but at this time, everyone was counting on her, and she couldn't show any hesitation no matter what.

"Momora, Momola, come, come!" Suddenly someone rushed into the open space in the center of the shed, stammering.

"What's coming? Say it clearly!" Lars asked quickly.

"Fleet, a convoy is coming!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Leave a path open for them to come in," Momola ordered.

Soon, the four carriages slowly drove into the shanty town and stopped at the open space where they gathered, the first one was sitting on Li.

Even though she was wearing a lady's hat that covered her ears, Momola recognized her at a glance.

"I'm sorry, the road is not easy to walk at night, and I encountered some trouble when passing the market area, so I arrived a little late." Li jumped out of the car and held out his hand to her.

A little trouble? While holding her hand, Momora noticed blood stains on the side of the wheel.

Catwoman's heart skipped a beat, "Could it be that you have met a black street gang who robbed you?"

"Probably so."

Momola took a breath, "How many people are on the other side? Are you okay, is there any injury?"

Li laughed lightly, "There are quite a few people, about twenty or so, but unfortunately they couldn't even stand up to a hurdle, and they started killing each other before they got close to the carriage. In order to prevent them from affecting the carriage, I had to wait They'll pass after they're done killing."

Momola blinked, and found that she couldn't understand the meaning of the other party's words at all.

Kanshu?

Cannibalism?

The convoy stopped by the side of the road and watched the gang members kill each other?

So the blood on the wheel was accidentally splattered?

It is difficult for her to connect these several fragments into a complete scene.

Fortunately, Li didn't look like he was injured at all.

"I was negligent." Momoola apologized, "I set the time at night, but I forgot that I might be attacked by black streets when I go out during this time, especially in the lower city."

In other words, she didn't expect that the ambassador didn't send anyone to protect the convoy, and let Li run out alone.

Oh, no... Momola noticed that there was a little girl sitting in the driver's seat.

Isn't it worse to have a half-beast woman and a girl in her teens!

What was the eastern ambassador thinking?

"It's not a big problem as long as the other party is not angry," Li waved his hand, leading her to the carriage and uncovering the sackcloth on the rear trailer.

A strong aroma of wheat came to the nostrils.

"Open it and have a look." Li smiled.

Momoola took down one of the paper boxes, held it in her hands and opened the lid, only to see rows of baked golden bread neatly lying in the box.

The crowd was commotion once again.

Anyone can see that it is a sweet bread baked with refined wheat flour and sugar crystals!

Most people have only seen this kind of bread, but never eaten it.

Because the price of sweet bread is more than ten times that of ordinary coarse bread and brown bread, as a food to fill the stomach, it seems that it is difficult for hired workers with poor wages.

Momola was also in shock.

The ambassador did promise to provide food aid, but she didn't say what kind of food it was—according to her expectation, the most likely would be oat porridge with a little bread crumbs, which can fill the stomach and not cost too much.

As for the sweet buns?

She never thought about it at all!

"Is this really... Mr. Xia Fan gave it to us?"

Momola murmured.

"Of course, in order to buy so much bread, he specifically contacted seven or eight bakeries and contracted their production capacity for the next few days." Li replied, "The portion is calculated according to the total number of workers employed in Baiguoyuan Forget it, that is to say, even if all the workers participate in the strike, there is no need 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, one box of bread is almost enough for three to four people in a single day, and you can't patronize workers or family members, right?" Li Yang raised his mouth, "Xia Fan said, Starting today, new food will arrive every day until you win the fight."