Who Knows? The United States Is So Suitable For Magic Cultivation

After setting up the formation.

It's already five o'clock in the morning...

It was just about dawn.

Lin You clasped his hands behind his back.

he knows.

Soon.

In the military factory, those workers who went on strike before will return to the factory.

On their way here, they should take a few more glances at the rising sun outside the factory.

Because when they walked out of the factory again, they didn't know it was the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

The time came to eight o'clock in the morning.

The east gate of the military factory.

Workers began to appear one after another.

The deputy director of the munitions factory, Vanst, personally came to the east gate of the factory to greet these workers.

He had a hat on his head to cover the wound.

With a smile on his face, he greeted every worker warmly.

Welcome these workers back.

The workers looked at Fants with some surprise.

in their impression.

Fants has always been a serious, unsmiling man.

No worker in the military factory has ever seen him look like this.

Eleven o'clock in the morning...

Most of the workers in the factory have arrived.

Fantes took the factory's employee list and came to the factory's office to report to Lin You.

"Boss, if you count all the workers in the factory, there are a total of 1,086 people. There should be 1,086 people, but in fact there are 1,008 people. There are more than 70 stubborn people. They refuse to come over for various reasons! These damn bastards! They should all be thrown to Africa to feed lions, or to Siberia to grow potatoes."

Lin You glanced at Fantes.

"Will the lack of these seventy people have any impact on the factory's operation?"

Fanters shook his head like a rattle.

"Absolutely not!"

"For a military factory as big as ours, we can only afford these dozens of crooked melons and cracked jujubes!"

"As you said, if they don't do it, some people do it...be like wolves..."

Lin You knocked on the table.

"I mean, inculcate wolf culture."

"Workers can't just clock in and clock out. There must also be a competition mechanism; there must be business assessments; employees must also be graded! Different levels must have different benefits so that they can have goals to strive for."

"Only everyone can work overtime voluntarily and create benefits for the factory."

Fantes nodded with deep understanding.

"You are so right. You are truly a born capitalist. We in the United States are too backward in this regard."

Lin You nodded.

"The venue I asked you to decorate has been decorated, right?"

"I want to convene the first workers' meeting of our military factory! Communicate with these workers in person!"

Fantes bowed his waist and nodded cautiously.

"Everything has been arranged, including the special items you requested. They have also been arranged at the venue."

"Workers are already waiting in the square, waiting for you to come over and speak."

Lin You nodded with satisfaction.

This is the style a factory owner should have.

These white Americans don't know how to lead.

Lin You stood up slowly.

Fantes on the side helped Lin You carry the water glass and followed Lin You towards the square of the military factory.

…

The square of the military factory was originally a large circular square. On the outside of the square, there was a circle of strange stones with strange talismans carved on them. In the middle of the square, there was a steel sculpture!

At this moment, a temporary high platform was built under the steel sculpture.

On the high platform, there were several long tables put together. There is a red cloth spread on the "long table", and on the red cloth, there is a row of "name tags" with names! There is also a microphone placed in the middle of the nameplate.

At this moment, there were several white people sitting behind the long table.

Those white men are the main leaders and project leaders of various workshops in this military factory.

The two middle positions are empty.

The speaker next to him was still playing music at the moment.

The music playing is "Colonel Porky's March"!

Under the high platform, there are workers gathered.

Workers, according to workshop and type of work, stand separately.

They couldn't help but whisper.

"What is this for?"

"Yeah, I've never seen such a battle before."

"Damn, we've been standing in the audience for almost an hour. What the hell do you mean?"

"The black people over there told us that they were waiting for the leader to enter. After the leader entered, they also had to wait for the leader to speak... It is said that this is the new rule of our factory!"

"Rules? Where do these rules come from? Why should we set such rules?"

"I heard it's the rules of the East. Their factories are all like this..."

…

And just when the audience in the audience started talking louder and louder.

Lin You took Fantes and finally climbed onto the high platform.

Behind the long table, the heads of the major workshops of the military factory all stood up at Fantes's signal. Those who needed to bow bowed to Lin You, and those who needed to shake hands shook hands with Lin You.

After getting acquainted with this group of senior executives.

Lin You finally sat in his own place.

But the workers in the audience were still in a mess and talking non-stop.

"Who is this Oriental? He's not short, but has his hair grown evenly?"

"Damn it, he can't be our new boss! Why? Look at his slender arms, can he hold down AK?"

"A man who can't hold down a gun is not qualified to take over our arsenal."

"But deputy director, why do you respect him so much? Has Fantes betrayed us?"

…

Lin You was sitting on the high platform and saw the mess below. He frowned and gave Fants a look.

Fantes immediately stood up, slapped the table frantically, picked up the microphone, and roared loudly.

"Silence, silence! Silence the hell! Listen to the leader. Damn it, you bastards."

But the workers in the audience were still talking a lot.

In anger, Fantes took out his pistol and fired a shot into the sky.

After a "bang" gunshot.

The workers in the audience gradually became quiet.

"Everyone is quiet! Next, let's invite Mr. Lin You, the new boss of our military factory, to give a speech."

Fantes, a second ago, was glaring fiercely at the workers in the audience.

But when he turned his face to Lin You, his face immediately changed to a flattering expression.

Lin You coughed twice softly.

Only then did he take the phone.

"Hey, hey..."

"Well! Hello comrades in the audience!!!"

At the same time as Lin You started to speak.

Around the square, strange stones with talismans engraved on them stood, and wisps of green smoke began to drift away.

That was also Lin You's arrangement.

It is a new formation - gathering magic formation - that can strengthen one's own Gu mind skills and expand the scope of the twelve labor formations, thus achieving the effect of casting spells on a thousand people present at the same time.

Otherwise, given that Lin You is not yet at the fifth level of Qi refining stage, there is no way he can cast spells on a thousand people at the same time, even if they are all ordinary people...

"Comrades, I know that you have great objections to my taking over the military factory."

"But I believe that your opinions are due to your lack of understanding of me. When you understand who I am, you will be willing to follow me!"

"Comrades, I am different from American capitalists! I come from the East, and my motherland is a social country dominated by workers and peasants. In my motherland, workers and peasants are the masters of the country!"

"But in Texas, as far as I know, those capitalists trample the great workers and peasants under their feet, and insultingly call you white necks. This is simply... rebelling against Tiangang, not Bilian; comrades, I came to take over this factory, not to enslave you, but to give you back your lost dignity so that you can live a good life that is respected by others."

"In my eyes, you will always be Texas cowboys, never slaves!"