Blackstone Code Chapter 562: Who is cheering
“Where are these things going to be sold?”
In the workshop of the factory, a young worker couldn't help chatting with the workers around him, all of whom had that kind of heartfelt smile on their faces.
It's hard to believe that just two years ago, whenever they appeared on the assembly line, they didn't smile, they just showed a lifeless look.
Then use resentful eyes and actions to go to work, to produce, to complain, to complain.
Now they have smiles on their faces, work has become something that makes people feel physically and mentally happy, and it would be better if they could work overtime!
Smiling workers heard the young man's question, and they didn't mind chatting at work, and someone responded immediately, "I don't care where it's sold, I only care about this noon lunch."
"You know what, I haven't had bread for almost a month or two, and I've never found bread so good, yes, and broth!"
"I had three pieces of meat in my broth yesterday, and I heard you only had two!"
When it comes to this, people's attention is diverted.
The factory's lunch is basically some vegetables, whole wheat bread and a bowl of broth. Not to mention a month or two, many people here have not eaten any solid food for half a year.
For a long time in the past, they could only eat the baba meal, which is said to be very nutritious.
The sudden economic recession has made many families have mastered a very special skill, that is, planting, in some places, on the balcony, or in the room, growing some edible vegetables or plants has become a must for people to survive Base.
Things like potatoes have replaced bread and wheat in people's lives to a certain extent, but they can't stop wheat, people still want to eat bread.
The factory's lunch is mainly bread, the kind of hard whole-wheat bread. When you eat this kind of bread, you need to open it first and then soak it in the broth. It feels...
It's one of the things people look forward to most when they gulped at the thought of yesterday's lunch.
No one wants to answer the young people's questions, and it's possible that they've been ignored in the passionate discussion about food.
When it was time for lunch, the young man used half a loaf of bread to learn the whereabouts of this batch of goods from the foreman. They were going to be transported to the sea outlet on the other side of the Eastern Ocean, and then loaded on a ship, all the way south, until the Galil.
Are all Nagarians so rich?
The young man was a little confused, so he felt that the natives, who were advertised as a backward and poor place, should not be able to use these excellent goods produced by the Federation.
He quickly buried these doubts in his heart, and he also had to take on the burden of taking care of the family. The flame that rose in his heart was weak, and it extinguished itself before it could withstand any strong winds and waves.
He returned to the production workshop and began to work hard. His inadvertent doubts, the urge to explore, and ** had grown in his heart, all of which were overwhelmed by the heavy life and dared not think about it again.
There may be times when he is half asleep and half awake and thinks again about this question, a question that will never be answered.
A few days later, the first shipments were transported by train, arriving at the port the following afternoon and then being loaded onto ships.
After a four-day voyage on the road, the freighter slowly docked, and the new hoisting rails in the port lifted the containers from the ship. At the port, Lynch also returned to Nagalil.
"This is a good place for a winter!" Lynch took off his thick coat after getting off the boat. The climate in Nagalil is very pleasant now. After passing the coldest stage, The temperature is rising very fast, almost to the point of entering spring.
"I looked at the thermometer before I got off the boat, and it's 17 degrees now." This was the first time the assistant went abroad. She was a little nervous and followed Lynch closely, hugging Lynch on her body. threw her clothes.
The sea breeze still makes people feel a little cold when they are on the sea. After getting off the boat, everything becomes so comfortable.
The gentle sea breeze is accompanied by a little bit of local stench, as well as a grassy smell full of vitality, which makes people seem to have undergone a special baptism from the inside out.
The city has become a lot cleaner, which is the most important and correct thing Lynch asked the mayor to do before he left.
Through the method of paid garbage recycling and enough punishment systems, the sanitation problems in this city and the entire province have been solved in an instant, there is no unpleasant smell, and people's evaluation of this place is also It started to get taller, and some people were willing to come and take a look.
The armed convoy in the distance was rapidly approaching, which made some tourists who came to Nagalil for the first time exclaimed and wanted to escape back to the gangway. Seeing Lynch, he showed a natural expression.
These motorcades are all here to pick up Lynch, and the march in Nagalil has basically been overwhelmed, and sometimes some people's changes are unpredictable.
The young people of Nagalil began to take a very different path than their parents, and they began to express their emotions in some other way, which was interesting and a little dangerous.
So the security company directly sent a convoy to pick up Lynch to avoid danger on the road.
Now Lynch has thousands of employees, and he has become an out-and-out "capitalist" in people's mouths. If these people don't want to lose their jobs, they'd better pray for Lynch every day to be healthy and able to eat and eat. Drink, have more children and more grandchildren.
"Mr. Lynch...", the driver in the first car jumped down, stood on the ground and gave a military salute, glanced at the sergeant quickly, and the sergeant returned a military salute.
Lynch nodded and took the group to the refitted bus at the back. The convoy came and went quickly.
Looking at the armed convoys leaving, the first impression of those who came to Nagalil for the first time was "Mr. Lynch" and his "armed convoy"
"My God, these are all your people?" On the bus, the assistant didn't dare to breathe. The front and back half of the bus were soldiers with real guns. They watched vigilantly. Everything outside the car window.
On the front and rear of the armored car, two gunners are also manipulating the guns, and everything looks like everything that happens in those war movies, or war documentaries.
Lynch nodded, "You have to adapt to these, Nagalil is very safe, but not so safe. As long as we do a good job of protection, this place is actually safer than the Federation!"
The rampant gun control in the federal government makes anyone a killer — load the bullet and pull the trigger.
But in Nagalil this is unlikely to happen, ordinary people can't afford weapons, even if they have money, they can't buy weapons.
There are only a few people who can buy weapons. If something goes wrong, these people will be cleaned immediately, so it is safer here in a way.
The little assistant swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded somewhat uncomfortable. While a little timid, he was also a little curious.
Lynch quickly turned his attention to Asir in the front seat, "Did there be any riots at this parade?"
It's been a week since he got the news, and with the time he's been at sea, he has absolutely no idea what's going on here.
Asil hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head, "No big change happened, but a few young people planned to storm the police station, two of them were shot dead on the spot, and the others dispersed ."
"The Chief of Police is investigating whether they were premeditated to storm the police station and what their purpose was, but nothing much has been done."
This was probably the only discord in the entire parade, Lynch just frowned and didn't take a stand on the matter.
He knows very well that no matter how stupid the Nagalilians are, they will not attack the violent institutions unless there is something they want.
What's in the Institution of Violence?
The police, and the guns in the hands of the police.
"Go back and tell the chief of police to strengthen the management of weapons. Be sure to let the police officers store their handguns in the police station's vault after get off work, and arrange for someone to guard the vault at night."
Asir's reaction was quick, he's been in the Federation for a long time, so his way of thinking is more inclined to that of the Federation people~IndoMTL.com~ He immediately realized what Lynch meant , "You mean, someone intends to **** weapons?!"
His voice was a little distorted. As a local, he knew very well that the Nagalils were not very resistant to resistance. The turmoil not long ago and the parade that just ended, for him, For many Nagarians, it was an incredible thing.
They have been used to being oppressed, exploited and enslaved for hundreds of years, and no one has ever thought of resisting. Why did someone suddenly stand up?
When Lynch mentioned that these people might **** the gun, Asir's first reaction was impossible, and after the instinctive reaction ended, he felt that it was not impossible.
Everything is changing, and the combination of foreign cultures and local societies inevitably breeds something that people can't predict.
What was impossible before is not impossible now!
Next, Asr reported some questions about the parade. After a period of uproar, the Nagalils finally gave up and continued the parade. It was not that everyone found a balance that could be compromised, but those The mass expulsion of workers in foreign factories for participating in the demonstrations has forced people to significantly increase the cost of participating in the demonstrations.
At the same time, some capitalists are making a list. All the people on the list will no longer be employed by them. Under this high-pressure policy, the demonstration will soon be over.
At least they still have money to keep working, and when they can't work, they get nothing.
That's why people love it here, there are no laws, no workers' unions, if in the Commonwealth, if the capitalists dared to fire the workers who took part in the marches, the workers' unions could sue them into bankruptcy!