This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 817: Been cut off?

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If you want to rank the moral standards of the various factions within the legion, the civil servant group who stays with His Majesty the Marshal will undoubtedly be ranked at the top.

While the Eastern Legion was still figuring out how to squeeze the last drop of oil out of indentured slaves, the civil service group had already referred to the colonial management methods of the Southern Legion and figured out a "systematic" way to convert indentured slaves into debt. slave way.

Don't think this is anything evil. Considering the era background of the wasteland, turning people from livestock into goods can definitely be regarded as a "good deed".

The poor people in the Bugla Free State can at most complain that the advertisement time for opening the door of the refrigerator is too long and the iris detection device is too anti-human. However, the slaves in the Borneo Province may not only have no sympathy after hearing their troubles, Instead, they will be confused and ask what refrigerators and advertisements are, why waste 75 seconds of life without spending money?

In short, although the civil servants of Triumph City did not allow the survivors of Xifan Port to use refrigerators, they at least opened a window for their hopeless lives.

These civil servants first cooperated with the nobles of Lion State and rented the slaves from the nobles for 50 dinars a month. Then they gave the slaves an additional 50~150 dinars at the end of each month. "award".

How much you can get depends purely on your performance at work.

Of course, this money will not be put into the pockets of those slaves, but it will be recorded in their accounts. When enough money is saved, they can redeem themselves and their families.

After these slaves redeem themselves, they are also considered skilled workers. Not only do they have rich work experience, but they are also more motivated to work.

The legion will continue to hire them to work, and the original reward is their monthly wages.

For the Wilantes, the wages they paid to these people did not change. Instead, they saved the 50 dinars monthly rent paid to the nobles, which was equivalent to hiring a group of people at a lower cost. More skilled labor.

For the nobles, how much the slaves did did not affect their income. Although it was a pity to sell the skilled workers, the redemption fee of one thousand dinars was not a loss, which was equivalent to buying out 20 people at one time. monthly income.

Moreover, they can also make a fortune by relying on the Labor Registration Office, a packaged labor agency.

The only ones who lose are the free people.

It used to be that they lived and ate on the noble property, but now they have to rely on themselves for everything...

……

Sail Harbor.

Different from the busy and sweaty days of the past, the atmosphere on the pier today was a bit strange and unusual.

Black crowds crowded the port, and the entire road from the dock to the warehouse was blocked with water. Suppressed anger was written on every face.

They were the first batch of workers to arrive at Xifan Port. Every brick in this port was condensed with their blood and sweat. However, these people were not only satisfied with stepping on those bricks under their feet, but also had to put down the only bricks they had. That dignity and hope were also trampled underfoot.

Odisha was not the first coolie to die in West Sail Harbor, or even the first freeman to die on the job. However, his death was like the straw that broke the camel's back and made the whole country The free citizens of this port were completely angry!

Why do they live like donkeys without complaint?

Isn’t it just to get the piece of paper proving that they are free citizens?

Man is an animal that relies on hope for food. When there is hope, he can survive even if he eats dirt.

"As long as you work diligently, you will be free" is like a carrot hanging in front of them. For this carrot and for their family to eat this carrot, they do not hesitate to endure it. The overseer's whips and curses left the root of disease all over his body, even breaking his own spine...

However, the gentlemen of Xifan Port pulled down the carrot hanging in front of them and threw their only hope to the ground.

So what if I get it?

With that piece of paper, I can’t control you anymore?

In the end, it's still the same. The only real free people in Saipan Port are those who don't need paper coupons to prove themselves.

No one will ask the Wilrants for that thing, and no one will ask the nobles for that thing. Even the priests of Silvermoon Bay and the merchants of the southern seas do not need it. It seems that it is because of someone from the Sticky Community. some agreements.

Orissa spent a thousand dinars to redeem herself, and an unknown amount to redeem the lives of her family members, and she may have borrowed some from the Wilantes.

However, the compensation for his death was only a pitiful eight hundred dinars!

Eight hundred!

According to the worst and worst exchange rate of 1:5, you can’t even exchange for 200 silver coins!

This money can neither repay the debt nor sustain the family's expenses for long.

Once he is buried in the ground, his family will either repeat his mistakes or suffer the same fate as him.

What else—

You can only sell yourself and start the next cycle of despair.

If the new wind from the wasteland never blows here, the people here may be able to endure all this without complaint, and even wake up the moment they enter the soil. And the moment of pain is not a kind of happiness.

Unfortunately, however, the merchant ships from the east brought not only wealth and technology.

There is also the thought that enlightens all this.

The free folk standing here may not recognize many words, but from the priest from Silvermoon Bay, they already know that there is a settlement called Boulder City thousands of kilometers away and a man named Boer. The Awakener.

The power of one person is small, but when half a million survivors unite, even the giant wall hundreds of meters high will tremble, and the building thousands of meters high will collapse!

There are not just half a million survivors in Saipan Harbor, but over a million!

Inspired by the power of example, the people who originally dispersed as soon as the gunshots were fired united once again...

They've had enough of the lies.

They have to rely on their own hands to fight for their own rights.

Facing the growing crowd, Najib broke out in a cold sweat, but still mustered up the courage to shout at them.

"What are you doing here! Why don't you go to work quickly... Your skin is itchy again, aren't you!"

The people didn't speak, and they didn't step forward to challenge the Wilant soldiers like last time. They just stood there in silence, looking at him with their eyes.

Frightened by those pairs of eyes, Najib swallowed nervously. His right hand holding the whip kept shaking, as if he had muscle weakness and couldn't move his hand at all.

There are at least 20,000 to 30,000 people gathered here, more than ten times the number the day before yesterday.

Not only do these people not work themselves, they also block the way back to the warehouse.

Now the entire port is like an alarm clock that has been broken, and the loading and unloading work has completely come to a standstill.

If he cannot unload all the cargo on the dock before dark, the Wilante shipowners and the local nobles will all come to trouble him!

When he thought of that scene, cold sweat suddenly broke out on Najib's forehead, and he looked at the port guard next to him for help.

The guards were also whispering to each other, seeming to be discussing countermeasures.

"Why don't we disperse these people first?"

"But the dock still needs them to work."

"But they are just a nuisance if they stay here now."

"But what if we don't have them? We rely on those slave laborers to keep us busy until tomorrow."

"The governor told us that our job is to ensure the order of production here... We must find a way to get them back to work, and let them work honestly."

The captain of the guard glanced at the group of workers and frowned tightly.

He had underestimated these guys before. Although they were as timid as mice, they were not without merit.

Such as being cunning enough.

There have also been strikes by "freedmen" in other colonies of the Wilantes, but they usually occurred when there was a complete imbalance between debt interest and income, and rarely occurred when indentured slaves transitioned to debt slaves. Primary Stage.

This was supposed to be the honeymoon period for both parties.

However, as if someone told them how far this scam would develop next, they suddenly woke up from their illusory dream.

And I also learned the worst and worst bad habit of going on strike.

They can drive these people from one cage to another with guns, but they can't force these people to be motivated to work.

Whenever this time comes, even the Wilantes can only make some compromises by weighing the pros and cons.

Unfortunately, the Governor returned to Triumph City for the New Year, and is probably still floating on the sea.

The guard captain strode up to Najib, looked at the pale latter and said in a commanding tone.

"...Continuing with this stalemate is not an option. You should talk to them and see how you can get them to go back to work."

Najib quickly returned to the crowd, trying to regain his usual domineering expression, but unable to find the confidence to be vicious, he could only lower his posture and speak sincerely.

"What's the use of just standing here? What do you want, you have to give me a word!"

With the support of his companions, a worker stood up and stared at him.

"We lost an Orissa."

Najib gritted his teeth and said.

"We have already given compensation, what else do you want!"

The laborer said angrily.

"...Too little! Eight hundred dinars is not enough for his family to survive in Sisail Port!"

"Then go back to the countryside -" Najib opened his mouth to refute, but was angrily interrupted by the other party.

"Stop pretending to be stupid over there, the fertile land of Lion State is covered with plantations, there is no land where they can survive!"

This sentence resonates with many people, especially those who originally worked on plantations.

If they really had a choice, they wouldn't want to come to this **** place to work hard.

They have the ability to farm, but unfortunately they have no land to farm.

"Yes! They have no home to go back to!"

"Should Orissa's wife and children be allowed to return to their original master's plantation?"

"Then what are we trying to redeem ourselves for? In the end it's not the same!"

The noise became louder and louder, and people became more and more excited.

Nagy suddenly panicked and yelled desperately.

"Then what do you want? Do you want us to raise them for a lifetime? Why!"

The moment they heard this, everyone was in an uproar, and their eyes became even more angry.

"Why!"

"Just because Orisa died while working for you!"

"We have worked hard for this port, why is there no place for us here!"

"Yes! We not only want justice for Orissa! We also want justice for ourselves!"

"Work wages must increase!"

"Either give us at least 10 dinars a day! Or allow us to organize ourselves and contract the dock! Let's compete fairly. We can eat as much as we do, and we will never rely on you!"

The entire dock was filled with angry roars of workers. Even the slaves who wanted to squeeze through the crowd stopped involuntarily.

Listening to the increasingly excessive demands, Najib felt his scalp numb.

These guys are asking for prices!

10 dinars a day!

300 a month! This is equivalent to doubling the previous maximum salary!

It costs so much money to move a few boxes, why don't they grab it!

As for letting them organize themselves to contract the dock, that is absolutely impossible.

This is not just a matter of interests, there are other more difficult issues involved.

Neither the Wilantes nor the nobles will agree to allow these low-level people to organize.

They dare to ask for the contracting of the dock today, and tomorrow they will rush to ask for the city hall, bank and post office to be contracted too!

Whose name will Xifan Port be named by then? Is this the name of these mice?

Najib’s brows twitched fiercely, and he yelled at the crowd with all his strength.

"Are you crazy! Do you know what you are asking for? You might as well let us give you this port!"

"Then give it to us!"

The workers standing in front of the crowd did not show weakness at all, and they had no intention of giving in.

As if he heard some funny joke, Naji sneered and said.

"For you? You will destroy everything here in less than a day!"

The dock worker stared at him.

"Then it's ruined. Everything here never belongs to us anyway!"

Seeing the crowd becoming more and more excited, the Wilant guards standing aside finally couldn't stand it any longer.

The guard captain walked up to Najib, pulled him aside, stared into his eyes and spoke word by word.

"Are you a pig? I asked you to negotiate terms with them and coax them back to their posts, but I didn't ask you to quarrel with them! Do you still need me to teach you what to do!"

Seeing that the Weiland people were angry, Najib quickly explained in a distressed manner.

"Sir, you don't understand... You can't give them a good look! Once you let them taste the sweetness, they will immediately crawl up the baton in your hand like a snake."

"I don't understand?" the guard captain sneered, and patted his head with a smile, "How many colonies have you been to? You have only been a foreman for a few days, and you dare to talk to me like this?"

Naji broke into a cold sweat and lowered his head with a pale face.

"Little ones dare not..."

The guard captain looked at the helpless guy with disdain, and the expression on his face became more and more disgusted.

He does not reject obedient dogs, but this dog must be of some use, right?

As a guard in the Southern Legion for more than ten years, he often interacted with the local natives around the colony. Although he did not directly participate in the games played by those big shots, he still understood some basic consensus.

Whether it is the Southern Legion, the civil service group, or the local indigenous chiefs or nobles, they all prefer to fatten the cows before milking them.

This is good for everyone.

And these guys, as if they had never seen money, wanted to use a knife to slit the neck of the cow, skip the milking process, and just lie on it and drink the blood.

There is no time to wait for this guy to figure it out on his own, the guard captain said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"Raise the standard of death compensation and increase their wages, but you can't give them all at once. You can bargain with them... You can decide this yourself. I only have one request, resume work as soon as possible and don't make the matter a big deal. Otherwise, if you let Mr. Governor know about it, you won’t get any good results!”

As soon as he heard this, Najib immediately cried and begged.

"But sir, our profit is only a little bit. How can we make money if we increase their wages..."

"Don't pretend that I don't know!"

Seeing that this guy was still trying to be smart and treating himself like a fool, the guard captain couldn't help but sneered, pointed at his nose and cursed.

"You charge based on the weight of the goods! The wages you pay them are not even one-tenth of what you earn! So what if you just give out one-tenth? What you are wasting here This amount of time and money is already far more than this! Do you still need me to teach you how to do business?"

Looking at the scolded foreman who dared not take a breath, the guard captain sighed and said in a gentle tone.

"...Be a little kind to your compatriots, don't push them too hard, and don't always think about winning the last dinar, otherwise it will be bad for everyone."

"Yes..."

Najib reluctantly agreed, although he didn’t feel at all that these snakes, rats, insects, and birds were his compatriots.

He is also a lion tribe after all.

Even if he is not a noble, he is still much nobler than these guys.

Under the urging of the guard captain, he had to return to the crowd again.

"...Thank you, the kind Governor! We can give you a salary increase! But don't go too far, how about eight dinars a day? That's 240 dinars a month! Damn it, I envy you all If you earn enough money, you can buy a wife after working for 5 months!"

When they heard that the wages had increased to eight gold coins a day, the originally angry crowd gradually became divided, and some people's eyes once again revealed their expectations for life.

As Najib said, 240 dinars a month is a lot!

However, not everyone is so easy to buy.

There were still many people staring with indignation at the foreman who was pushed to the stage.

"What about Orissa?"

Najib gritted his teeth, thinking that after all the money had been thrown out, it would not be so bad, so he said with a heart.

"The Labor Registration Office will give his family an additional 3,000 dinars... However, this money is not compensation, but a donation entirely out of goodwill and kindness! We cannot let the hearts of those who have worked hard for Sifan Port feel chilly. His family should be supported by Saifan Port!"

3000 dinars is not bad!

Even if calculated based on the salary after the increase, it is still a year’s salary!

Everyone finally had a glimmer of hope in their eyes. Unexpectedly, some of these nobles were also good people. Some of them even couldn't help but whistle and clapped their hands in praise.

This time, even those who were still filled with indignation gradually began to have differences, and only a small group of people were still staring angrily.

Looking at the shaken crowd, Nagy continued in a soothing tone.

"Okay, let's all disperse. If you still want to get today's wages, then go back to work quickly, or do you expect the gold coins to fall from the sky on their own?"

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Najib finally breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking about the money spent, he still felt a pang in his heart.

I hope the master will not blame...

If he were to blame, he could only use the Weirant people as a shield.

Let’s just say that he originally adhered to the bottom line, and it was the Weiland guards who forced him to increase his salary.

Everyone who saw the trouble went back to work, and the Weirant guards who lined up in front of the port also disbanded and went about their own business.

The New Year is coming soon, and after the New Year is their birthday, they actually have no intention of working, let alone finding things for themselves, and their thoughts have long drifted back home.

The guard captain returned to the police station, and first sent a [crisis averted] telegram to Yongye Port via a dedicated line, and then reported the incident to the secretary of the governor's office.

Governor Huye returned to Triumph City and took away half of the guards in the Governor's Mansion. General McClun and other instructors also went to Yongye Port to take a boat some time ago. Only the port guards were left in the army at Xifan Port. The city defense force formed by the army and local people was unprecedentedly empty.

If possible, he hoped that the Governor's Mansion could borrow a team of men from the Southern Corps.

Even if it is a servant army.

However, the trouble is that there is not a single ship on the entire route. The available ships have been sent to the east by the civil service group. It may not be easy to transfer people here...

On the other hand, Najib, who had finally settled the matter, returned to the labor registration office and reported to several major shareholders on the situation at the port and the wage increase.

Before he could take a breath after being scolded, he saw his men running away again, shouting and yelling as they ran.

"Sir, something bad has happened!"

Before his **** could warm the chair, Naji felt his heart skip a beat and stood up from the chair again, cursing.

"What happened again? Didn't I give them a wage increase!?"

His men turned pale with anxiety and spoke in a hurry.

"This, this time it's not the dock, it's the steel factory...and the cement factory. As soon as the workers in the factory heard that the dock had increased their wages, one or two of them stopped working and started shouting. We need to raise wages."

As soon as he heard this, Najib almost spit out a mouthful of blood and cursed loudly.

"These greedy vultures!"

As expected.

He knew it would end up like this!

Those Weiland people don’t understand the situation in Borneo too much. Those mud-legged people cannot be tolerated. Once their lives are comfortable, they will do these things.

When the wages at the factory increase, the workers at the dock will probably make a noise again, saying that the work of transporting goods is more tiring, and how can they get the same wage as the people in the steel factory.

Instead of making money, they might as well close all the factories in the port!

Najib was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, but the director of the Labor Department standing aside frowned and muttered in a low voice.

“I always wonder about this, it’s like someone is fanning the wind to light a fire.”

Najib's whole body was shocked.

"You mean the alliance?"

The director shook his head.

"That's not like it, there are eight poles that can't reach the edge."

The merchant ships of the alliance will also come here to buy steel and cement. The demand for building materials in Golden Gallon Port and Fries Port is not small, as well as the southern sea area and Haiya Province that are being rebuilt.

Making Sailsport a mess will not do them any good, at most it will give the Legion and the Empire a headache.

At this moment, the servant who came to report the news suddenly felt something in his heart and said quickly.

"By the way, I heard that the people who took the lead in making trouble seem to be members of the Silver Moon Church! And the ones who made the loudest noise just now!"

When Najib heard this, he became angry and cursed loudly.

"Are those idiots crazy!"

The director of the Labor Registration Office said thoughtfully with his eyes twinkling slightly.

"The teachings of the Silver Moon Sect include the tenet of mutual help. The reason why this matter is such a big deal...maybe it has something to do with them."

The servant quickly continued.

"Really! I always feel that those gangsters are not good people. By the way, I heard that Orissa is a believer of the Silver Moon Sect. The ones who took the lead this time often worship with him."

Najib's eyes gradually narrowed, and there was an imperceptible evil light shining in the slits of his eyes.

"It took me a long time because of this..."

He was indeed negligent in this matter.

He almost forgot that the church is also an organization.

Not to mention that the Silver Moon Sect is not honest. Not only does it teach its followers how to read, it also runs a newspaper.

As if he had grasped the root of the problem, he immediately started thinking about it in his mind.

"...We have to find a way to get rid of that church."

The director shook his head after hearing this.

"This is not easy to handle... We can't touch the people of Silver Moon Bay. They are residents of the Camelback Kingdom and are protected by the relevant treaties of the Sticky Community. If we attack them without a reason, it's hard to say whether it will happen or not. What big problem could go wrong?"

"Why do it yourself..."

Najib suddenly smiled sadly, and said slowly under the surprised eyes of the two people.

"It was the residents of Xifan Port who drove away the evildoers themselves. This can't be blamed on us, right?"

……

Although the steel plant has a lot of orders, after all, the work is not as urgent as the port.

Before the guards raised by the Wilante gentlemen at the port could take action, Najib took a hundred slaves borrowed from the Labor Department and formed a "long stick team", not only promising them freedom and dinar rewards, and promised not to treat them badly in the future.

As soon as these slaves heard that they could get money and be used in important ways by their master, without saying a word, they took sticks and dispersed the group of workers who had gathered together and refused to work.

Looking at the rabble scurrying about, a proud and evil smile appeared on Najib's face.

If you don’t want to do it, don’t do it!

The worst case scenario is that the steel factory will be closed for two days, and we’ll see who starves to death first!

After learning from the port, he understood that he must not hesitate about this matter. He must be tough when it is time to be tough, and he must be decisive when it is time to take action.

It is always better to strike first than to strike later!

Even if you kill some people, it is better than going to the gentlemen of the Wilantes and getting a beating from each one.

After settling the trouble at the steel plant, Najib followed the same pattern and took people to the cement plant, commanding the sticks loyal to him, and taught the troublemakers a lesson.

Under his vigorous and resolute efforts, Xifan Port, which was filled with gunpowder barrels, seemed to have finally returned to its former peace. However, it seemed that a greater crisis was brewing in the endless greed...

In three days, with the hard work of dock workers, all the cargo ships blocking the port were finally unloaded, and the dock was finally empty.

The lightly armed caravans took the authorization letters from the Governor's Palace and headed towards the legendary dream land - Haiya Province in the far east!

At the same time, Najib, who was exhausted by the porters, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The most difficult days are over, and he can finally free up his hands to do something.

Whether it is the striking workers or the Silver Moon Sect who instigates the lazy workers...

He swore he would make them pay!

As time passed day by day, Xifan Port seemed to be silent for a while.

At the same time, the caravans that first set off from West Sail Port to the Death Coast finally arrived one after another at the coast in their dreams.

After floating at sea for eleven days, Arman finally showed an excited expression on his face as he stood on the deck looking at the port appearing on the coastline.

It's a port!

They are finally here!

The nearest unit of the Eastern Army is stationed in Haibei City, a hundred kilometers away from the coastline. As long as you give those people the letter issued by the Governor's Palace, they can get the arms that are sold by the pound!

"Quick! Move the boat over!"

Alman shouted to the crew behind him and excitedly took out his binoculars.

However, the moment he took out the binoculars and looked at the coastline, he was completely dumbfounded.

I saw jet-black tanks parked neatly next to the containers, waiting for professional suspension equipment to load them onto the ship.

Which model of vehicle——

Why does it look so familiar?