Chapter 158

This night, everyone in xuanzhu County didn't get enough sleep.

Even if you sleep like a dead pig, you will be called out to watch the excitement. No, it's fireworks. Oh, in short, it's right to come out to see the bad luck of the big bosses!

Half of the city is full of fireworks, and the whole xuanzhu county can be seen. Fortunately, the half city is located outside the county and is blocked by the city wall. Otherwise, it is difficult to say whether the fire will spread to the city. The city wall on the side facing the half city is blackened.

The sound of fire fighting through the water rang through the night sky. The patrol guards, various chambers of Commerce and the sheriff's office sent people to rescue the fire, and even the gangs asked for help. In the end, they worked together and worked together to fight the fire and provide disaster relief. If the Imperial court still managed Dongyang District, maybe xuanzhu sheriff's office would send a report on national fire fighting to ask for credit.

But in fact, ordinary people are relatively calm about it.

If someone is going to help, someone will persuade him:

"Oh, what's your hurry? No one lives in half the city. It's all rich people's factories. You don't need to put out the fire."

"But they seem to be short of people..."

"Oh, have you read the Youth Daily? Rich people always have taps. There is plenty of clean water in them. We drink well water that others don't want. They can fill a pool of water and swim. What's the use of carrying this water? Sit here and watch it. As soon as the rich turn on the tap, the fire will go out."

Then the fire burned until the next day.

However, dawn means that the fighters are out of the weak state at night, and the fire-fighting efficiency has been improved by dozens of percentage points. In addition, the water in the half urban area is surrounded by water on three sides. Although the river water stinks a little because of industrial pollution, it can be used at least, and soon diverted water to put out most open fires.

Then half the city became smelly and scorched, as if the garbage dump was burning.

However, since some people gloat over the burning of the factory area, others will naturally be filled with indignation.

"Boss Zhou! Boss Zhou, open the door!"

"The factory is gone. Do we have any jobs and wages?"

"Send the money for this half month first!"

"Master Zhou, our family is waiting for rice. Please give me the money for half a month first."

"Why did those goddamn people blow up the factory!"

Vehicles slowly drove through the streets. The doors of many chambers of Commerce shops in the outer city were closed, and workers gathered outside and shouted - they should have gone to work in the factory early in the morning, but now they may only be able to carry bricks for reconstruction.

"Too bad..."

Hearing Qinglan's sigh, Yueyu rubbed his eyes and asked, "what's the matter?"

"If so many factories are gone, many workers will lose their jobs." Qinglan looked at the outside and said, "how should these people who expect to work and live in the factory live now? How should their families live? I don't know how many people want to sell their children and become displaced..."

Unconsciously, Qinglan clenched her fist: "the group of backlight elements are indeed a group of mobs in troubled times who are afraid of chaos in the world! Why do they attack half of the city, smash everyone's jobs, and why do they choose to be on duty..."

Yue Yu is not angry at all. He is not a White Night Walker. Is it none of his business for Qinglan to scold white night?

But at least the plan came from Yue Yu. He defended himself by saying, "but don't you think the fundamental reason for these things is that silver blood wants to lower wages and strengthen the exploitation of workers? The resistance of backlight elements is actually for workers to resist the factory and let silver blood know that they can't do whatever they want."

Qinglan shook her head: "but the silver blood Association just wants to take more money from them, and the backlight elements are smashing the plates so that everyone can't eat!"

Yue Yu shrugged: "if silver blood will continue to act arbitrarily, the workers will not be able to eat sooner or later."

Qinglan didn't believe it: "how can it be? If the workers can't eat, isn't there no one working in the factory?"

"Then set a threshold." Yue Yu said calmly: "If Huiyao men begin to lose their physical strength and work efficiency at the age of 34, then only young men will be hired, and their wages will only allow him to fill his stomach or buy a bottle of wine to paralyze himself. When he gets old, he will be dismissed. Although the former young people are old, new young people also grow up, generation after generation, and there will never be a shortage of workers in the factory."

"If you use a machine as an analogy, the worker is the part gear of the machine in the factory. The machine can move. As for whether the part gear will break... If it breaks, just replace it with a new part."

Qinglan subconsciously covered her mouth and shook her head to refuse the guess: "how is it possible..."

"How impossible?" Yue Yu asked, "before, the world was not chaotic, and the imperial court could still intervene in Dongyang, so the silver blood club didn't dare to mess. But now the districts are chaotic, the imperial court is weak, and the silver blood club is ready to move."

"My brothers may just be a scapegoat for the silver blood society... The reason why workers often riot is because they can eat enough. The silver blood society has long wanted to make workers unable to eat this meal."

"If the attack of backlight elements can really make the silver blood converge a little, it will be a victory."

Yue Yu's words don't have much evidence, more just his guess.

But when he looked through Jing Zhengwei's memory of these years, he suddenly found a very interesting thing: in the year when the old emperor was assassinated and killed, many chambers of Commerce of the silver blood Association hoarded materials at the same time, resulting in soaring prices and widespread complaints among the people, but soon the prefectural government and the silver blood Association reached an agreement that the goods were in normal circulation, and the prices fell slightly - but still more expensive than before.

Tentative price increases, success.

Then the silver blood society asked the chambers of commerce with a large number of factories to take good care of their workers' slaves and stop worker riots. Therefore, the Jing family was under heavy pressure. However, this requirement essentially requires the Jing family to make a choice: you cut the meat to feed the workers, or you cut the meat of the workers so that they can't make trouble.

There is almost no doubt what choice the Jing family will make.

So Jing Zhengwu stepped on Thunder for the silver blood Association and began to tentatively reduce their wages, but this time they hit the steel plate.

Even without the Jing family's leadership, the silver blood Association will sooner or later introduce similar measures - the impact of war in various regions, the influx of refugees in the sky, and the actual environment are forcing them to increase their efforts to squeeze the bottom. How can they cut their own meat to feed the bottom?

The real purpose of the silver blood society is imminent: they know that their basic plate for power and profit is actually their own means of production, factories and workers. Therefore, they try every means to stabilize this basic plate, invent the slavery system, and collude with the political and military circles to suppress riots. All these are normal operations based on this reason.

However, due to the existence of backlight organizations such as white night, the internal repression of the silver blood society has not achieved much. Either riots here or protests there are burning like weeds. The world is chaotic, and it is also an opportunity for the silver blood Society - the imperial court can't control them. They can test the bottom line of the workers.

The best situation is to minimize the bottom line of workers, which can just keep workers alive, but make them tired of work, unable to resist and think, turn them into gear parts that only know life and work, and completely cut off the hidden danger of silver blood.

Class contradictions in Dongyang district have long been so large that they may erupt at any time. The outbreak of contradictions is often that the dissatisfied people wave their fists to the vested interests, and there are two directions to solve class contradictions: ease the contradictions and let the dissatisfied people put down their fists; Or we may not solve the contradiction and solve the dissatisfied - so that the dissatisfied can't raise their fists.

Silver blood will go. It's the way back.

In fact, Yueyu has always been quite pessimistic about xuanzhu white night. If Huiyao is still the feudal era of swords and halberds, they also have the hope to overturn the silver blood society with a pitchfork, but the problem is now the hot weapon era of gunfire - in the face of the silver blood society with the support of the Yang army, as long as there is no equally powerful violent armed forces in the daytime, their many and many uprisings will only lead to bloody repression.

Yue Yu didn't think of the way to break the game. He just took one step at a time.

"But, but..." Qinglan hesitated uneasily. She saw the noisy workers outside, just as happy as the candidates who saw the correct answer in the exam. "But the backlight elements attacked the factory. Even if they had many reasons, it was these poor people who paid the price! They lost their jobs and stopped talking. How can they live?"

"There will be work." Yue Yu said calmly, "when the factory burns down, it is natural to rebuild the factory production machines. Other things aside, they can at least move bricks. Before I go out, I ask the housekeeper to inform the person in charge of the factory to start the reconstruction."

Qinglan pointed out the loophole: "but others may not rebuild the factory! Are other chambers of Commerce willing to build factories here where such backlight elements can attack at any time?"

"Of course."

"Why?"

"If there are cockroaches at home, will you leave your home somewhere else?" Le Yu said with a smile: "what's more, xuanzhu county is more important than home for the silver blood chamber of Commerce - in other places, the chamber of commerce is just a money bag for the government and the army, and pigs take whatever they want. Only in xuanzhu county can they compete with the other two sides by holding a group."

"Compared with the attitude of other places towards the chamber of Commerce, the backlight elements are not much trouble for the silver blood society. They will not only build factories, but also build more and bigger ones to confront the sheriff's office and Yang army by coerceing workers!"

"Anyway." Yue Yu looked at Qinglan in wonder: "do you have a big hatred with backlight elements? I think you have been trying to scold them. I thought you would secretly applaud them."

Qinglan's eyes dodged: "I... I don't think as much as childe, so I was very angry to see them destroy so many people's jobs. And..."

She lowered her head to play with her fingers and said casually, "aren't the backlight elements your enemies? They are the ones who hurt you..."

Yue Yu suddenly realized that Qinglan said bad things about white night in order to please me.

Alas, even Qinglan, a hard-working man, has learned the ability to talk to people and ghosts.

Obviously, he is a proletariat, but he still stands in the position of the capitalist class and spouts back light elements duplicity, just to brush his favor.

Silver blood will really turn people into ghosts!

Yue Yu thought that after promoting Qinglan to the position of editor in chief and letting her regain confidence and happiness from her work, she should be transformed almost.

When Leyu got tired of playing - he meant tired of Jing Zhengwei's identity - he gave Qinglan a lot of money to start a new life anywhere before he ran away.

But now it seems that Qinglan's transformation still has a long way to go. Yue Yu has to continue to remove the inferior thought in her heart!

Yue Yu touched Qinglan's head and said, "Alas... Don't worry about me when you talk in the future. Dare to say what you think. You see, I will scold Yinxue more freely and learn more. Even if you scold Yinxue society and anyone in front of me, I won't blame you. Needless to say, I'm willing to please me."

Qinglan glanced at him and his lips moved: "... Smelly fool."

"Ah?"

"I didn't speak."

After driving into the inner city, the car stopped slowly. Mi Die said, "here you are, childe."

Le Yu stood up and said, "Lisa, get off with me. Mi Die, please continue to take her to the newspaper."

"Childe." Qinglan took his hand: "can I go with you?"

"This is not the Jing family, of course you can't go." Yue Yu waved his hand: "go, don't think about not going to work. You're already late for the inner city with me. Go to the newspaper honestly."

Qinglan worried and said, "childe... You want to come back."

"I was not in danger. I felt like I was going to die as you said. There's nothing to care about. Care more about yourself." Yue Yu was not angry and closed the door: "bye!"

Watching the car turn around and drive to the outer city, Le Yu turned to Lisan and said, "what's to worry about? Can I still encounter danger in the inner city?"

"... yes." Lisa nodded.

In front of Yue Yu is an ordinary courtyard. At the door is a vulgar plaque "inviting money and treasures". On the wall next to the door is a sign: A88.

He went up, picked up the brass bell and knocked at the door. Soon a well-dressed middle-aged man opened the door: "is it the young master ZHENGJING of the patrol?"

"Yes."

"Please come in. Everyone is in the main hall."

The middle-aged man led the way, and Lisan was taken away by others. Where he's going now, no bodyguards.

When he reached the entrance of the main hall, the middle-aged man didn't go in and stretched out his hand to Yue Yu: "please."

Yue Yu calmly stepped over the threshold, carrying the early morning sun, and walked into this large hall, which was so excessive that the interior was slightly dark——

Eighty eight pairs of eyes looked at the music language entering the door at the same time.

In front of Yue Yu is a large main hall the size of an auditorium. Four large round tables are placed in four directions of the main hall. The sun from the only skylight shines in the middle of the four round tables. Twenty-two people are seated next to each round table, a total of 88 people.

They are representatives of the 88 chamber of Commerce.

Here is the silver blood club.

Yue Yu scanned the whole audience and soon found the target. He used to stand with them: "assemble the pot carrying team!"

Qin Leyin: "♪ (♪ ♪ ♪ ♪) Wei Shao, you're here."

Quan Xin: "(°ー°") what back pot? "

Luo Zhen: "(○ '3' ○) it's none of my business."

LAN Jianbo: "≡ ω ≡ I don't know if I want to carry the pot, but I know one of us must carry the pot. "

Listen to chaozao: "(´ Д`） I shouldn't play monopoly with you... "