Chapter 190

Inside an abandoned factory.

The fresh dried roses that had been picked were piled up in a hill in the open space of the factory, and the refugees who had been restored to consciousness by Bai Liu looked up at the pile of "stolen goods" that had just been transported here this morning.

A few sweaty refugees leaned on the side of the rose bushes, shook off the sweat on their hands, and let out a long breath. They were the few who were taken away by Bai Liu this morning to help dry the rose petals. Laid-off refugees who worked in the rose factory.

This pile of dried leaf roses was also brought back by them.

Someone was frightened by the pile of rose petals brought back. He stumbled forward and asked these people, with fear visible to the naked eye: "Why did you steal so many roses back! If you are caught by the factory, will you put to death!"

"Yes, yes, return it quickly!"

"Stealing more than 1kg of dry-leaf roses, except for killing the person concerned, the third cousin will not be able to engage in rose-making related industries!"

After the spread of dry-leaf rose gas all over the world, under the call of the relevant people in rose factories-in order to protect the precious and limited resources of dry-leaf roses, countries should formulate a set of protection laws for them.

Despite various controversies, this set of laws came out.

The content of this set of laws includes attacking dry-leaf roses, civilians who promote the theory that dry-leaf roses are harmful will be fined and detained, the exclusive copyright of dry-leaf rose gas perfume can be used for 10 million years and not shared with anyone, private research on the perfume composition Bi's behavior is a serious infringement and can be fined more than 10 million yuan.

Any ordinary citizen who steals, steals, smuggles, or illegally trades more than one kilogram of dry-leaf roses, and three to five bottles of low-grade rose dry-leaf gas will be sentenced to death.

The simple translation of the latter sentence means that if the prisoner who committed a crime related to dry leaf roses, if the rose factory wants, the death row prisoner can be handed over to the rose factory for processing—it doesn’t matter whether he lives or dies.

When this law was promulgated at the beginning, people in half the world were protesting against the excessive punishment, but no one questioned the rationality of the existence of this punishment. Later, with the popularity of dried rose leaves and the rising price, more As more and more people cannot afford rose gas, the protest grows louder.

At this time, the rose factory issued a regulation, which is to report the illegally obtained dried roses around you and the people who develop perfume. The factory is willing to give you ten years of free perfume supply.

For a while, there were voices attacking each other everywhere. It is said that at the peak, Rose Factory could receive 100,000 reporting calls a day. Gradually weakened, and not many people questioned this set of rules.

From the fierce resistance at the beginning, everyone is now afraid when they see this pile of stolen roses—not only afraid of the regulations themselves, but also afraid of betrayal by some of them.

Because the reporting reward of Rose Factory still exists today, but the reward has been reduced from ten years to one year, but there are still a steady stream of people calling this reporting hotline.

There are even desperate mothers or sons who, in order to keep their dying children or parents alive, take the initiative to steal dried rose leaves and become criminals, and then force their family members to report themselves, so that the other party can get this life-saving gift. Ten years of perfume.

But now everyone has not revealed the reason for their fear at this level.

"I don't care if I die or not." One of the refugees who carried the roses took a breath, looked up at the terrified refugees around him, and smiled wryly, "Mr. Bai took such a big risk for us to take this pile of dry things." Ye Meigui did it, he wasn't afraid of death, is it our turn to be afraid?"

Someone supported the rose and stood up, sighed with a complicated expression, and raised his head resolutely with random eyes: "Mr. Bai, he is a processor. He has no worries about food and clothing. He can live a wealthy life, but he is willing to help us with all his strength. How can he still do this?" He frankly put such a big handle in our hands...he really believes in us untouchables."

The scene was silent for a moment, and everyone looked at the pile of roses with heavy eyes.

"I also know that you are all suffering, and you are all afraid." The man said, and then turned his head to look at the other porters who stood up, "These flowers were carried by several of us. We had a discussion on the way just now. If any of you really want to get that year's perfume award through the Rose Factory tip--"

He looked at the disfigured and pale faces of these refugees: "Then report us porters, we were the ones who moved them away, we can't let the good people who helped us die."

"To be a good person in this day and age is to break the law, and no one dares to take risks to be a good person." He smiled with tears in his eyes, and raised his hand to wipe the cracked corners of his eyes with a choked voice, "Now that Mr. Bai is gone, The next Mr. Bai may come after my daughter and grandson are dragged to death, I don’t want him to die, he is so rare.”

After the man finished speaking, everyone didn't move, just stood there quietly and motionless.

One minute, two minutes... Finally someone moved.

The young woman who was holding the child and questioning Bai Liu put down the child in her hand and gave it to the person next to her. She took a deep breath and walked forward, bent down and hugged a lot of roses in her arms, and turned her head to look at the people who hadn't moved yet. .

"This pile of roses should weigh more than 1kg." The roses made her pale face look rosy and angry. She looked up at these people and said, "I stole these roses. I have nothing to do with Mr. Bai." If you want to report, report me."

"I believe that Mr. Bai will give my children a new, free world where there will be no death penalty for stealing roses." Her eyes were burning, and the roses in her eyes were as bright as fire, and she spoke clearly and firmly, "I am willing to die for this." die."

Someone's eyes changed.

Gradually, these refugees moved towards Rose Mountain slowly, hesitantly, as if they had made up their minds.

They stepped forward to embrace the rose bushes one after another, and the dry leaves roses that would not wither were on their chests, and they bloomed like fire in their eyes.

"This kilogram is mine..."

"There are three people in our family except the child, please give me 3kg..."

"Can I receive 10kg each? It's a death sentence anyway, it can't be worse than it is now..."

The huge mountain of roses gradually disappeared and turned into a small bouquet of roses in the arms of every refugee. They stood on an empty construction site like actors who were presented with flowers, and performed according to Bai Liu's previous arrangements and ideas. A curtain play called "Rebellion".

As a compliment to their perfect, enthusiastic, and wholehearted performances, Bai Liu presented a bouquet of dry-leaf roses as a token of gratitude to these unknown refugee actors.

Standing aside, the porter who spoke first looked at the refugees in front of him in a daze.

For so many years, there has never been a cooperation against dry-leaf roses that could not be disintegrated by the report reward from the rose factory. He just did what Mr. Bai told him...

This time, no one reported their stolen roses of more than 1,000 kilograms.

The porter recalled what had happened that morning.

When he was secretly carrying the roses, he worriedly told Bai Liu about the reward for reporting, and said anxiously that those who helped carry them would definitely be willing to help Mr. Bai and would not betray Mr. Bai, but he was afraid that someone would have a different opinion. !

Reporting this kind of behavior will never stop it! As their leader, Bai Liu must be the easiest to target!

Bai Liu stood under the sun and opened his eyelids. The rose in his right eye was full of vitality and beauty that the refugees had never seen before.

With a strange smile on his face, Bai Liu asked the refugee: "Why do you want to put an end to this kind of behavior?"

The refugee was stunned: "But if it can't be stopped, the thing you led us to do will be completely scrapped..."

"First, people are self-interested creatures. No one will put aside the benefits they can get in front of them, and choose to take risks for what another person is going to do. This is illogical, so this kind of accusation that can benefit The behavior of others is fundamentally impossible to stop."

Bai Liu glanced at him, and continued, "Second, I think you have been mistaken about one thing. I am not leading you to do this thing. The main body of this matter is you. I am just a person who you bought a solution for." Managers, you are the ones paying the price.”

"To sum up, the only way to completely solve the problem of reporting and reporting is to let the main body of resistance become everyone in your group, not me, an illusory symbol."

"When you yourself can get the most benefit from this matter, the logic of interest in reporting this matter itself is not valid."

Bai Liu looked at him indifferently: "What you have to do is to let everyone inside, under your instigation, realize that they are the subject of the crime, not the object, and the target they want to report includes themselves."

"Then, what should I do?" The refugee looked at Bai Liu with hope in his eyes, "Mr. Bai, how should I incite them?"

The corners of Bai Liu's mouth curled up, and he showed the friendly smiles that Mu Sicheng, Mu Ke, Liu Jiayi and Tang Er would all shudder after seeing: "If it were me, I would probably say this..."

The refugee watched everything that happened in the factory in a trance.

What happened just now, almost every step was carried out according to what Mr. Bai told him. Mr. Bai even mentioned a few words to make him emphasize children and future generations when he was talking, and make eye contact with the mother who asked him yesterday. comminicate--

—and this mother would be the first to be successfully instigated by him.

As long as the first person steps out and the window is broken, the rest will be easy to deal with.

It wasn't a difficult task in the first place - Mr. Bai commented lightly - this kind of common interest group that is oppressed to the extreme is best to be incited.

Because they have no worse option than the status quo.