Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

[I say your mother! 】

Bitrett Fox heard such "crazy" insults at the next moment, and couldn't react for a while, because most of the ethnic groups in the empire didn't swear in this way.

He calmed down his heart that was beating wildly because he couldn't bear Chen Yan's will, and once again he firmly thought in his head:

'Fox!take it easy!The process is tortuous, but the future is bright!You are just hallucinating because you are too nervous!Nothing to be afraid of!All enemies are paper tigers!After this battle, you will have your own fairness and justice! '

Chen Yan listened to his inner voice, and for a moment didn't know how to express her anger.

It was also during the moment of his hesitation that the organizers of the parade had arrived outside the main entrance of the House at the end of the square.

This gigantic monster with ancient architectural style in Yanan City lay quietly in the snowstorm, with its dark silhouette looming in the snowstorm. Such a sense of mystery deterred most of the marchers.

They are the ruled, and even if they choose to march, they always maintain awe of power in their hearts.

The organizers stayed under the steps in front of the House and did not step up the steps.

They know that their power comes from the hundreds of thousands of people behind them, and once they leave the crowd, their power will surely decline.

They are not just a few people. An organizer usually brings more than ten guys. These guys are obviously loaded with live ammunition. Even compared with the armed forces of the House, their simple protective gear and non-standard firearms seem Ridiculous, but they stood up and overcame most of their fear in the face of enemies in heavy body armor.

Chen Yan felt a little relieved when he saw these people who stood up and felt most of their firm ideas.

Opposite them were representatives of the House of Representatives headed by Churchill Winston, who were almost armed to the teeth, especially Michael Heinrich, who wore three layers of body armor, so that his whole body looked extremely bloated Yes, like a buffoon in a theatre.

In comparison, Freeman Stafford looked much more normal. He was just wearing a normal cotton trench coat, an ordinary-looking brown octagonal hat, and he didn't even wear body armor.

A long table and some chairs were moved between the two groups, and the two parties sat down one after another in vigilance.

People on both sides were somewhat nervous inside, but they still kept calm on the surface. Even though most of them had already prepared what they wanted to say and thought about the benefits they wanted to obtain, when they faced such a confrontation for the first time, , nor exempt from nervousness.

When observing the people on both sides, Chen Yan was surprised to find that among the people present there was someone he could not perceive——Churchill Winston, the guy with this legendary name, did not establish a quantum relationship with Chen Yan. Entangled channels.

Chen Yan knew the identity information about Winston Churchill from other people's memory.

[In other words, this Winston Churchill did not obtain information through the mobile phone just now, so when I established the quantum entanglement channel through the downlink channel, I failed to establish it on him. 】

After a flash of thought in Chen Yan's mind, the meeting started with the marchers.

"Our biggest appeal is wages."

The speaker's name was Wei Ji, who was originally a worker in a steel factory.

As one of the most difficult types of factories in the industrial zone, steel factories are labor-intensive, low wages, and high casualty rate. The key is that they almost only need brute force, and they can be done by individuals, so the involution is extremely serious.

Such serious involution has led to an unimaginable wage system. Even a skilled worker like Weiji can only get 10 pennies a day, which is at least 2 pennies lower than skilled workers in other factories.

Among the entire group of demonstrators, the heavy labor workers represented by Weegee are the group most eager to improve their wages.

"We need to have a minimum wage - a legal minimum wage - and if a factory violates that wage, there will be sanctions."

Wedge and his colleagues clearly knew that fairness could only be maintained by strict law enforcement-one of the most valuable conditions they concluded from the strike simulator.

"At least 20p a day."

Weiji obviously felt guilty when he said this figure. For those who sell their labor, 20 pence a day is the salary that only a skilled worker can get for an assembly line leader.

The reason why they proposed this standard is that the results of countless runs in the simulator told them that negotiations with the House of Representatives are no different from bargaining with businessmen-they cannot express their psychological bottom line as soon as they come up, which will cause the other party to Haggle to the point where they are unacceptable.

Wage took out two documents from his arms.

One of them was a manuscript that I had discussed with my companions, and I saw that it was crookedly mixed with various symbols, marks, and even characters of other nationalities.

The other was a thick stack of photocopied documents, which had been soaked with sweat, so that when he handed them over, it caused Michael Heinrich's strong discomfort.

The marchers glared at the evasive Michael Heinrich, but it didn't help the latter.

Weiji pointed at the file awkwardly and said:
"That's the factory ledger we got before we came here."

He was very nervous, because this was the first time he had a conversation with such a big person. Before that, the highest-ranking person he had ever met was just the sheriff of the police department in a certain street in the industrial area.

He was originally just a farmer from the countryside around Yanan City. Before he became a worker, he had never read a book. After entering the factory, the most he came into contact with was the machine. This kind of life experience made him a closed character. If it were not for the strike Simulators and forums have enlightened him, and he may not even know how much salary he should get.

Now, he has received enough knowledge that allows him to understand the truth of the world and gives him the confidence to become an organizer.

Wei Ji's thinking is simple: things must be as they should be.

Workers put in a lot of labor and have to get a living wage, which is fucking natural.

But when he faced adults for the first time—especially under dozens of beautiful gun barrels, the huge psychological pressure still made him so nervous that he could hardly speak.

The tension was eased until a thought echoed in his mind.

[Calm down, Wei Ji, you can do it, you are fighting for your own interests, which is legitimate and just. 】

This idea did not appear in the form of sound—Chen Yan directly transmitted this "idea" through the quantum entanglement channel this time, so when the idea reached Wei Ji's mind, Wei Ji only thought that the idea was his own. idea.