That night, everyone in Xuanzhu County lacked enough sleep.

Even if you sleep like a dead pig, you will be shouted out to watch the fun. No, it is watching fireworks, not right. Oh, it is right to see the big bosses who are in trouble!

Bancheng District is full of fireworks, and the entire Xuanzhu County is visible. Fortunately, Bancheng District is located outside the county and is blocked by a city wall. Otherwise, it is difficult to say whether the fire will spread to the city. The walls facing Bancheng District are blackened.

The sound of firefighting was heard throughout the night sky. The patrol guards, chambers of commerce, and county magistrates all sent people to fight the fire. Even the gangs were looking for people to help, and they were responsible for working together to fight the fire and rescue the disaster. If the court still had the jurisdiction of Dongyang District, perhaps the Xuanzhu County magistrates would publish a report "The People's Firefighting" to seek credit.

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

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

"Oh, why are you anxious? No one lives in half of the city. They are all factories of rich people. There are no need for you to put out the fire."

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

"Oh, have you read the Youth Daily? Rich people's families always have faucets, and there is clean water inside. We drink well water that others don't want. They can just fill a pool of water and swim. What's the use of moving this little water? Sitting here and watching. When the rich people turn on the faucet, the fire will be extinguished."

Then the fire could not be extinguished the next day.

However, it is dawn, which means that the warriors are out of the weak state at night, and the fire-fighting efficiency has increased by dozens of percentage points. In addition, half of the city is surrounded by water on three sides. Although the river water is a little smelly due to industrial pollution, it can be used at least, and it will quickly divert water to extinguish most open flames.

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

However, since some people are gloating about the factory being burned, then naturally some people will be indignant about it.

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

"The factory is gone, do we still have a job? Will the salary be paid?"

"Let's pay for the half month first!"

"Master Zhou, our family is waiting for the rice to be put into the pot. Please give the money for the past half month first."

"Why did those who killed the gods bomb the factory!"

The vehicles slowly drove across the street, and the doors of many chambers of commerce shops in the outer city were closed, and workers gathered outside and shouted loudly - they were all supposed to go to the factory to work early in the morning, but now they are in the past and may only be able to do brick-moving and reconstruction work.

“It’s so miserable…”

Hearing Qinglan's sigh, Leyu rubbed her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"So many factories are gone, and there will definitely be many workers who will be unemployed." Qing Lan looked outside and said, "How should these people who are counting on working in the factory live now? How should their families survive? I wonder how many people want to sell their children and daughters, and displace themselves..."

Before they knew it, Qing Lan clenched his fists: "The people of the backlighters are indeed a group of rioters in troubled times who are afraid of the world's chaos! Why do they attack the half-city area, why do they smash everyone's jobs? Why do they choose to be on duty when the young master is on duty..."

Leyu was not angry at all. He was not a Bai Ye Xinger. Qinglan scolded Bai Ye for his nothing?

But at least this plan was made by Yueyu, so he defended himself: "But don't you think the fundamental reason why these things happened is that Yinxue wants to lower their wages and strengthen the exploitation of workers? The resistance of the backlight elements is actually to resist the workers to the factory, so that Yinxue will know that they can't do whatever they want."

Qinglan shook her head: "But Yinxue just wants to get more money from them, and the backlighter did this to smash the plate, making everyone unable to eat!"

Leyu shrugged: "If Silver Blood continues to do such arbitrary behavior, the workers will sooner or later not be able to eat."

Qing Lan didn't believe it: "How is it possible? If workers can't have food, then will there be no one working in the factory?"

"Then set a threshold." Leyu said calmly: "Suppose that Huiyao men start to lose their physical strength and work efficiency when they are 34 years old, then they only hire young men, and the salary they give them is only allowed to fill their stomachs or buy a bottle of wine to numb themselves, and they will fire him when they are old. Although they are young in the past, new young people have grown up, generation after generation, and there will never be a shortage of workers in the factory."

"If a machine is used as a metaphor, then the worker is the part gear of the factory machine. 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 this guess: "How is it possible..."

"How is it impossible?" Leyu asked back: "In the past, the world was not in chaos, and the court could still interfere in Dongyang, so the Silver Blood Society did not dare to do anything. But now the districts are in chaos and the court is weak, and the Silver Blood Society has been ready to move."

"My brothers, maybe they were just scapegoats for the Silver Blood Society... The reason why workers riots often is because they can eat enough? The Silver Blood Society has long wanted to make workers unable to eat this food."

"If this attack on the backlight molecule can really make the silver blood restrain a little, it will be a victory."

There is actually not much evidence what Leyu said, it is more just his guess.

But when he looked through Jing Zhengwei's memories over the years, he suddenly discovered something very interesting: in the year when the old emperor was assassinated and died suddenly, many chambers of commerce of the Silver Blood Society hoarded materials at the same time, causing prices to soar and complaints from the public, but soon the county magistrate and the Silver Blood Society reached an agreement, and the goods were circulating normally, and prices fell slightly - but they were still more expensive than before.

The tentative price rise is successful.

Then Yinxue will ask each chamber of commerce with a large number of factories to manage its own workers' slaves and not cause any workers' riots again, so the Jing family is under heavy pressure. However, this requirement is essentially to ask the Jing family to make a choice: if you cut the flesh and feed the workers' flesh, or if you cut the workers' flesh, they can't make a fuss.

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

So Jing Zhengwu and the others stepped on the thunder for the Silver Blood Society and began to tentatively lower their salary, but this time they hit the steel plate this time.

Even without the Jing family, Yinxue will sooner or later introduce similar measures - the impact of wars in various districts, the influx of refugees in the sky, and the actual environment are forcing them to increase the pressure on the bottom. How would they cut their own meat to feed the bottom's belly?

The real purpose of the Silver Blood Society is about to emerge: they know that their basic foundation for fighting for power and profit is actually their own means of production, factories and workers, so they try every means to stabilize this basic foundation, invent the vastness of the slave system, and collude with the government and military to jointly suppress the riots. These are normal operations based on this reason.

However, due to the existence of Bai Ye and the like of the backlight organization, the internal suppression of the Silver Blood Society has not achieved much results. It either riots here or protests there, and it is like weeds that burn them. The world is chaotic, and it is also an opportunity for the Silver Blood Society - the court cannot control them, and they can test the workers' bottom line as much as possible.

The best situation is to minimize the workers' bottom line, which just keeps the workers alive, but also makes them tired of work, unable to resist and think, turning them into gear parts that only know how to live and work, completely cutting off the hidden dangers of the silver blood-like basic plate.

The class contradictions in Dongyang District have long been so large that they may break out at any time. The outbreak of conflicts is often caused by dissatisfied people waving their fists to the vested interests. There are two directions to resolve class contradictions: ease the contradictions and let the dissatisfied people put down their fists; or if they do not resolve the contradictions and solve the dissatisfied people - let the dissatisfied people raising their fists.

Silver Blood will walk, which is the road ahead.

In fact, Leyu has always been quite pessimistic about Xuanzhu Baiye. If Huiyao was still a feudal era with swords, guns, swords and halberds, then they would have hope of overturning the Silver Blood Society with the Pitchforks, but the problem is now the era of hot weapons being shot by guns and weapons. Faced with the Silver Blood Society with the support of the Yang Army, as long as Baiye did not have the same powerful violent armed forces, their uprisings would only lead to bloody suppression.

Leyu didn't expect a way to break the deadlock, and he just took one step at a time.

"But, but..." Qing Lan hesitated with anxiety. She saw the noisy workers outside, and said happily like the candidates who were looking at the correct answer in the exam: "But backlighters attacked the factory. No matter how many reasons they had, it was these poor people who paid the price! They lost their jobs and stopped their hands. How could they survive?"

"There will be a job." Le Yu said calmly: "When the factory burns, we will naturally have to rebuild the factory production machine. If we don't say anything else, they can at least move bricks. Before I go out, I ask the housekeeper to notify the factory manager to start the reconstruction work."

Qinglan pointed out the loophole: "But others may not necessarily rebuild factories! Backlight molecules like this can come from places where they can attack at any time. Will other chambers of commerce still be willing to build factories here?"

"Of course."

"Why?"

"There is a cockroach at home. Will you throw your home away in other places?" Leyu smiled and said, "What's more, Xuanzhu County is a more important place than the family for the Silver Blood Chamber of Commerce. In other places, the chamber of commerce is just a bag of money from the political and military realms. The pigs you want to ask for, but in Xuanzhu County, they can stand together with the other two parties through grouping."

"Compared with the attitudes towards chambers of commerce in other places, backlight molecules are not a big trouble for the Silver Blood Society. They will not only build factories, but also build more and larger, and use workers to fight against the county magistrates and the Heyang Army!"

"After that's it." Leyu looked at Qing Lan with a puzzled look: "Do you have a big grudge against the backlighters? I see that you have been trying to curse them, and I thought you would secretly applaud them in your heart."

Qinglan's eyes dodged: "I... I don't think as much as the young master, so I feel very angry when I see them ruining so many people's jobs. And..."

She lowered her head and played with her fingers, saying casually: "Aren't the backlighters your enemy, young master? It's them who hurt you..."

Leyu suddenly realized that Qinglan said bad things about Bai Ye to please me.

Alas, even Qinglan, a miserable person, has learned the ability to speak lies to others.

He was obviously a proletariat, but he was still standing on the standpoint of his capital class, whining backlight elements with a verbal conspiracy just to win over his favorability.

Silver Blood will really turn people into ghosts!

Leyu originally thought that after promoting Qinglan to the position of editor-in-chief and allowing her to regain confidence and happiness from her work, she should be almost transformed.

When did Leyu get tired of playing - he meant playing with the identity of Jing Zhengwei - before he ran away, he gave Qinglan a lot of money to let her start a new life wherever she could go.

But now it seems that Qinglan's transformation still has a long way to go, and Leyu has to continue to remove the inferior thoughts in her heart!

Le Yu touched Qing Lan's head and said, "Oh... don't worry about me in the future. Tell me your own thoughts boldly. Look at how casual I will scold Yinxue, learn more. Even if you scold Yinxue in front of me, I will not blame you, no need to say such words of deliberate pleasing me."

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

"ah?"

"I didn't say anything."

After the car drove into the inner city, the car stopped slowly, and Mi Die, who was driving, said, "Young Master, you're here."

Leyu stood up: "Lisan and I get out of the car, Midie, please continue to send her to the newspaper."

"Young Master." Qing Lan grabbed his hand: "Can I go with you?"

"This is not the Jing family, of course you can't go." Leyu waved her hand: "Go and go, don't think about not going to work. You are late for the inner city with me, go to the newspaper honestly."

Qinglan said worriedly, "Young Master... you want to come back."

"I was not in danger and felt like you were talking about death. What's the point of caring about this? Care more about yourself." Leyu closed the car door unhappily: "Goodbye!"

Seeing the car turning around and driving towards the outer city, Leyu turned her head and said to Lisan: "What's there to worry about? Can I still encounter danger in the inner city?"

"…right." Lisan nodded.

In front of Leyu was an ordinary courtyard, with a vulgar plaque "Go to Win Fortune" hanging at the door, and a street sign here hanging on the wall next to the door: No. 88.

He went up and picked up the copper bell at the door and knocked on the door. Soon a well-dressed middle-aged man opened the door: "Is it Master Jing, the patrol team?"

"yes."

"Please come in, everyone is in the main hall."

The middle-aged man led the way for the Leyu, and Lisan was taken away by others. He did not bring bodyguards where he went now.

When he walked to the entrance of the main hall, the middle-aged man did not go in and reached out to Leyu: "Please."

Leyu calmly stepped across the threshold, carrying the sunshine of Chuchen, and walked into this hall that was so overwhelming that it looked a little dark inside-

Eighty-eight pairs of eyes looked at the musical lyrics walking into the door at the same time.

In front of Leyu was a large main hall, the size of an auditorium. Four large round tables were placed in four directions of the main hall. The sunlight from the only skylight shone in the middle of the four round tables. Each round table was filled with twenty-two people, totaling eighty-eight people.

They are representatives of the Eighty-Eighth Chamber of Commerce.

Here is the Silver Blood Society.

Leyu scanned the audience and quickly found the target. She went over and stood with them: "The team took the blame to gather!"

Qin Leyin: "?(^?^*) Westbrook, you are here."

Quan Xin: "(°〼°〃) What's the blame?"

Luo Zhen: "(○｀ 3′○) It's nothing to do with me."

Lan Jianbo: "≡w≡I don't know if I want to take the blame, but I know someone among us must take the blame."

Listen to Chaozao: "(′Д`) I shouldn't play Monopoly with you..."
Chapter completed!