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Chapter 210
Chapter 210 Flyer
“Those abominable capitalists regard us as slave labor and treat us as beasts. Should we just let them oppress us like this?”
“Those capitalists can transport the things that we have worked so hard to make to the imperial capital with only a pitiful salary, and sell them at high prices. They don’t need to pay, and they continue to reap wealth from energy sources. They don’t even want us to rest. It’s fair. ?”
“Unfair…” The people who listened to the lecture either sat or lay, and responded weakly.
Several workers who secretly identified themselves as members of the organization began to verbalize, adding fuel to the content of some small books, and using very personal emotional sentences to criticize the ugly and greedy faces of those big capitalists.
“What is a capitalist?” At some unknown time, beside the group of workers, came a honest middle-aged man with a greasy head and suspenders.
He is the supervisor of the workers in this plant, and he is relatively happy to get along with the workers on weekdays, and he is quite popular.
When several underground workers saw that the supervisor was finally attracted, they waved their hands and urged: “Director Bieber, come here, sit here, there is still time, I’ll tell you slowly!”
Supervisor Bieber shrugged, separated the workers, and sat on the stone pillar of the factory without any shy.
“Capitalists! Wealthy businessmen who have factories, money, and technology! They can lie down and make money by paying us wages and let us work. They are no different from slave owners! They don’t pay us, just like slave owners. It’s not a good thing not to feed the slaves!”
“Huo…you just say it in front of me, if you are monitored and listened to, be careful to lose your job, then don’t talk about it, forget it, I’ll go back and see the goods…” Director Bieber listened The underground workers were taken aback when they said this.
If this kind of slander of the big boss is heard by those dogs, the job may not be guaranteed!
He kindly persuaded him to get up and leave, but he didn’t dare to intervene.
“Eh eh eh! Director Bieber don’t leave, I have a basis for saying so!” One person pulled Director Bieber, and after exchanging eyes with his companions, he took out a small book from the tooling and stuffed it over, “Here you are. Take it, why do we say that, it’s all written in it, just don’t let the supervisor see it.”
Director Bieber took the small book disapprovingly and left. He didn’t want to say more, and he didn’t stop them from continuing to speak these words that vilified the big boss.
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In this spread of word of mouth, most workers gradually showed their hatred of capitalists.
In addition to the grievances accumulated by working overtime day after day, the explosive barrel has been formed silently, and the lead only needs an opportunity to ignite!
And those big capitalists, At the moment watching the report submitted, prepared trucks and trucks of supplies, and happily prepared to go to the imperial capital for a banquet, not caring what the workers thought.
If you dare to resist, the city defense forces and security companies in Black Rock City will teach those toolmen how to beg for food!
The night of December 26, 1012 in the imperial calendar!
All party members scattered in Blackstone City will be dispatched tonight, with the newly printed propaganda drafts, to officially reveal the truth of the world!
With their exhausted bodies who had been working overtime for more than half a month, the members were excited, and carefully avoided the city defense forces patrolling at night, and stuffed leaflets into the cracks of the doors of each door.
The action plan was reasonable and the division of labor was clear. It only took two hours. Every household in the Workers’ Block had an enlightenment leaflet.
The next morning, the workers got up with their tired bodies, washed and dressed at the call of the big pendulum clock Roar, ready to go to the factory to work.
After cold water slapped their faces, they were surprised to find a red leaflet under their door.
One worker family after another picked up the leaflet, taking advantage of the light of the morning, while eating breakfast, looking at the information on the leaflet.
The chewing movement slowly slowed down, and the figure of the child leaving the house to go to school no longer attracted their attention. These workers who had studied at the Obsidian College could read the contents of the leaflet without obstacles.
They put down the spoon and bread and looked at the content on the leaflet, their hands squeezed involuntarily, and their numb eyes gradually flickered.
“Brother Harder! You must look at this!”
The door of the hut was pushed open from the outside, and a young man grabbed the leaflet printed in red and broke into the home of a couple with extremely excited and excited expressions.
A couple having breakfast in the living room raised their heads, smiled and raised the same red leaflet in their hands.
A worker picked up the leaflet and learned a new concept, communism.
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In the administrative center of Black Rock City, Captain Allen was still wearing pajamas, sitting behind his desk with a red leaflet in his hand.
The content on the leaflet is not too much or less. After reading the full text, he only came to one conclusion.
“Can’t let these spread in the city, immediately mobilize all the city defense forces, collect them from house to house, and collect all the leaflets and burn them! Let those rice buckets move, and find out the forces behind the scenes in three days!”
Alan’s hands rose in flames, burning the leaflet to ashes, and with an ugly expression, he ordered the adjutant at the desk.
The adjutant, wearing heavy armor of the city defense army, nodded in response, turned and left in a solemn manner.
After the adjutant left, Allen sat in a chair and knocked on the table irritably. The content of the leaflet gave him a great shock.
It tells a brand-new concept and gives a unified class identity to the nobles and wealthy merchants of the empire.
This is a terrible thing!
In the past, workers and civilians were oppressed by the nobility, and their eyes would be focused on one point.
This point may be a certain nobleman, or it may be a certain wealthy businessman.
But the leaflets are clearly divided, so that the targets that the civilians can see spread from one point to the entire area!
They know who is the culprit of such misery and poverty in life. After having a specific goal, the confusion no longer appears, the goal is right in front of them!
Once the workers rioted and the civilians rebelled, it would no longer be the innocent shops used to vent their anger, but the big capitalists who are hiding in high-rise buildings and being heavily protected.
The appearance of these leaflets is definitely a well-planned conspiracy, with behind-the-scenes forces trying to overthrow all the capitalists in Black Rock City.
Among this, Alan himself is included.
It is precisely because he realizes that he will be affected, Alan’s face is so ugly.
A single spark can start a prairie fire, not to mention sprinkling fire oil on licorice, they will be burned out in ashes if they are accidentally in it!
Especially the provocative declaration on the back of the leaflet:
Get up, hungry slave!
Get up, suffering people all over the world!
The blood is full of blood already boiling,
Fight for the truth!
In the old world,
Slaves get up, get up!
Don’t say we have nothing,
We must be the masters of the world!
Snapped! Ambitious!
The more Alan thought about it, the more irritable he got. He stood up with a slap on the table, put on his armor, and went out.
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The city defense army began to search for the flyers sent out last night, and the capitalists who happened to travel to the imperial capital by carriage completely missed the opportunity to watch the flyers.
In today’s factories, workers have almost no motivation to work, and young workers are beginning to feel disgusted with numb work.
Especially when I think that what I am doing now is actually earning more money for capitalists, and my disgust doubles.
In a parts manufacturing plant, excited workers bowed their heads and fished, and constantly exchanged the content of the leaflets they picked up with the workers around them.
As the atmosphere gradually progressed, more than 30 city defense troops wearing armors engraved with the imperial emblem suddenly poured in outside the factory.