So, he's not venting other people's grievances...... Rather, he is venting his frustration with his fellow workers? ”

"Yes...... Target. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Sitting in front of Director Shi was none other than Luo Kemeng's tablemate.

"Classmate, take it easy, it's not your problem, you just need to tell the truth."

That's right, but Director Shi's sharp eyes, which are not much different from those of the Eagle Falcon, are still staring at him, so as long as he doesn't tell the truth for a while, I'm afraid he will be uncomfortable for the rest of his life.

"Yes, he said that Lipandesa used to be a thief, yes...... It's a thug, it's a dog in the slums. As for the rest...... Director, I can't think of anything more to say. ”

"Okay, you can go back first." Director Shi lowered his head and held the pen and quickly drew a line of words on the paper, and the smooth movement made the person opposite couldn't help but get goosebumps. "When I go back, go to the dormitory next door to you and find Lu Han...... Well, Ruhanmore said something to ask him to come to me. ”

Director Shi did not specifically target Rokmun, but all the night school students who were punished for violating the teaching rules. He, the director of the academic affairs office, who has no less authority than the leadership of the factory, can in principle directly let the workers suffer punishments such as suspension and review. Because of this, among the night school students at night and the workers during the day, he is almost the existence of "the worst legend".

It has long been rumored in the textile factory that the director of the academic affairs office knows everything about the teaching building of the Brunfolly Institute of Technology - not only the night school of the Shield City Textile Mill, but even the school of the Brunfolly Institute of Technology is said to be afraid of him. For this reason, the workers were generally afraid of being targeted by Director Shi, and even called to the office alone for an interview, afraid that the pair of eagle-like sharp eyes shot through everything and swept themselves.

In the word of mouth of the workers and students, this ordinary director of the academic affairs office was gradually demonized, and almost no one could remember that he was just an ordinary citizen, and he would be puzzled when he encountered something incomprehensible; In the face of the unknown, you can only find the answer by yourself, and you are not omniscient......

At this time, Director Shi scratched his head in the face of the stick notes he had sorted out. It's nothing else, it's just that this sign is just too abnormal. After summarizing the situation of all the students who received punishments to him, he suddenly found that less than 20% of the real emotional fluctuations were caused by dissatisfaction with the aristocracy, and the other reasons were due to conflicts with other workers and classmates in the class.

And the identity of these worker classmates...... Director Shi could only shake his head in more puzzlement after checking the roster to verify his memory. They were basically former serfs or military servants, urban poor and vagrants, and from the perspective of the camp, it was natural that they should be on the same side as the emotionally unstable workers.

Moreover, these workers who have risen from the bottom are at least virtuous and self-motivated, if not of good character and learning—unless they are motivated by jealousy, then what reason can explain the hatred of these land compensation workers? When Director Shi thought of this, he could only bite the pen in confusion and stared at the notebook in a daze.

Meanwhile, there was a commotion in Roxmond's dormitory.

"So you told him all the truth?"

"Is there anything else I can do...... Way? Roxmond's roommate and tablemate was blocked in the corner by Roxmond at this time, and he retreated step by step in the face of Roxmon's advance.

"Damn it!" Rokmon punched the wall next to his roommate's head hard, the pain growing his anger. "Okay, okay, one by one, when I saw that damn Director Shi, I lost my soul! What should I do now? Yes? What am I going to do? ”

"It's not a big deal." Another roommate interrupted his rant, "One crime cannot be punished twice, isn't this the important spirit of the central government's recent propaganda?" Rokmun, you've been punished yourself, what else is there to be afraid of? ”

"I'm scared and angry!" Luo Kemeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if he was still in front of Director Shi and the teacher, so he had no place to spit. "Those mud-legged people have the grace of the Chinese, and they think that Lao Tzu is the first in the world? When they offend the Chinese, isn't it true that the Chinese will cut them when they say they will cut them, and if they say they will take their jobs, they will take them away? ”

In Roquemon's eyes, the energetic work and study of those poor workers was simply a toe above their heads.

To add insult to injury, because of their experiences and current achievements, they are often promoted as model workers by various factories and units, which may further contribute to the resentment and jealousy of the land compensation workers against the real mud legs.

In the context of repetitive work, the freshness and sense of responsibility when you first enter the factory are all pressed by the pressure, replaced by the slack of wanting to be lazy, and the dissatisfaction with the fast-paced work.

Similar enterprises in Mendong may also be able to use Mendong's well-developed infrastructure to "consume" the pressure of workers while taking part of their wages; But in Shield City, there are only a handful of public entertainment facilities completed. In addition to the two-day night school and the usual work, the workers can basically only listen to stories and music on the radio after work, or go to the playground to grab a few balls, and as for the newly completed Shield City Cinema, the vast majority of workers can only sigh - they are indeed a little late after work, unless they don't eat, they can't catch up with the prime stall.

So, discontent is spreading among the ranks of the workers. Director Shi is not omniscient, but he smells a little nervousness in the air. Even before, the disdain and ridicule of the overboard nobles turned into a crime with these grievances as the source, and then found an outlet in the aristocratic woman Noya.

What does this mean? It can only be said that the discontent among the group of land compensation workers is not an isolated problem, but a general problem.

"Not necessarily." The other person who was lying on the bed looking at the pamphlet had been listening intently, and only then did he speak in a lazy tone when he heard this, "Maybe the family is a nobleman of the new dynasty, but you, this Luo Kemeng, who could only farm the land, is not. If you eat deflated, people may not eat deflated. ”

"Perran, what are you talking about?" Rokmon immediately took two steps back and gave up the encirclement to the poor bullet in the corner, "What a strange tone, what does it mean to make it clear!" ”

"Nothing." Perrin closed the pamphlet in his hand and turned to look at poor Rokmun, "You must know that the nobles of the old Elta Empire, no one stipulates that they were nobles before the Charles, or even before the Charles. ”

"Huh?" Rokmon grabbed the iron rod of the shelf bed, and stared at Perrin who was propping himself up, "Can you be more detailed?" ”

Pei Lan laughed dryly twice, and then slowly spoke: "Noble...... Well, the aristocracy is actually divided into two situations, Luo Kemeng, you must think that only those who are clothed and fed and practice the etiquette of the nobility are nobles, don't you? ”

"Or else?"

"Well, so let's consider the second scenario." Perrin sat up stiffly and began to gesture to help explain. "The aristocracy itself is the ruling class, the former Charlesian emperors and bureaucrats, and the tools and appeasements used by the central government today to rule the country. Luo Kemeng, you listen, now the face is written nobles, there are nobles who have noble titles, on the contrary, I think that these mud legs who are close to the Chinese and work for them are the real, the nobles of the New Elta Empire. ”

"Perran, are you crazy?" Rokmon couldn't understand the deep meaning for a while, and the hand holding the iron rod shook violently, shaking Pei Lan dizzy, "What do those mud legs contribute?" We've handed over the land to build some goddamn 'farm', and all they've done is open their mouths to eat! ”

"They don't need to contribute." After the shaking stopped, Perrin shook his head and said the crux of the whole thing, "In fact, they are also the side that has been deceived, and the Chinese and bureaucrats have only turned their share and the interest earned from our share into an illusory title of nobility, and then put it on their heads to make them satisfied, so that they can serve the Chinese and the country they have built with their dogs." And the reason for giving them is only that they are the most numerous, and once they are restless, they will cause the greatest obstacle to rule. ”

"Huh?" Rokmon could barely help himself in the face of this information that was ahead of his time, and the hand holding the iron rod was also released in a daze, and the whole person stood in place and could not move.

"And in the end, we will become 'nobles' like them. Ironic, right? Pei Lan shook the pamphlet in his hand, "In the language of the Chinese, the adjective 'noble' in the first half of the word 'noble' is exactly the same as the verb 'kneeling', so that 'noble people(s)' immediately becomes 'kneeling people(s)', do you think it is very in line with the real thinking of the Chinese?" Whether it is those of us who originally owned land, or those who are poor, tenants, and serfs, as long as this continues, there will be only one final destination. ”

"If you don't understand, if you don't fight, then the final destination can only be to become a slave who has no freedom, who works for others and will never be freed, and stand up! Face off against the new slave owner and fight with the weapons in your hands! ”

The words that Zhao Jiayin had spoken to him were perfectly retold in his mouth at this moment in a solemn and solemn manner.

"Why do you know so well?" Rokmun's eyes widened, and his sockets filled with the white of ignorance.

Perrin showed the pamphlet that had been hidden under his clothes, and opened the cover of the "Textile Work Safety Production Regulations" outside--the gold letters on the red background made Rokmun, who was completely unaware, shudder--

The blood-red book was printed with a few simple letters: "Elta Communist Manifesto".