Chapter 233: Conspiracy [2]

On the way back, Durin pondered the mayor's words, and there was a faint message in his words that some people were dissatisfied with the way Durin was recruited, and it seemed that a similar demonstration was being planned. As a tourist city, it is definitely not a good thing if there is such news, people will question the stability and security of Ilian, and some tourists who plan to travel will also temporarily put aside their plans and choose to wait and see.

Either Durin will deal with this matter, or the city hall will deal with it, and there is no doubt that if the city hall is left to deal with it, it is very likely that both sides will criticize it, and then give a way to solve this matter. But that wasn't what Durin wanted, he didn't want his workers to be a bunch of provincials or any other race. He didn't have a high degree of education, and he had always been a spectator in another world, but he vaguely remembered that someone said this.

Only a pure team can have combat effectiveness.

Upon returning to the manor, Durin immediately arranged a job for Ellis, and he took Savi and the others to the Fifth District to find out who was trying to hold him back. Find the people who planned the operation and make a list of them, trying not to miss any of them.

Ellis quickly left with Savi and his friends, and Dover sat aside and asked a little incomprehensibly, "Boss, are you taking this matter too seriously?" It's just a group of provincial people who want to work, and it should be enough to teach them a lesson!"

Durin shook his head, "Look, that's what I often call the biggest difference between the Gualts and the Provincial Yas. The Gualts did not fight or grab, and they were submissive, and the war and the ensuing environment made many Gualts lose their courage. But if you look at those provincial people, no matter how bad the treatment they suffer and the environment in which they live, they are always fighting and robbing. Therefore, the social status of the provincial Ya people is now much higher than that of the Gualts. ”

"They still retain the wild nature of animals, and what they do makes the empire feel pain, so the empire gives them better treatment, a better environment. ”

"It may be a small thing, but it doesn't have to be a big thing. The collapse of many forces starts with small things, and if they make a big news this time and make the eyes of the whole empire focus on Ilian, do you think it is a small thing, or a big thing? So the mayor is right, you have to press these thorns down no matter what. ”

"In my territory, you have to listen to me!"

Totti came quickly, carrying a canvas bag on his back. Canvas bags are especially popular at the beach, mainly because they are more waterproof than other materials. The humidity on the seaside is very heavy, and materials such as pure cotton will have a wet feeling as long as they are carried for a day, and the things contained in it will also have an unknown degree of dampness, and the canvas bag does not have this problem.

He took out six notebooks from his bag, each of which was crammed with two hundred names, as well as their home addresses, family information, etc., which were the workers Totti had recruited for Doolin. Old Totti was clearly very attentive and hardworking, and after he introduced some of the men to Doolin, Dohrin raised his hand to stop him from continuing.

"Mr. Totti, I think I've understood, and thank you for your help, but I have a little thing I would like to inquire about. Totti was stunned for a moment, he sat up straight again and waited for Dohrin's inquiry, Doolin slowed down his speech as much as possible so that Totti would not hear clearly, "Mr. Totti, during this time, have any provincial people or other people come to look for work, and after you rejected them, has anyone said anything unpleasant or threatened you?"

Totti's expression became solemn, and he nodded, "Yes, Mr. Durin, the conditions you offered are so good that even I, an old man, can't help but want to work, not to mention those young people? There's a provincial guy named Mickey who has said something very rude, and I've heard that they seem to be trying to figure out how to contact you directly. How, isn't they ......"

Durin waved his hand, then stood up, he reached out and shook Totti, "Thank you very much for your hard work during this time, I have reserved a place for you to oversee the construction site, and your children can also work on the construction site if they want, thank you very much!"

Totti shook Doolin's hand and left with a look of confusion on his face, he didn't understand why Doolin was so interested in the issue, and even had someone drive him to pick him up and send him back. He wondered if those provincial Ya people had already contacted Du Lin, and if it really didn't work, it was not impossible to give up three or five hundred places. And just like that, Totti returned to the Fifth District with doubts, and he probably didn't know that a storm was brewing.

In fact, the provincial Ya people of the 5th arrondissement were very dissatisfied with Durin's recruitment plan, believing that the provincial Ya people were far superior to the half-dead Guartes in terms of social status and ability to work. If only one or two people were unhappy about this, it might not be a problem, but when many of the provincial yamen knew about Durin's recruitment criteria and were told that only Guartes could apply, the group of provincial yamen who jumped up and down were angry.

"Why should only Guartes be able to work there, and why can't we?", Mitch waved his fist as he looked at his compatriots sitting around the campfire, "more than the basic salary required by the workers' union, two full-sized lunches and dinners, and even one day off a week, so that high-quality employment places should be open to all good people, not just Gualts!"

Mickey, who had worked at the docks for a long time, was familiar with the rioters, and while complaining to the workers' union about Doolin's racial discrimination in recruitment, he also called on some of his compatriots who also held a grudge against him to hold a demonstration to protest Doolin's discrimination against the provincial people.

He told everyone that he was not demanding, and that by giving himself a job in management and giving him another 2,000 places, he would be able to quell the demonstrations he had started. Mickey's purpose from the beginning was for his own benefit, and at the same time, he hoped that through this incident, he could elevate his status among the Ya people of the Fifth District Province and make himself a person like "Abion".

Some people think that Abion is shameful, but there are also those who think that Abion is worth learning from, and although he may have taken a lot of money, he has done a lot for everyone. There are two sides to the story, and Abion's fault is that he has been financially beneficial, and he is greedy for fame and status, which is why people are disappointed in him, so that he is spurned.

If you don't think about fame, maybe Abion is still the Abion that everyone praises, but everyone won't like him.

Mickey came back to his senses after a moment's distraction, the bonfire imprinted his face red, his face distorted slightly, "If you are not willing to be discriminated against, on the last day of this week, we will go to demonstrate outside Mr. 350,000's manor!"

A relatively older provincial yaren sitting on the side scratched his head, "What if Mr. 350,000 doesn't compromise?"

"Don't compromise, then we'll make trouble every day until he compromises!", the muscles on Mickey's face relaxed, and he clapped his hands, "Don't worry about this, those rich guys are more face-saving than you can imagine, they will definitely compromise, and they will compromise at the first time." I hope that everyone will be able to go together this weekend, and when I find him to get our job, every one of you who will go with me will have a share!"

Perhaps under the temptation of a job with excellent benefits for three years, some people who are still a little hesitant blindly nod their heads in agreement under the group consciousness, and they never seem to think about what they may not be able to do. Mickey thinks things too simply, some things people and some things can't be done with a pat on the head.

After the meeting, Mitch and a few people who had a good relationship left directly, they had other things to say, small circle matters, so no one else here had to participate, and they were not eligible to participate. Once he got to a place where no one was around, Mickey checked his surroundings to make sure there was no one around, and after making sure there was no one around, he lowered his voice, "Brothers, do you want to make a lot of money?"

Mickey's friends have all played together since they were children at his doorstep, because they have no culture, and they are not good at studying, so they left school early and messed around outside, and now they can only be regarded as the lowest level of society. Some of them have been gangs, some have done robberies, and Mickey did not miss these things when he was young. After leaving the dock some time ago, he realized that if there was no other way to quickly accumulate the first money, he might always be a bottom of society in his life, and he was the garbage in the mouth of those rich people.

So he thought of a plan, a plan that was risky, but if it succeeded, he would definitely get rich - kidnapping.

His goal was Mr. 350,000, and the main reason why he set the target at Mr. 350,000 was because Durin was a Gualt. In this empire dominated by the Ogdings, the Gualts are the Gualts, and they will always be inferior. Even if Mr. 350,000 has an accident, people may pay attention to it for a while, but after a period of time, they will not pay attention again. The Imperial side will not arrest too much, although Mr. 350,000 is rich, there are many Ogding people who are unhappy with him!

His idea was to use the demonstrations to gain negotiating power, and then they would be able to enter the estate of Mr. 350,000.

As long as Durin is subdued, all that remains is to wait to get rich.