After satisfying his thirsty throat, Paul left the tavern and wandered aimlessly.

His mood was not much better because of a glass of wine, on the contrary, his mood could be said to be more depressed at the moment.

The arrest of Mr. Britz, a phlogiston supplier, meant it was more difficult for him to find his job. Because Britz is a supplier and has many contracts with other phlogiston refineries. As soon as he entered, there was no one to be found in these contracts, and the city of Axtai was likely to be greeted by a Great Depression.

After all, the largest supplier of phlogiston refining, which is a pillar industry, was arrested, and other small and medium-sized enterprises simply could not eat the resources vacated after Britz left, and they didn't know how many workers would lose their jobs once the turmoil passed.

As for Paul, who is already unemployed, let alone find a job.

However, it is also impossible to wait until Mr. Blitz is released from prison. Equating phlogiston's private export with treason, Paul didn't know why Britz did it, but it was an indisputable fact that he would spend the rest of his life in prison. Unless something happens to the prison robbery, he won't be able to get out for the rest of his life.

"What will the city become in the future............

Carrying the bottle and taking a sip of wine, Paul walked dejectedly to his house. The three-month salary in his hand is enough for him to maintain his life for about a month and a half at most, and after that, he can really only go to work as a coolie.

Just when he was confused about life, a loud slogan was heard in the distance.

"Raise your salary! Raise! Raise! We are asking for a raise! We ask for protection! ”

A procession of banners walked past him with their heads held high, and they were self-organized groups of city workers who, as soon as they had time to work, took out banners and ran out into the streets to demand a raise.

Paul used to look down on them, and in his heart he could get more pay if he worked quietly and hard, and the guy who ran out on the street and yelled for a raise, for a safety and security, for a job position, was nothing more than a lazy person who wanted to avoid his efforts.

But today, he joined them by magic. After draining the bottle of liquor in one gulp, a red-faced Paul joined the procession and shouted louder than anyone else.

"Raise your salary! Job! Raise! Job! ”

His body is tall and powerful, and he has more momentum than others when he pulls his neck and shouts. Soon, his roar drowned out the others next to him.

A young man in a cargo hat squeezed through the crowd to his side, patting him on the arm. It took a while for Paul, whose head was stimulated by alcohol, to realize that someone was looking for him.

"What's the matter?"

He said angrily.

"Big man!" The young man in the overalls smiled kindly. "What's your name?"

"Paul." Paul frowned and said, "Just call me Paul." ”

"Well, Paul. Let me guess, you must be an unemployed worker! The young man in the overalls didn't care about Paul's vigilance at all, and said to him with a grin.

"Yes, that's right. And then what? ”

"Then, would you like to join us?"

The young man leaned into Paul's ear and whispered, "Do you want to help us rescue Mr. Britz?" ”

Paul's excited blood was poured cold by this sentence. "You—you mean...... robbery, robbery ......"

"Shh......h

The young man made a silent gesture, then nodded, "That's right. ”

"I won't do it!"

Paul refused without hesitation! Prison robbery? It's a joke with his life!

"Don't get excited."

The young man soothed, "I don't mean to let you go with us to rob the prison, I mean, you just need to shout slogans in a louder voice." ”

"Then I won't do it......

"We can give you a position as a senior technical director."

Paul's refusal was snapped back. When the young man in the overalls saw his expression, he also said proudly: "Actually, I am a secret police officer from the imperial capital. I already have evidence of the Mayor of Axtaire's collusion with the Ryan Kingdom, and that poor Mr. Britz is innocent. We must get him out! If you can help me, how about I use my right to persuade Mr. Britz to give you a position as Senior Technical Director? ”

Honestly, Paul was moved. Although the young man's words would reveal quite a few loopholes if he carefully scrutinized them, he only demanded that he work harder and shout.

Just shouting can be exchanged for a position as senior technical director of Mr. Britz's phlogiston company.

“………… You really didn't lie to me? ”

"Of course!"

The young man in the overalls swore an oath: "I swear you will not be in any danger!" ”

Paul was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "It's done!" ”

"Very well, welcome, buddy."

The young man smiled and hugged Paul's sturdy body, and then instructed: "Remember, shout your wishes with the hardest and loudest voices!" ”

With that, he pushed through the crowd and disappeared into Paul's eyes.

Paul took a deep breath and took stock of his thoughts. He has the confidence to shout louder than anyone else, and as long as he shouts hard, he can get a job that makes people blush............

"Sounds like a dream, but what if he really didn't lie to me?"

Thinking like this, Paul puffed out his chest and roared loudly:

"Work!! Raise!!!!! ”

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Before you know it, the procession has grown to a fairly large size. Many of the ordinary workers who joined later looked with reverence at the leader of the procession, Paul, who shouted the loudest.

They cheered him on and cheered him on. And Paul, who mistakenly thought that they were going to compete for "work" with him, suddenly shouted even harder.

In the hearts of the marchers, they are just begging for legitimate rights and interests for their own welfare. But in the eyes of the gendarmerie, they are a destabilizing factor that causes chaos.

In front of the city hall gate, a group of gendarmes with weapons in their hands nervously watched the growing procession. Although they had guns in their hands, they could not have been pointed at the workers. In the face of the huge march, they have words of suffering.

"It can't go on like this! If you keep the team expanding, it could turn violent! ”

The captain of the gendarmerie walked up and down the mayor's office restlessly. "Isn't there a solution yet?! Mayor! ”

The mayor of Axtai was also irritated, and he said impatiently: "No! No matter how much I send someone to appease them, it is useless! The guy I sent out was pushed out of the crowd before they could make contact with the guy who shouted the loudest! They won't break up if they don't solve the leader! ”

The gendarmerie captain gritted his teeth hatefully and said, "Then just let the gendarmerie ......"

"Shut up!"

The mayor shouted angrily: "If you are really allowed to do so, it will 100% turn into violence!" ”

"So what do we do now?"

"I don't know, but contact with the leader is a must............"

While the mayor and the captain of the gendarmerie were struggling with how to get in touch with Paul, a city clerk suddenly barged in and said, "Mayor! Mayor! Good news! ”

He took a breath and said, "We've found a way to get in touch with the leader of the parade!" ”