Mamba wasn't fooled by his tricks.

"If you're injured, you're injured, let him take care of himself, don't come to us for this little thing!"

The Mamba said sternly: "Remember, you are not allowed to cross the cordon under any circumstances, and the next time something like this happens, you will be killed!" ”

The other party still said procrastinatingly: "However, that brother is seriously injured, if he doesn't treat it quickly, one leg will definitely be useless, and he won't be able to work in the future." ”

Seeing that he had no intention of retreating, and outside the cordon, several other overseers and workers were also eyeing him.

Mamba's tone became even more gloomy: "It seems that you six are not going to do it anymore." ”

"I warn you one last time, if you don't want to die, break your arm, otherwise, there is only one way to die!"

The man also completely ripped off the mask of hypocrisy and sneered: "Hehe, you don't know it yet, right? You're all gone, and there's only three or two people left, and you still want to scare me? ”

"Brothers, as long as you kill them, there is food and clothing in the gathering place, everyone follow me together!"

Of course, he didn't plan to rush to the front himself, but just shouted loudly, trying to stir everyone up.

However, except for the six overseers, the others reacted very little, and these six people had been beating and scolding the workers at will before, and now there are not many people who are willing to follow them.

At this time, the Mamba spoke: "Listen, kill these six people, everyone will have meat to eat!" ”

His voice was much deeper than ever, and every word was accented, and the phrase shook everyone's eardrums like a subwoofer.

The workers outside the police cordon in the distance, their originally confused and indifferent eyes, suddenly had a focus.

Kill them, kill them!

There is meat to eat! There is meat to eat!

This short sentence made the blood of more than 20 workers boil.

Looking at these overseers who had been riding on their heads and doing whatever they wanted, I remembered the hardships and sins I had endured before.

The mood of revenge ignited everyone, and no one needed to shout slogans or take the lead, everyone took action.

"Kill! Kill! The four overseers in front of the crowd were overwhelmed by the crowd before they even had a chance to react.

The workers kicked with their feet, pinched with their hands, and bit with their teeth, hammering these guys who ate human flesh and drank human blood to an inhuman shape.

The two people standing in the cordon immediately panicked and shouted loudly: "Don't fight infighting!" Don't be infighting! Just kill them, and we will have what we want! ”

However, no one listened to their words, and they were greeted by two sharp metal spears.

Mamba and Ena took advantage of the chaos and rushed up to stab the two without saying a word.

The metal spear pinned the two to the ground, and they could only shed the last drop of blood in their bodies in despair.

Outside the cordon, the chaos was also coming to an end, and the workers threw the four dead overseers into the cordon, eyes on the mamba.

Mamba waved his hand: "Ena, go get spider jerky and give it to them, one piece per person!" ”

Ena said with some concern: "But, in case they rush together, you ...... alone"

Mamba shook his head: "Don't worry, they will listen to me." ”

……

Mamba's sentence just now used his new skill "instigation".

It's a sharp skill that splits the enemy faction, tearing apart that fragile alliance between them with a single word.

Of course, this is also a shadow left behind by Fran a long time ago when he assigned labor.

The so-called middle layer is not used to carry the pot on the top and vent the air on the bottom.

Today, their mission has also reached the end, and by the way, they have made the final contribution to alleviating class contradictions.

With his hands behind his back, Mamba glanced at the workers outside the cordon, and if they hadn't crossed the cordon, it meant that they were used to following the rules they had set.

"As I said, kill them and have meat to eat, and I'll give you cash in at once."

He pointed to the six corpses on the ground: "They broke the rules and died, but we have to keep doing our work, otherwise everyone will go hungry." ”

"Now I give you a chance to choose a leader of your own choosing, and he will communicate with us."

"In the future, your food standard will be doubled, and you will also receive a one-token salary if you complete the assigned tasks every day."

"Or, if you want to leave, you can leave at any time."

By this time, Ena had already walked over with a large pile of spider jerky.

There are a total of 29 workers, each with a piece of jerky, impartiality and equal treatment.

After Mamba and Ena had disposed of the bodies of the six overseers, a tall, thin man came alone outside the cordon.

"I am the head of the United Workers' Organization, and I want to talk to you about what we are doing now."

……

Seeing Mamba and the other party talking about performance, treatment, and salary, Tang Hao couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Is this a direct evolution from slavery to capital? That's a big step.

After the expedition departed, the efficiency of the gathering place decreased considerably.

At full capacity, the "G-type standard construction template" can produce five suits and five pairs of boots a day, and the market price is around 300 tokens.

And the labor cost is only thirty or forty tokens in total.

A thousand percent profit, that's enough to drive anyone crazy.

Even if it is the three major families of the "fortress", the business on the surface is so much flowing in a day.

As long as Taoguang is obscure and stabilizes the waves, the gathering place will soon be able to accumulate very considerable wealth.

Building a high wall, accumulating grain, and slowly becoming the king, Tang Hao is still very clear about this set of procedures.

Now that everything is on track at the gathering place, it would be even better if that "smart base adjutant" could bring more surprises to himself.

……

The man who negotiated the Mamba was named Britz, who was also the leader of a certain settlement, and after the flood, he wandered all the way to this place with the seven surviving people.

I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck, none of the six overseers that Fran picked before were from their gathering place.

It is precisely because of this that the largest number of people in their gathering places are now among the remaining workers.

This is why Britz was able to become a leader of the workers.

"We have three needs, one is three meals a day, regular and quantitative."

"The second is the work goal, the workload per person per day is 20 units of compression block, the pressure is too great, resulting in many people suffering from work-related injuries, we want to reduce it to 15 units, and the salary is one token per day according to what you said before."

"The third is that we want each person to have the same clothes as you, as well as boots."