In this way, the executives of the American Workers' Federation were taken by Carl into the cafeteria of Factory 16 in the Smith Factory District.

Unlike the old Yankee factory area and the old European factory area, the canteen in the Smith factory area is free of charge.

Instead, they charged a kind of bill that the executives of the American Staff Federation had never seen before - meal tickets.

Meal tickets are a kind of bills issued by Tom to employees, if you want to cook and eat by yourself, you can choose to receive food tickets instead of meal tickets.

Go to the corresponding exchange point to exchange for food.

Considering the intensity of work and the number of hours worked at the Smith site, most employees still chose meal tickets instead of choosing food tickets in exchange for food to cook for themselves.

Not to mention, is the food cooked by yourself as delicious as the food in the staff cafeteria in the Smith factory area mixed with Hextech?

In the name of flavorings, Tom Smith asked all his staff canteens to add a variety of flavorings that are not suitable for entering the human body.

But Tom Smith firmly believes that these flavorings must not have as much effect on the health of employees as they do for long working hours.

All Hextech employees who eat too much food will surely die of overwork before these Hextech products affect their bodies.

How can an employee who can only live for a maximum of thirty years be affected by the food Hextech products that will only have an impact after forty or fifty years?

After watching Carl take out a dozen meal tickets, the fat-headed, big-eared German-American security guard at the entrance of the staff cafeteria put the executives of the American Staff's Federation and Carl inside.

When I entered the staff cafeteria, there were rows of employees queuing up to pick up food.

Carl also led the senior management of the American Employees' Federation to stand behind the employees and line up to pick up the meal.

From beginning to end, Carl did not take advantage of his position as president of the Texas Staff Federation to enter without paying a ticket or cut the line to pick up meals.

All this is not because Karl does not have this power,

It's because Carl wants to put on a show for Silves,

Another reason is that Carl eats at Xiaozao in Houston every day, and the cafeteria staff here is not very familiar to him.

The executives of the American Staff Federation are very satisfied with the atmosphere of the cafeteria, and feel that the employees who eat in the cafeteria are very energetic.

Carl's handing over the ticket and queuing won their favor.

Such a factory atmosphere is really rare.

Soon it was the turn of the executives of the American Staff Federation,

Today, the staff lunch in the staff cafeteria at Factory 16 in the Smith Factory District is a large loaf of bread and a bowl of millet porridge.

This type of lunch is also common in the canteens of the old industrial area of Yankee and the old industrial area of Europe.

Carl and his group sat in a corner of the staff cafeteria.

After sitting down, Karl began to eat the loaf of bread and drink the bowl of porridge.

Carl rarely eats meals from the staff cafeteria, but he doesn't alike them.

Carl didn't know why, but he always felt that after eating the food in the staff cafeteria, he would feel delicious, fragrant, happy, and satisfied.

Carl didn't really like this feeling,

Silves and the executives of the American Staff Federation ate ate a bite of bread first,

After just one bite of bread, they fell in love with this delicious food.

In addition to the delicious food, the executives of the American Staff Federation found that there was no sawdust or newspaper smell in the bread.

"Is this really a staff meal?"

"There are no newspapers or sawdust!"

Not believing that Tom Smith could treat ordinary employees so well, a senior executive of the American Staffing Federation broke open the bread and tried to find in the bread the sawdust and newspapers that were common in the canteens of the old industrial areas of Yankee and the old industrial areas of Europe.

As a result, no foreign objects were found.

And at this moment, another senior executive of the American Staff Federation, who was drinking porridge, drank something that made him incomprehensible - diced beef!

If you ask Carl, who often eats good steaks, to eat this diced beef, he will definitely find that these diced beef are not very good quality beef.

But for these high-level executives of the American Staff Federation, who have not seen much meat for many years, this is the supreme delicacy in the world.

"There's diced beef in this bowl of porridge!"

"And quite a few!"

This excited senior executive of the American Staff Federation, unbelievers, used a spoon to frantically spin and stir this bowl of rice porridge.

His long experience in fighting with the factory owners led him to think that these diced beefs must be very few.

But he found more and more diced beef.

He didn't believe it was true, so he looked at the porridge in the bowls of the other American staff federation executives.

As a result, everyone has diced beef in their bowls of porridge.

He stood up again and walked around the cafeteria, looking at the porridge on the other tables.

In the end, it was found that there were a lot of diced beef in everyone's bowls.

The senior executive of the American Staff Federation could only walk up to an employee who had just finished eating and asked him what he was most concerned about.

"In this staff canteen, can you drink meat porridge and eat such good bread every day?"

He was eager for the other party to answer him with a satisfactory answer - that is, the employees usually can't drink meat porridge at all, and they can't see meat.

"How can you eat bread and drink porridge every day."

The first sentence of the other party's answer also made him get his wish.

But the next sentence of this ordinary employee made the senior management of the American Employees' Federation even more shaken his original intention of not sharing the sky with the factory owners all over the world.

"Every day is different, sometimes pizza, sometimes noodles."

"The most important thing is that there is meat every day!"

"Last Christmas, I ate pig's trotters the size of a human head, which is really the smell of my grandmother."

"When Lao Tzu used to be in Ireland, he herded cattle, drove sheep, fed pigs, and farmed the land every day......"

"As a result, Lao Tzu has lived in Ireland for most of his life, and he has never eaten a bite of meat."

"Every day I look for rotten potatoes in the land to satisfy my hunger."

"That's it, those shit farmers still have to take the livestock raised by Lao Tzu and sell them to foreign veterans."

"When I came to Texas, I realized how delicious meat tasted."

This unbelieving senior executive of the American Employees' Federation could only return to the table seat with a muddy body.

Not only him, but other senior executives of the American Employees' Federation also went to the employees to verify whether the food on weekdays was good?

As a result, they got the answer they didn't want to get - Tom Smith really gave his employees meat every day.

In the eyes of the top brass of the American Staff Federation, eating meat every day was a "luxury" that only the aristocracy could afford.

But I didn't expect that in the Texas Smith factory area, ordinary employees could eat every day.