Liu Yuan turned out to be the eldest master? Is this a realistic plot?

"Where are they staying?"

Two heads poked out from behind the grass, and one of them asked.

"Sir, they're chatting."

"I'm Nima, can I not know that they are chatting, and I still need to say it?"

"Sir, be careful."

One head pushed the other down, and he retracted himself.

"Don't get excited, sir, be careful of being discovered by those people."

These two heads are, of course, Liu Yuan and Old Man Jia.

Liu Yuan followed Old Man A back to his lair. But the problem is that A didn't say that his lair is also the lair of all refugees, let alone that all refugees choose to flee back to their lair when they encounter something. Isn't this the scene the two of them see now. A group of refugees huddled in a dilapidated house, separated by a low wooden wall that had been trampled by the refugees themselves, and the Kaiwang team stood and looked at the refugees.

"Bah, bah, bah," Liu Yuan spit out the mud in his mouth and became angry:

"What are you doing, you can't talk well, it's making my mouth muddy."

"Master, the old man is not afraid that you will be discovered by the security team."

Old man A laughed and explained softly.

"You're afraid, we have so many brothers, and one person can drown them with a mouthful of foam."

Liu Yuan felt contempt for the timidity of the old man and tried to encourage Jia's courage.

"Master, you are mistaken, I am afraid that 'you' will be discovered."

"What do you mean?"

Liu Yuan stopped observing the two groups of people in the distance, and turned to look at Jia Wen.

"That's it, old man, even if I walk over generously now, the security team won't do anything to me, and my brothers will welcome me back warmly."

Speaking of this, Old Man Jia paused, as if thinking about what to say next.

"But don't forget, sir, you're actually a prisoner now, oh, a fugitive. I can't say what will happen to the security team, but my brothers don't know who you are, and they won't accept you. ā€

Liu Yuan was confused, and asked after a pause:

"Why wouldn't they do anything to you, oh, it's the security team, aren't they here to kill you refugees?"

Old Man A hurriedly retorted, feeling as if he had been greatly insulted:

"Hey, don't you dare to say that, the old man and these brothers are not refugees, we are workers who make a living. As for the security team, if they kill us, not to mention whether it is necessary or not, they will kill us, who will give them jobs. ā€

"What?" The black line on Liu Yuan's head: "You are workers?" So you guys were just driven around the mountains like chickens? ā€

After a long time, only a "strike movement" popped out of his mouth in the end.

Liu Yuan, who didn't understand, asked again and again, and only then did he figure out what was going on.

It turns out that the old man is really a worker, not only a worker, but also the kind of trade union, not only a trade union, but also the kind of old man with a professional certificate, a professional mountain mover.

"Mountain Mover? Then is the highest title of your unit a gold captain? ā€

Liu Yuan asked as if he was familiar with this professional system.

A said that he could probably understand what it meant by touching the gold, but the captain didn't understand what it was at all.

A and this group of people are all workers protected by the union, and the union requires them to go to work in the place arranged by the union when they receive a job assignment, so A and a group of young brothers come here to work.

"What about the strike? You talk nonsense for a long time, is there a point in the end? ā€

Liu Yuan interrupted Jia's narration again.

"I'm about to speak, I'm about to speak, my lord is patient."

A's face was as red and black as charcoal, and he couldn't hide it.

According to A, it is customary for the union to report more task time when it receives a task. Supposedly, A and all the workers are paid by the union, and this is dead wages. If you want to make more money, you have to use overtime to greatly advance the construction period, so that, according to the contract, the other party has to pay the union another sum of money to reward the workers for early delivery.

But the old man A, who has been working like this all his life, actually refused to allow the workers to work overtime when he met Party A this time. But how can you complete the construction period ahead of schedule if you don't work overtime, and how can you get bonuses if you don't finish ahead of schedule, so this contradiction comes.

Liu Yuan plucked out his ears and asked the old man uncertainly:

"Eh, didn't I hear it just now, they forced you to work overtime every day, and then you went on strike to protect your right to rest, right?"

"Rest?" Old man A said uncertainly:

"What's there to rest in this bird place, the old man might as well take the bonus, and it's right to be happy in the city, right?"

Liu Yuan was speechless. I secretly told myself that I must not let others know that I am a social person from modern society. Compared with what he has done since he was a child, I feel that it is not as transparent as this black and thin old man thinks. When I was a child, I wrote my homework while watching TV, and in the end, I didn't watch TV continuously, and my homework was written in a mess. Now at work, I am crazy to fish during work hours, and crazy to work overtime after work. Isn't this just a time off when you get home from work instead of fishing at work?

Shaking his head and dispelling the picture in his mind, Liu Yuan asked Old Man Jia:

"Then won't it affect the construction period that you keep striking now, don't you want to be paid? And you didn't do anything to strike those people like this? ā€

"Hi, nothing. Strikes do not count as construction periods. Old man A said proudly:

"They're just putting on a show, it's still the old man's idea."

Liu Yuan was shocked when he heard it, it turned out that the boss behind the scenes was actually by his side, and hurriedly asked for details.

It turned out that when they met Party A, who was not allowed to work overtime, of course the workers did not agree, and A, as the head of the workers, negotiated with Party A on behalf of the workers.

I don't know where to sit and say that I know that the so-called Party A is actually a worker, and the reason why they do not agree to shorten the construction period is because they themselves have to recover the final payment, but according to their contract, the site must be handed over after the completion of the construction period, which has the operation of delaying the construction progress.

The contradictions between the two sides cannot be reconciled at all, there is no way, A gave an idea, strike.

A strike will reduce the income of the workers, but it may also be because the real boss is in a hurry to meet the deadline and finally increase the bonus in order to appease the workers. So the bet is on who cares more about this project. For Kai and them, the purpose of delaying the construction period has been achieved, except for spending more on living materials, and there is nothing to be busy with acting every day.

After listening to this, Liu Yuan realized that he had been locked up for a month and no one cared about it, and it was this old man's idea that made it a ghost. But after thinking about it, I found the problem, and hurriedly asked:

"Then why do you look like you're about to die?"

"Alas," said A, with a sigh:

"Originally, everything was beautiful, but it wasn't because the time went by, and the two sides didn't know how to get angry, so we didn't have food every day."

"So you all look like you're going to starve to death?" Liu Yuan asked.

"Oh, that's not all the reason, we robbed the granary."

A explained embarrassedly.

"Oh, I said I've never seen you near the prison where I live before, so you came to rob the granary, and you were chased away by the security team, and you ran over the hill in front of my window in a hurry."

Only then did Liu Yuan understand why he had only seen this group of people today.

"Actually, it's not," A was even more embarrassed when he heard Liu Yuan's words:

"Mainly, when we were robbing the granary, we accidentally cut off the road into the valley, no, after eating the grain, we could only go to rob the security team's own granary."

After listening to a black line, Liu Yuan suddenly found the problem in A's words, and asked puzzledly:

"You robbed the granary, cut off the mountain road, and plan to rob the security team of their own food today, why do you still say that they won't hurt you?"

A wondered Liu Yuan's question, but still replied:

"Not to mention that we all have the protection of the union, unless they don't need us to help them move mountains in the future. Besides, we also go to grab food because we are hungry. In the end, someone has to open the road, right? ā€

Liu Yuan clicked his lips, and could only say that what you said was really reasonable.

"Alas, by the way," Liu Yuan suddenly remembered the scene when A broke the door, and asked:

"Can you beat it too much?"

"Wang?"

"Yes, it's the yellow-haired boy in that group." Liu Yuan raised his head and planned to point out that the one to the nail was Wang, but after looking for a long time, he found that the group of people were all wearing hoods and had their faces sideways, and they couldn't tell which one was that at all.

"No one was found, and this kid not only beat me and threw me in prison for a month, but also snatched my pistol. I see that your kung fu is also good, can you help me beat him? ā€

Liu Yuan looked at A expectantly.

When A heard Liu Yuan's request, he pinched his teeth, thought about it and said:

"I do know Wang, he's the scout in charge of patrolling the team. Kung fu, it's pretty handsome. But the problem is that if you fight Wang, can their entire security team watch from the side? ā€

Liu Yuan rubbed his chin and found that it was really the same as what A said, so he couldn't help but be deflated and said:

"Then what should I do, I will avoid Wang in the future? Hey, aren't you the head of the workers, let everyone go together? ā€

"Master, I'm just taking my brothers to work together, and they listen to me because of my experience, but if I take them to fight, the brothers will definitely not listen to me."

A spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Damn, don't fall into my hands in the future, don't you want him to look good."

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, Liu Yuan can only be incompetent and furious.

"Oh, how are you going to make me look good? Let me kneel and beg you not to die? ā€

An unfamiliar voice inserted into the conversation between Liu Yuan and A, saying that it was strange, but it seemed that he had heard it somewhere, Liu Yuan looked up and saw a yellow-haired boy with a hood standing among the branches above his head, who else could it be.

"Wang?! Why are you here, how long have you been on top of me? ā€

Liu Yuan was shocked, anyone who looked up and saw his enemy squatting on top of his head had been eavesdropping on his conversation for a long time.

"Heh, you won't want to know." Wang said with a beating, and the next question asked A:

"A, you released this kid?"

At this time, A had already pulled Liu Yuan behind his back, took a few steps back in the face of Wang, and replied directly when he heard Wang's question:

"Yes, the old man, I am already a slave of the distant master."

Looking at Wang's disapproving attitude, he added:

"I remind you Wang, Master Yuan is a servant of the gods with a surname, and Master Yuan can give the holy water of the old man god at will."

"What?" Wang almost fell off the tree when he heard A's words, and asked in surprise:

"How can he still have a surname, isn't he an outcast of God who was driven out of his family?"

Liu Yuan poked his head out from behind Jia and shouted at Wang:

"Of course Lao Tzu has a name, if he doesn't change his name, he can't change his surname, Lao Tzu's name is Liu Yuan."

After shouting, he retracted his head like a catfish that had used up all his strength.

Wang heard Liu Yuan's shout, and sat down on the branch of the tree in despair. I looked down and didn't know what I was talking about.

A looked at Wang who was sitting on the branch, then looked back at Liu Yuan, who was peeking at Wang, and said to the two:

"The old man thinks, is there some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding, what misunderstanding, this yellow-haired boy beat me when he saw me, and when he was knocked out, he planned to treat me as a meat ticket, and wanted my mother to give me a ransom. Oh, and snatched my pistol. ā€

"No, it's not." Hearing Liu Yuan's complaint, Wang couldn't pretend to be depressed, and hurriedly explained:

"There was only one person at the time, and he didn't tell me my name. At the time, I thought that the adult was an outcast of the gods who had been removed from the family, so I thought about kidnapping the adult and letting the adult's mother's family ransom you. ā€

Liu Yuan looked confused, what was this talking about. Is it because I shouted my name out loud before I met, so I'm a waste and can be taken casually? Wait, could it be that the people here are the same as the people in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, only nobles can have surnames, so Wang and Jia are both commoners, only names?

Seeing Liu Yuan's expressionless face, Wang Du was about to cry, and immediately said:

"My lord, we are also subordinates of the servants of God, and our lord is the surname book. Presumably, adults must know that our master's family is the calligrapher who discovered the relics of the god of poetry. ā€

How does Liu Yuan know what a scholar is not a scholar, and behind him is the God of Creation, who cares what kind of poetry you are, with a disdainful face.

It was the first time that A knew that the big boss behind this project was a calligrapher, and he didn't know what he thought of, and his face was solemn.

Seeing Liu Yuan's disdain, Wang became more humble, and hurriedly said:

"Please give us a chance to be treated, and at the same time, I will inform my lord inside, so that the divine servant and calligrapher can come and entertain you. After all, the old men are all divine servants, so this is the right identity. ā€

As he spoke, Wang jumped off the tree neatly, bent down and raised his hand to signal Liu Yuan to follow the direction he instructed.

Liu Yuan looked at Wang, whose attitude had changed greatly, and Wang was looked motionless, still bending over and raising his hand.

Liu Yuan took a few steps forward and looked back at A. A is silent and expressionless.

In the end, Liu Yuan made up his mind and strode forward.

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It's so troublesome to write a novel, obviously the plot in my head is perfect, but it's not such a problem to write it, ah, when will there be no middleman. I directly spent the time writing the novel with the young lady, and then the young lady directly stuffed my million-dollar tip into my crotch. In this way, the young lady saves reading books, and I also save writing books, win-win, win-win. I've been preparing for many days, where can I get a million rewards for my beautiful young lady?

It's troublesome, it's troublesome. It's so troublesome, why doesn't there be a person who can read my brain directly, and then she can write it for me directly. Then you can cook for me and warm my bed ( ̄▽ Ģ„).

I deeply feel that I am one such young lady away from the platinum god. Or a pirate site that can help me continue to write a novel? (ļæ£ā€˜i ̄; )