The end of the road leading to the river.

The wide street ends abruptly and joins a winding promenade along the river.

A neglected green space is separated between the trail and the riverbank, and a firecracker willow is planted every few meters, and the hanging branches are scattered and connected.

By nine o'clock in the morning, three or four hundred people had gathered here, and the number was visibly increasing.

Although the number of people present was large, it did not seem noisy.

This is a habit that has been cultivated after listening to lectures in the tavern for a long time.

They sat on the shoulders of the streets, or gathered in groups on the grass, and some leaned against the willows, playing with the drooping branches......

They were waiting for the appointed time, and they were waiting for the recognized leader.

At 9:40 a.m., Varina arrived with his three scheduled successors.

By this time, the number of people gathered had exceeded 800.

There were so many people that it had almost filled the open space at the end of the road leading to the river.

The crowd spontaneously parted a path so that Varina and the other four walked directly into the "high platform" in the middle with several square benches.

After coming to power, Varina spoke only a few short words.

"Partners, the matters that should be discussed have been discussed last night, so I will not repeat them."

"Let's go together, overwhelm them with momentum, and we will win!"

"Remember our slogan, 'The dock area is also the dock area of the workers, and the workers also have the right to participate in the management of the business.'"

"Let's go!"

In a loud echo, Varina descended the "high platform".

Behind him, Makarov grabbed the left and right hands of Marc and Burton, respectively, raised them high, shouting slogans to follow.

"The docklands are also the docklands of the workers!"

"Workers also have the right to participate in business management!"

……

In the middle of Tonghe Road, outside a two-storey ordinary street-facing house.

The Dead Eels and Squirrels are on both sides of the house, vaguely facing each other and cooperating with each other, guarding the door of the house.

A total of more than a dozen high-level people from the two groups passed through the inner and outer layers of guards together and entered the house.

Negotiations and compromises have been completed in previous private communications, and if nothing else, this meeting was a mere formality of implementation and announcement.

It is expected to start at ten o'clock and finish at half past ten.

There was still a quarter of an hour before ten o'clock, and when they entered the house, they could rest for a while. At the same time, it is also the last window of time for them to observe and pull between them.

Outside, there were more than 100 people on each side of the gang, all of whom were selected, and the hostile members were eliminated.

Under the constraints of the middle level of the gang, the two sides get along fairly harmoniously.

More than ten minutes later, they heard shouts in the distance.

Soon, the shouts grew from far to near, and gradually became intelligible.

"The docklands belong to the workers!"

The slogan of Varinati was so complicated that after a few rounds of shouting, the crowd spontaneously simplified it.

People with excellent hearing were the first to tell, but they were stunned, suspecting that they had heard it wrong.

Soon, the vast majority of people were able to tell.

They exchanged glances with each other, and what they saw was shock and disbelief.

"Again?!"

"These workers have fallen into evil?"

The members of the Dead Eel Gang who had experienced the last wage campaign were even more suspicious, angry and afraid.

In the house, the two groups of high-level officials who heard the movement also looked at each other.

Campbell, the current boss of the Dead Eels, is a rather handsome brown-haired man, who looks to be in his thirties, but has a somewhat cold temperament.

He sat on the couch and didn't get up, but threw a look at Hazi, the deputy next to him.

Haz quickly got up and walked to the window with the boss of the Squirrel Gang.

Through the window, they could see that a large crowd of people shouting slogans was approaching, and the number of people was more than twice as large as the two gangs downstairs combined.

"The docklands belong to the workers!"

Another slogan, Hazy's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, it's them again!" ”

Although he didn't say it, everyone in the living room already knew the general situation from this sentence.

After all, the last salary incident still had a relatively large impact on them.

"What should I do?" Someone asked.

……

The crowd stopped on the street outside the house, opposing the gang members on the opposite side.

Because the road to the river is relatively remote, there are not many passers-by watching this time, and more residents are hiding at home to watch.

The middle-level leaders of the two gangs stepped forward to speak, and their tone was quite polite.

It happened to be an acquaintance known to Variner, the red-haired Kirk, the deputy of Kent, the former boss of the Dead Eels.

"Mr. Lexa, right? I was offended a lot before, but I was wrong. ”

Beginning with an apology, he continued:

"The dock union and the river bay ferry company are talking here, and I don't know that Mr. is going to take people to pass by, so I will ask the brothers to get out of the way and let Mr. pass."

Kirk said this, and the other leader was happy and relaxed, and nodded his head to the side.

With the tide in hand, Varina was too lazy to play these language games with them, nor did she care that Kirk seemed to be suspicious of his identity.

He put it bluntly:

"We're not passing by, we're in this house!"

This...... Kirk and the other looked at each other, their faces full of bitterness, not knowing what to say.

Varina asked loudly: "Let me ask you, what are you talking about in your so-called talks?" ”

"Uh...... ...... in the Docklands Business Partnership? ”

Kirk stiffened his head in response, reaching out and tugging at the corner of his accomplice's coat, suggesting that he go to the house and invite the upper floors to come over.

However, the accomplices remained motionless.

"That's right!"

Varina turned a blind eye to their small movements, and asked again:

"Can the business cooperation in the dock area be without our workers?"

This...... Kirk felt the pressure of Varina's gaze and the gaze of the crowd.

He raised his hand and wiped it on his forehead, and said in anticipation:

"Uh, this...... Should...... Ultimately. ”

At this time, Kirk had already pinched the thigh meat of his accomplice next to him, but the other party still did not move.

Kirk regretted his act of accosting him to apologize, and he regretted it quite a bit.

He framed himself up.

"That's right!"

Varina gave another thumbs up, startling Kirk.

"Since workers are indispensable, isn't it reasonable for us to come to the talks?"

Varina raised her voice a notch and shouted:

"Don't get out of the way yet?!"

As this shout fell, the crowd suddenly erupted into a neat echo.

"Get out of the way!"

Without looking back, Varina knew that it must have been Makarov's cooperation.

Kirk was torn between a rock and a head.

Such a scene was far beyond the scope of his disposal, and sweat oozed from his head layer by layer.

"Let them in, five."

A cold, slightly flirtatious voice came from the window on the second floor.

For Kirk, there is no better sound than this, and this is the gospel of liberation!

His legs immediately stopped shaking, and the smile on his face was not so reluctant.

Varina looked out the window, and with her superior eyesight, she could see clearly who was speaking.

It was a handsome man with a somewhat cold temperament, brown hair, a high nose, and a look of about thirty years.

"Lord Lexa, that's our boss."

"You heard that, you can take four people up, and I'll show you the way."