My name is Ren

Chapter 117 Chapter [-] The price of self-salvation is destruction. If the whole of life is destroyed, why save yourself?

"Promise him!"

The closed meeting room is filled with the unique fragrance of Longdao smoke bricks. Although the smoke is filled, it doesn't make people feel choking.This kind of smoke brick made by watering with ambergris has wonderful changes, it can refresh the mind, not only has no side effects, but also nourishes the body.

The conference room was filled with high-level members of the Self-Help Association. Since the death of the president and vice-president, these cadres have immediately sublimated themselves, forming a new high-level circle that is meticulous and united.At the beginning of the riots, all actions were arranged and manipulated by them until Balatan fell and became the paradise of the Self-Help Society.

The Longdao smoke bricks, which were once unthinkable, have become their daily consumables.By dividing up the wealth of the nobles and wealthy merchants in the city, these few people have mastered a huge amount of wealth in a very short period of time.Perhaps their initial thoughts and actions were to fight, but at this time they have changed their taste.It was like floating on top of a sour-smelling broth, foaming sickeningly.

At this time, Andor, the president of the Self-Help Association, a middle-aged man in his 40s, even though he put on the decent clothes of rich businessmen, he still lacked the temperament of rich businessmen and dignitaries. Instead, he seemed to be wearing a gorgeous coat. The monkeys are crowned with monkeys.He was wrinkled and wrinkled, and there was only endless seriousness on his slightly darkened face. He knocked the dragon's blood wood pipe inlaid with gemstones on the table, "Promise him! This is our last chance."

"You have also seen that we can't hide it for long. Once the news of food depletion spreads, Baratan will be finished, and we will be finished too. They can overthrow the nobles and wealthy businessmen who used to be, and they can also do it for food and today. Wealth overturns us. Before the conflict is intensified, we must find a safe way out." In the smoky room, the eyes of all the big shots were a bit misty.

More than a month ago, they probably never thought that they would have such a day.Wear fine clothes, enjoy the sweetest food, use spices that only the rich and powerful can use, and fill your pockets with money.Their fanatical ideals and aspirations were extinguished by Chi Guoguo's interests, their impulses returned to reason, and they began to worry about gains and losses.What people fear most is losing something after having it.

The vice president is over 60 years old. The reason why he can become the vice president is because his qualifications are old enough.The seventh-term organization cadre of the Self-Help Association, the reason why he is still an organization cadre after the seventh-term is related to his ability. He is not smart enough, and his methods are not smooth enough.This kind of qualifications may not be valued due to ability in normal times, but in a period of chaotic and turbulent outbreaks, qualifications become the most important capital to surpass ability.Everyone knows him, and he knows everyone, so such an organization cadre who can connect with most workers has become the vice president.

Julian, the vice president, raised his head and looked at the ceiling, thinking about what happened in these days.Their original purpose was simple, to increase the income of the working class and provide workers with as much rest time as possible.But why did it end up like this?

Blame it on the arrogant privileged class whose inherent prejudice and contempt for the working class led to the march and then tragedy befell.If there is a choice, Julian will stop the parade and let everyone sit down and discuss with the business representatives to resolve the matter as much as possible, instead of letting the situation become like this.He has worked as an organization cadre for so long, and he is very familiar with every worker in every factory. He is the one who contacts and arranges the activities of the Self-Help Association on weekdays. It can be said that the Self-Help Association and the workers are his home and his family.

Thinking of betraying these workers to protect himself, Julian's heart throbbed.He wanted to open his mouth to veto Andorra's proposal, but he couldn't.He is also one of the vested interests of this riot, just like the Baron Wren who kept clearing the stronghold outside the city but had no interest in Baratan said, he is a thief like the people around him, Steal the loot from the riot.

He sighed softly, closed his eyes, and rubbed his hands fiercely on his face, which was as dry as the western canyons. After a while, he squeezed out a few syllables from behind his hands, "I agree."

Andor smiled, and shifted his gaze to the next person.

That is a young man who is only 23 years old. Among this group of people whose average age is over 40 years old, he is still young like a child.But Andor looked at him for the third time, not at random, without reason.In layman's terms, during this riot, this young man was the representative of the militant faction. He was the first to propose, and he was also the first to lead people into the lord's mansion, killing the lord of the city.He was always laughing, killing people while laughing, as if taking someone's life was just a trivial matter to him, whether it was external or internal.

This young man is now a disciplinary committee member of the Self-Help Association. He is fair-looking, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and always has a three-point smile on his face.When he smiled, he showed clean, white teeth, a rarity among the working class.He nodded cheerfully, "I have no objection either. Speaking of which, it's time to quit. We gave them a chance and a moment of glory. We shouldn't sink with them."

Julian frowned, "When you say this, it makes me feel like we have betrayed the class. You should be clear that we will never leave this class in the past, now, and in the future, Hugo!"

"You are right, I was wrong, I apologize to you, Mr. Julian." Hugo, with red lips and white teeth, looks handsome and well-educated. If you ignore what he has done, he should be liked by everyone big boy.

Julian's lips moved and he sighed again.Is there any difference between what he did and the person he reprimanded?

Several other less important cadres also nodded. In this game, they belonged to the lucky ones. If they were not needed for the operation of the Self-Help Society, Andor would not even take them to play together.

"In this case!" Andor took a deep breath, "Then it's decided, we agree to Baron Wren's terms." He turned to look at Julian, "Julian, you are an old man from the Self-Help Society, please Provide a list of workers as soon as possible, and select those who can endure hardships and work hard, and will not complain, and will not complain at every turn." Then he looked at Hugo, "Control your confidants, and we will also help you when necessary." You need to prove yourself."

The last sentence contained bloody cruelty and cruelty, and Julian's body trembled slightly. Although he had no ability, he could always understand what he said after living a lifetime.In order to show his worth in front of the new owner, Andorra did not hesitate to raise the butcher's knife to Xihi's party members!

"As for you, try to appease the workers and let them know that we are trying to find a way to mobilize food. There is still some food in the underground chamber in the garden of the lord's mansion. Take someone to dig it out and share it. Give more to the old, weak, sick, and less Distribute it to the young and strong, and tell them that young people cannot die of starvation, but old people and children cannot."

Andor's eyes lingered on everyone for a moment, no one objected, he nodded contentedly, "Then that's it, follow the plan."

There are already increasingly serious contradictions and conflicts within the Balatan Self-Help Association, and the core conflict is the food issue.Balatan is an industrial city with almost no agricultural foundation. Most of the land outside the city is built with factories and warehouses, and only a small amount of farmland is used to grow crops.The city's food source mainly depends on the grain trade of large grain merchants. There have been no grain merchants passing by for more than a month, and they dare not pass by, resulting in a shortage of food wounds.

Food is not in short supply like other things, such as clothes, money, or daily necessities.Life without these things would be bad at best, but without food, it would be fatal!

Originally, the food in this city was enough to support the entire Balatan for more than two months, but at the beginning of the riot, after the rioting workers overthrew the rule of the nobles, they fell into the excitement brought about by the victory. The sky is like a grand festival, and there is carnival all the time.Everyone ate until they couldn't walk, and drank until they shook their stomachs and could hear the sound of wine.A large amount of food was wasted, and it was used as a prop to satisfy the appetite rather than a necessity to maintain life.

Looking back, in just over a month and a few days, the stored food is already running out.This group of workers who only knew about destruction but not about construction also became irritable and impulsive as time went by and as food became more and more scarce.After experiencing the most frenzied days, the Self-Help Society did not bring any substantial prospect and future to Baratan and these people.People walked around the city in a daze, doing nothing except resisting the troops from outside the city when necessary.

People, especially the ruled class, the Jedi cannot let them sit idle.

Once you are idle, you will make trouble.

Small conflicts and quarrels can lead to gang fights, and the Self-Help Society's ability to control the working class is getting weaker and weaker, until the entire system is on the verge of collapse.

In fact, before that, the self-salvation society had the opportunity to truly redeem itself, but the lack of political sensitivity and political thought leadership did not find a solution.

This method is actually very simple, that is, to export war.

Using foreign wars to make the interior tightly united again, a team of more than [-] workers is enough to fill the walls of any city, and plunder them enough resources to survive all difficulties.

But unfortunately, they couldn't think of it, and it was too late.

(End of this chapter)