My name is Ren

Chapter 330 How to prove yourself more valuable than others in complex society?first you have to be tough
Kent lowered his head, the fear in his eyes almost covering his pupils.

He was supposed to die outside the city of Balatan, but he survived, in a most humiliating manner.

He peeed his pants.

It was definitely a deep-rooted shame to pee his pants because he was scared, but because he peed his pants, he survived.He wasn't the only one to pee his pants, but he was the first, for whatever reason, to survive outside of Baratan.He became one of the workers relocated to Ortrenburg, and for some reason became a foreman.

If it was before the tragedy broke out in Balatan, he would have been ecstatic. The foreman meant that he had emerged from the bottom of the working class and became a manager, and it could be said that he was the smallest ruling class.After all, he controlled the emotions of ten people, but he was not respected as a foreman.The surviving workers looked down on this guy who peed his pants in the face of a butcher's knife.This contempt actually springs from a kind of jealousy, an ugly kind of jealousy.

Can a pussy pussy be a foreman?What a joke!
But how do these workers who have not been killed know that when the distance between the blade and the neck can't insert a finger, the breath of death rushes to their faces, whether they can really bear it without peeing their pants ?They despise Kent completely from the perspective of bystanders, stand up and talk without back pain, and are jealous of Kent's promotion.

The workers of Balatan had a hard time in Ortrenburg because of the riots.The work is much heavier than when I was in Balatan. I start working at [-]:[-] am and work until [-]:[-] pm every day, with a two-hour break in between.This is a stark difference from the seven-hour working hours in Balatan at that time.The heavy work makes them numb, what's more, there is no rest day, and they need to face a numb life every day.

Some had assembled to protest Ortrenburg, as they had done in Ballatan, for a day of rest a week.But this added up to the heads of more than thirty workers, and soon all the workers woke up.They are not in Balatan anymore, nor are the nobles and merchants who would choose to compromise in the face of protests and strikes.At this moment, they realized how beautiful the old days were and how dissatisfied they were.

Kent is a foreman, he does not need to work, but is responsible for supervising production.The issue of work intensity is not discussed here, but a brand-new piecework rule is adopted. Each person must complete the corresponding production quantity every day. If there is less, then not only the workers will be punished, but the foreman will also be punished.Workers are whipped a few times at most, and the foreman not only has to suffer more beatings, but also deducts wages and rest time.

The people under Kent didn't obey him, so they were always passive and sabotaged, and couldn't complete the prescribed tasks every time.This caused Kent to be whipped almost every day during the first month of coming to Ortrenburg, and all his salary and holidays were deducted.

Either die in silence, or explode in silence.Facing the extremely powerful and invincible Black Armored Army, he was a weakling, but facing these workers who used to be like himself, his special status as a foreman made him a strong one.

So he changed.

He still clearly remembers what happened that day. At that time, he was in charge of processing a metal gear. This gear is a precision part. Each worker must produce five qualified gears every day before he can rest. Often this takes almost a whole day Kung Fu.When he saw two workers sitting and chatting, he walked over, and he still remembered what he said at the time, "Why stop, don't you know that you will be punished if you don't finish?"

Then, one of them threw the gear he had made to the other, with a provocative smile on his face, "My skin is itchy, and I just want to be whipped."

Ten days ago the fellow had been whipped three times and Kent had six.These people are always challenging Kent's limits, making Kent suffer almost every day.As for them, they can only rotate once every seven or eight days, ten or so days.

In an instant, the blood rushed to the top of his head. Kent suppressed the sudden burst of rage and destructive desire in his heart, suppressed his emotions that were about to collapse, and persuaded him in a low voice: "Let's talk about it after finishing something."

The man showed an extremely disdainful expression, raised his chin, smiled half-smile, squinted at him, and then slowly uttered a few words, "You deserve it too? Coward!"

Just these five words completely made Kent, who had been punished and in pain all month, explode.He directly pulled out the metal wrench on his waist and knocked it on the man's head.The blood instantly blasted his face, the sweet and hot blood made him stick out his tongue and lick it involuntarily, his eyeballs were as red as a bull in heat.The anger and humiliation in his heart were vented at this moment, which gave him a kind of satisfaction and comfort.

At a moment when everyone couldn't think about it, he rode on that person, picked up the wrench, once, twice... .A distorted smile appeared on his ferocious face, and under the terrified gazes of others, he beat the worker who troubled him to death.

The guards in charge of supervising the production ran over, and the leader cast a cold glance at Kent, "Why did you kill him?"

Kent turned around and got up from the man's body, raised his arm and wiped the blood on his face, which made his face even more terrifying. He didn't know what affected him, and at that moment, he blurted out, " He refused to produce."

The leader of the guards glanced at the body on the ground indifferently, and nodded, "It's done, Master Ren gave you a new life, not to let you slack off. I will arrange someone to fill his position, but His work today, your team must finish." As he spoke, the man untied the steel rod from his waist and handed it to Kent, "Don't use a wrench in the future, blood is flying everywhere, and it will be troublesome to clean up. "

Kent took the steel rod in a daze, and nodded in a daze.

Soon the body was dragged away, and calm was restored here.However, when he looked at the others in a panic, those people actually avoided his gaze in fear.

At this moment, he suddenly understood something, and the haze and doubts in his heart were all cleared away.He hung the steel rod on his belt, and said in a commanding tone that he had never used before: "You must complete his task today before it is inspected today. If there is one less, let me continue to be punished." , he grinned, "I don't mind killing a few more."

Seeing the obedient appearance of these guys who used to almost crawl on their heads to shit and pee, Kent felt extremely happy in his heart.At this moment, he was even thanking Rennes and the top management of the Self-Rescue Society.Without them, maybe he would never be able to enjoy the pleasure of controlling other people's fate and life like he is now.

From that day on, Kent was not Kent, or a new Kent.Soon his team over-achieved, earning him attention and promotion.

For the simple work of how to manage a group, Ren has always differentiated and wooed, and then established a hierarchical system. Naturally, someone will arrange everything for him and make it perfect.

From the small foreman to the production team, and then to the supervisor of the production department, Kent has already stood at the pinnacle of Balatan workers at this time.He was ruthless and merciless, but at the same time he learned how to win over and appease, and soon established his prestige among the workers.

He knows how to treat different workers separately, and he cares for the people of Ortrenburg almost like a saint, paying equal attention to kindness and dignity.Treat the workers of Balatan, whoever obeys him, he is the savior.Whoever disobeys him is an executioner.

Death on the one hand, and the good life on the other, Kent quickly became the leader of the workers.Coupled with Ryan's vague connivance, Kent also fought for some benefits for the workers-such as one day off every fifteen days.

Whether it was forced or voluntary to obey him, at least he did.

But at this moment, in this study, he seems to have returned to outside the city of Balatan, kneeling on the ground, with the scythe constantly waving behind his back, and his life does not belong to him again.

"Get up." The voice pulled him back from his chaotic thoughts, and he quickly got up from the ground, still not daring to look up.Even though he understood that the man in front of him might not be as strong as him, a worker who used to work on the front line, but he couldn't feel any rebellion.

Ren pointed to the sofa beside him, "Sit."

Kent patted his butt flattered, and then carefully rubbed it a little, most of his butt was hanging in the air.He clenched his hands into fists, not out of anger and hatred, but nervousness.

"Do you know what I called you to do?"

He shook his head. He really didn't know. When he knew that Ren was going to see him, he was extremely frightened and nervous, and almost peed his pants again.Facing this great demon king, he couldn't summon up any courage at all.

"I plan to form a Workers' Party. The purpose of this party is to fight for more benefits for the workers and have the opportunity to enter the Imperial Parliament as a member. Of course, someone will explain this to you later. I only have one question..." Rennes Standing up and walking towards Kent, Kent's breathing suddenly became rapid. When he lowered his head and saw a pair of leather shoes that were as exquisite as a work of art, he held his breath.

"I want an obedient person, are you an obedient person?"

Kent was shocked, and knelt down on the ground with a plop, trembling slightly.He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and the cold and hard touch was transmitted to his brain through his lips. After a while, he raised his head and dared to look at Ren for the first time, "Yes, whatever you ask for!"

Ren smiled, and he suddenly felt that Kent, who was kneeling in front of him, looked like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

(End of this chapter)