Warwick the Godfather of Terra

An expression that would be honored at the mere mention of Zaun Technologies.

"Boy, when I was in the integration movement, I trekked with the team for seven or eight days, and I only had a dry biscuit to eat. I slept in the snow. Now I have a wife, a house, and two sons. This is all..."

The boy next to him was a little impatient.

"They were all given by the mayor, I know, I know..."

"Oh!"

However, his impatient expression did not last long as he was hit on the head with a fist.

"Oh, team leader, you hit me again!"

The boy was in pain from the beating. He held his head and looked at his team leader with an indignant look on his face.

It’s okay for you to hit me normally, but why did you hit me again after get off work?

"Listen to what you're saying!"

The team leader's common language had a strong Ursus accent, and it sounded like a swear word.

“Who told you that all these were given by the mayor?

This is all the result of our own hard work!"

"In this world, apart from your parents, no one will give you anything for free. Remember, everything I have is earned by my own hard work. Only through hard work can you have a better future."

“The mayor said that everything we do is for our future.

I wonder why you are always thinking of being lazy, and you still want to get a house in the factory? You will be responsible for the cleaning of the group tomorrow night!"

The sturdy man glared at the miserable boy, threw the cigarette into the trash can beside him, and strode away.

He passed by Texas like the wind, and then the unlucky kid who was hit by the hammer followed him, carrying his bag.

Texas didn't look back at the two men, she was a little puzzled now.

It seems that I, as a father, am not very popular.

We gave such a good place to these infected people to live in, but they didn't even get a good word.

She continued walking forward.

Along the way, people coming and going were infected people who were getting off work.

They were wearing work clothes from different factories and carrying various tool kits.

Everyone was covered in dirty stains, perhaps medicine, perhaps engine oil, anyway, they were all dirty.

But there was a look of vigor and vitality on their faces.

Just like the wild grass growing out of the cracks in the rocks, it is tough and upward.

Texas walked and observed.

The more I observed, the more I felt something was wrong.

The workers coming and going on this road all have some Originium crystals exposed on their bodies.

And they didn't have any labels on their chests.

This means that everyone here is infected.

Moreover, he is a severely infected person whose Originium cells have already left his body.

What about non-infected people?

Texas looked around but didn't see a single uninfected person.

For a moment, she was puzzled.

At the same time, a bold idea came to my mind.

Is it possible that there is not a single uninfected person in the entire city of Zaun?

With this thought in mind, she walked forward while thinking.

As she walked, she suddenly saw a non-infected person with a sign on his chest.

The man was wearing a high-end suit, which was obviously a Victoria's brand.

His luxurious attire indicated that he must be a wealthy Victorian businessman or a nobleman.

However, now he was as anxious as a street vendor, shouting and yelling at a group of infected people opposite him.

"Impossible! We can't give you a raise!"

The Victorian businessman cursed.

"In Victoria, there is no such bullshit as low-temperature subsidies. Don't apply your Zaun rules to our Victoria factories!"

Texas stopped as he looked at the noble, whose suit was twisted with anger.

After living in Longmen for so many years, Texas has also picked up the habits of the Yan people.

They are just spectators and bystanders.

She felt her pocket and was stunned.

It's broken, just come out with a chocolate bar.

This kind of opportunity to eat melon would be really boring without any snacks.

Helplessly leaning aside, Texas observed the confrontation between the two men.

The infected person sitting opposite the rich businessman didn't move, just listened quietly to the rich businessman arguing.

It wasn't until the rich businessman stopped talking and started to curse in Victorian slang that the infected worker on the opposite side laughed.

"Boss Dennis, don't forget that although you are in Victoria's factory, the place you are in now is called Zaun."

"The rules set by the mayor are that there should be high temperature subsidies in the summer and low temperature subsidies in the winter. This is the rule of Zaun.

Here, we must abide by the rules.

Otherwise, you don’t want to be unable to find any workers in your factory, boss.”

The worker said, sneering.

The rich businessman opposite suddenly changed his expression. He was so drunk just now that he forgot everything.

Damn, the guy opposite is the foreman of the local union.

With just one sentence from him, it is possible that he would not be able to find a single worker.

"But you can't ask for so much!"

Wei Junjie, a man who knows the times, immediately softened the rich businessman.

However, the workers on the opposite side exploded! .

"More? How much?

This is the price stated in the regulations!

Every worker has to work!

Don’t talk nonsense with your eyes closed, look for your own reasons, have you done a good job in marketing over the years!!”

Texas looked at this scene and felt like laughing.

Chapter 28: Travels in Texas 2

"Mr. Dennis, we have never raised prices on the spot."

The foreman hugged his sturdy arms, looking at the boss whose face was obviously becoming more and more beastly and whose whole body began to sweat, and sneered in his heart.

Zaun's time-limited subsidies were all strictly in accordance with the rules originally set by Tallulah, and these foremen had never asked these vampires for even a dollar more.

However, for these old vampires who have no habit of paying, even taking one more dollar out of their pockets is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Moreover, the real bosses behind these companies are transferred from the head office to Zaun, and the coordinating person who is responsible for all these matters here never cares about these trivial matters.

People only look at the final benefits and the tasks completed.

On the contrary, it is these little devils who are just small officials. They have some power but their words do not count with those at the top, so they can only pretend to be cool.

The foreman knew very well that this group of people were the most difficult to deal with.

They are very eager to show their abilities to their leaders.

But if you ask him to do something special, he doesn't have the ability.

If they wanted to find it through their connections, that would be a fantasy. Anyone with a bit of humanity would try their best to stay in the headquarters, and would never be sent to this remote place like them.

Therefore, they, who are nothing, can only create trouble for the people under them.

Deduct some wages today, deduct some wages tomorrow, and then find fault and fire two people.

It's just like when in a team fight, the ADC with only one and a half pieces of equipment can only use a few insignificant skills and mainly uses one skill to highlight his presence.

Therefore, Zaun's foreman had already figured out a way to deal with these people.

For this kind of person who is fat like a balloon, as long as you get a little angry, the air will deflate by itself.

All the foremen in Zaun were former thugs from the Reunion.

They had seen many paper tigers like this when they captured Chernobyl.

Other workers would be somewhat intimidated by it, but not them.

Because they really dare to kill people!

The gangster turned manager had been oppressed and had oppressed others before, so he was very good at this kind of thing.

The foreman crossed his arms and looked at Daniel in front of him.

He knew very well that this guy was the brother-in-law of a small local manager under the head office.

I was sent to this place because I really don't know anything.

Since arriving in Zaun, Daniel has been working in the factory from morning till night, doing some outrageous things in order to highlight his presence.

If I don’t deal with you, who should I deal with?

What's more, this is a legal action backed by the government. If you are not satisfied, you can go to the mayor's office to complain.

See if that crazy bitch can pin you to the ground and scrape your skin bit by bit with a knife!

Thinking of this, the majestic foreman Ursus shuddered.

It has to be said that Tallulah knows too well what these members of the Integration Movement are suitable for.

Now W is like a fish in water in Zaun.

Whenever she smiles, it's bound to be nothing good.

But she was smiling from morning till night.

Sitting in the office every day, W's job is to torture those who come to the mayor's office to cause trouble.

After all, if workers really have any problems, they report them online through the Workers' Congress.

Apart from some infected people from outside, the only ones who can come to the mayor's office to report are the major businesses in this city.

For these people, W really has various ways to torture them.

However, it must be said that living things do have their own diversity.

Last time, the foreman heard that there seemed to be a man who came from nowhere and seemed to be addicted to being tortured by W. He went to W every morning to wait for his number, as if waiting for W to torture him.

Really, there are all kinds of people.

The foreman was lost in thought.

Finally, Daniel on the opposite side nodded with a deathly pale face.

There is no way, people under the eaves have to lower their heads.

As a noble sent here, he could only swallow his anger temporarily and make changes after returning.

After all, he is different from these peasants, and he will be able to leave this quagmire one day.

And these peasants can only end up staying in this barren place called Zaun, doing these idle jobs and the most menial tasks for the rest of their lives.

In the end, the condition worsened and turned into a pile of stone slag, and then turned into a ball of stone powder and drifted away with the wind.