My Prime Minister is so cute

Hearing the name that just appeared on the note, Avril subconsciously raised her voice a little.

"Yes, do you know him?" Bird asked with a smile.

"No, I don't know..." Avril immediately shook her head in panic.

"Okay... Then, after we recruit more workers, to win their hearts and minds," Bird said, "you'll need to give a speech every once in a while, maybe once a week or a month, and distribute benefits to the workers... daily necessities like oil, eggs, flour, and the like."

"Your job today is to distribute benefits to the workers and give a simple speech."

"This behavior is expected to continue until you run for mayor."

"Yeah." Avril nodded and asked, "Why do you have to do this every now and then? What's the point? Why can't we release it all at once by the end of the year?"

"Because if it's customary to pay it all out at the end of the year, they'll start to take it for granted," Bird explained. "It's a simple logic: people get used to unprovoked favors. Besides, giving a speech will equate you with the word 'welfare,' enhancing your image among the workers."

"And the current district mayor, after enacting a bill encouraging the establishment of factories, will inevitably lose the votes of some townspeople who don't want factories built on the edge of town."

"Most of the townspeople who support the factory are workers. As the factory expands, their numbers will inevitably increase, and they will also inevitably support you. With this increase and decrease, and with a little bit of maneuvering, you have a good chance of becoming the next district mayor."

"Huh, so fast?"

Listening to Bird's explanation, Avril suddenly felt surprised.

I used to think that becoming a district chief was a bit far-fetched and would take at least several years of preparation.

But after listening to Bird's analysis, I suddenly felt that being a district mayor would be so easy, and I could take office in the next term...

"Of course, since you're a noble, you have connections among the locals. Being a district chief isn't a big deal, but moving up a level won't be easy," Bird said. "By then, you'll need some solid political achievements..."

“Real political achievements…”

Avril was puzzled when she heard this. She looked up at Bird, then again, and finally again, like a student stumped by a question in class.

"Don't worry, Lord." Bird smiled, "I have already prepared for this."

"Uh-huh."

Avril nodded in relief, but then she felt that relying solely on Bird seemed a bit useless, so she glanced around a bit guiltily, and after confirming that there were only two people in the office today, she said:

"Bird, there's something," she said.

"My Lord, please let me know if you have any instructions." Bird said.

"I'm not telling you what to do."

Avril looked at Bird's reliable face and stammered, "My father once told me that when dealing with my subordinates, I should reward them and punish them accordingly. If they do poorly, they should be punished, but if they do well, they should also be rewarded."

"So?" Bird asked.

"I think you did pretty good."

Avril finally plucked up the courage and said shyly, "Do you want any reward? As long as it's within my ability, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Today, she mustered up the courage. Even if Bird made some unreasonable demands, like a kiss on the cheek, she would still satisfy him... As long as it wasn't too much! A request like 12 children was absolutely impossible!

award......?

Bird didn't expect the lord to suddenly say that he wanted to reward him.

However, he really didn't think about getting any reward from Avril. After all, he stayed, on the one hand to repay Baron Robert's kindness, and on the other hand to get the reward from the resignation system. So from this point of view, Avril didn't need to do anything at all.

But from Avril's perspective, maybe that's not the case?

Bird thought for a moment and said casually, "Then, Lord, can I pat your head?"

"This doesn't require a reward," Avril immediately rejected. "Don't you always pat my head? Change it."

"Then let me hug you?"

Bird then changed it.

"Don't you do this often?"

Avril opened her eyes wide and frowned in dissatisfaction, "Bird, please think about it carefully, okay? I really want to give you a reward!"

There's no need to reward this, and there's no need to reward that. Are you just making fun of me?

Bird grumbled inwardly, then spread his hands. "But I really don't want anything right now... How about this, I'll owe you the money first, and then I'll tell you when I think of something?"

"That's okay too."

Avril nodded, accepting this.

"Then I'm going to the factory to prepare for my speech," Bird said, pulling out a speech manuscript from his pocket. "Please take a look at it first."

"Ah."

Avril just took the speech, but then she thought of something else: "I don't have to memorize the speech this time, right?"

"No need this time."

Bird said, "There are no troublesome reporters to find fault with this time, and the workers don't care whether you have a speech manuscript in your hand."

"Oh, okay, then you go and get ready first." Avril immediately relaxed.

"Yes, my lord." Bird said with a smile.

Having said that, he turned and left to make preparations for his speech.

And by the way, send someone to the town to ask what McCann sent this morning.

Chapter 41: As Popular as an Egg

Jeff is an ordinary worker in the factory.

There is no reason why I chose to become a worker, I just needed money, and I came here because the salary is high.

On the first day he started working, after listening to the lord's speech, he felt passionate, as if every day's work was for the revitalization of the nation, and he worked with great energy. However, as time went on, this passion gradually faded in the complicated and individual physical labor, and only numbness remained in his mind.

But Jeff was not dissatisfied. After all, people of this era were like this, and the salary here was much higher than other places.

Today was just an ordinary day. He would probably work until the evening, have dinner in the cafeteria, sit outside and chat with a few co-workers, and then go back to the dormitory to sleep.

Just then, the team leader in charge of their group came over and, over the roar of the factory's wind turbines, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone! Stop what you're doing! Gather at the door! The Lord is about to give a speech!"

"No need to work?"

someone asked loudly.

"Yes, work is suspended, but salaries will continue to be paid, and we'll even give out free gifts," the team leader shouted. "Everyone who listens to the speech will receive eggs—this is a benefit provided by the lord!"

"Ohhh, hurray!"

"Long live the lord!"

Before the speech was over, the workers who heard the news cheered. Jeff became passionate at this time and his work efficiency increased further.

Everyone is grateful for the lord's generosity.

Under the temptation of eggs, and also because they didn't have to go to work, everyone immediately lined up and sat one by one on the muddy ground outside the factory - no one cared whether they were dirty or not, after all, the work clothes were already dirty.

The lord also stood in front of everyone on time.

Although she is small in stature and looks very soft and cute, Avril's appearance as the leader last time really shocked all the workers, so no one dares to underestimate this 1-meter-tall lord.

Soon, Avril began a simple speech according to the speech script.

"Thanks to everyone's hard work, we've already cut the price of cloth in town by half. This means making a piece of clothing is now half the price of before!"

"Our goal is to build more factories, create more jobs, and lower the price of things so that everyone can afford what they want!"

"..."

"Why do you feel less powerful than last time?"

After listening for a moment, Jeff muttered under his breath.

Although the content sounds very exciting, it always feels a little lacking in momentum.

"Who cares?" someone said nonchalantly. "Even if the lord is a pig, he's a good lord if he gives out money and eggs—and don't you think our lord is pretty cute like this?"

"makes sense."

Jeff nodded and sighed, "If only everyone could be as generous as the Lord."

.......

Meanwhile, Bird was commenting from a distance.

"People are actually very simple. Be nice to them, give them money and gifts, and they will be happy and think you are good."

"Many people make reckless promises for election purposes. After winning the people's votes, they either overdraw the national economy to provide advanced welfare benefits, or break their promises - the latter is more common, after all, the people are basically used to it.

"This is the flaw of the electoral system. The entire purpose of politics has become getting votes."

"The campaign approach has changed from 'for the good of the people' to 'for the good of the people on the surface.' Even if the actual policies are not beneficial to the people in the long run, as long as the people think you are good, you can get votes."

"So, apart from politicians, we need a stable and effective system that doesn't rely on votes to ensure the basic functioning of the country... such as the civil service."

"But this is convenient for us. As long as we treat the workers kindly in this way, keep their wages high, and occasionally give them some small benefits, the lord will be able to become the district chief smoothly."

Bird boasted.

Beside him, Sarah asked, "I have a question."

"What's the problem?" Bird raised his eyebrows.

Sarah frowned, her face filled with suspicion as she asked, "You said last time that one of the goals of the Pan-Magic Organization was to use magic to liberate productivity so that everyone could enjoy an eight-hour workday with two days off. So why not promote this in factories?"

Although he has been making excuses to delay the so-called pan-magic organization.

But occasionally, when Bird feels inspired, he will talk to Sarah about the so-called organizational goals to prevent being exposed - after all, talking doesn't cost money.

"Oh, of course I want to do that."

Bird opened his mouth and said, "Let me ask you a question, Miss Sarah. If you were in my shoes, what would you do in your free time?"

"Me?" Sarah thought for a moment. "Read some books, study potions or magic."

"You're right, but do you think the workers will study potions? Or magic?"

Bird shrugged. "They can't even read a few words now, let alone read. Every day when they have free time, they get together and drink, brag, or gamble and play cards."

"But that doesn't mean you won't have any free time, right?"

Sarah said angrily, "Then isn't our organization all empty talk?"

"So what I'm saying is that before we implement an eight-hour workday and two days off, we need to develop cultural literacy," Bird said. "Provide cultural education, promote literacy, and help workers develop reasonable, healthy, and elegant hobbies, such as reading, sports, and dancing... rather than having them gather together to waste time gambling."

It sounds ridiculous, but in the former Soviet Union, ballet, which sounds elegant and expensive, became a popular hobby...

"Is that so?"

Sarah suddenly understood, and the look she gave Bird became that of a comrade again. Her face was filled with revolutionary enthusiasm. "I understand. I can read, too. If you need help with literacy, you can come to me!"

Although he is a pervert who likes to harass girls, he is a pervert who knows a lot.

Magician Jian Zheng's gaze towards Bird improved slightly again.

Sophia came over and whispered, "Really? You want to teach the workers how to read and write. Do you think I have to teach them myself?"

Bird whispered back, "Of course not. Hiring teachers is bothersome and expensive. Wouldn't it be nice to use public funds after the election? It can also be used as a publicity stunt and a political achievement... As for Sarah, she'd be happy to teach workers in her free time, so it doesn't matter. Find her something to do so she doesn't have to follow me around all day under the guise of surveillance."

"So you lied to her again?"

Sophia couldn't help but say, "You're so mean! If Sarah knew, she would definitely scream for death, right?"

Bird said, "Just don't tell her, haha."

Seeing the two of them being affectionate in front of her again, Sarah frowned and shouted to stop them, "Pervert! There are so many workers watching over there! Don't do indecent things in public! It's against public morals!"

Well, this time she was right, the lord over there was giving a serious speech.

Bird shrugged helplessly.

Sophia reluctantly left Bird's side, and the others continued to watch the speech.

Avril finished this simple speech quickly.

After all, the main purpose is to show off and distribute benefits. Too long a speech will only bore the workers and reduce their attention.

Then, under Mary's leadership, eggs began to be distributed in an orderly manner. The workers who received the eggs cheered "Long live the lord", and then continued to work under the leadership of the team leader.

"How am I doing?"

Avril walked back to Bird and asked unsurely.