Most of the time, the lady's fainting is not really fainting, it is just a way to avoid embarrassment. For Luna, this theorem is also true. She could clearly feel Prince Gibson's powerful arms and arms, and also hear the discussions of people around her. She heard Archbishop Scott step forward and cover her waist with something. Gibson whispered with him and carried her to a room on the upper floor of Scott's mansion. If Luna was usually allowed to lie alone in the room of Scott's mansion, she would feel guilty. Luna didn't know how coveted Scott was about her. Gibson, who was famous for her, was not what Luna wanted. However, Prince Gibson was also here today, and Luna predicted that Scott would not dare to do anything.

Things were just as Luna expected. Shortly after the two men left the room, when the maids came in, she had recovered her consciousness. However, Luna was not in the mood to stay after such a thing happened at the banquet. She politely said goodbye to Prince Gibson and Archbishop Scott, rode back to the Magic Tower in her own carriage, and immediately found Dylan and Melen.

"Dylan, what's going on with this dress?"

With obvious bad intentions, Luna threw the cracked skirt over Dylan's head, who was kneeling on the ground. Dylan opened the skirt tremblingly, checked the tearing place, and suddenly knocked his head heavily to the ground.

"It's Didi's wrong. This dress Didi was not sewn tightly, causing an accident at the dance--"

"You still know it was an accident?"

Luna's tone became even worse. She called the guards waiting beside her and pointed at Dylan.

"Trag her out and let the master be humiliated, and whip thirty!"

"No, Master! Didi will die! Master, please, Didi serve you for three years—"

Dylan's struggle and begging for mercy was pressed down by the guards. Two men with big waists and round waists were still easy to deal with a maid. They stretched out their feet and kicked Dylan in the bend of his legs, knocking Dylan who had just wanted to stand up to the ground. Dylan still wanted to struggle, and the guard standing on her right kicked her on the right again, arching her body, and no longer had the strength to shout.

"Sir, when I was wearing a skirt, Didi told you-"

Melen couldn't stand it. She and Dylan grew up together and had a good relationship. What's more, Didi reminded Luna before the banquet. The waistline of the skirt was not tight and could not support vigorous exercise. She wanted to defend Dylan, but saw Luna's eyes.

There was no emotion in those green pupils, which made Meren feel a little chilled. Before she knew it, she closed her mouth.

"Okay, what else can I see! Drag on!"

Luna waved her hand impatiently and asked the two guards to drag away the maid like a dead fish. The whip in the mage tower used a pig leather whip with iron nails inlaid with iron nails. After dipping it in water, it was swung hard, and a whip could make people's skin burst. There was never a woman who could support her thirty whip.

"Okay, I'm going to bed, serve me to bed."

Seeing the guards close the door, Luna stood up, stood on her favorite Lent velvet blanket, and opened her arms. Meren got up, wiped her face, and stepped forward to help Luna change her clothes.

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On the third day of the strike, Daniel Rand, the manager of Rand Machinery Company, was alarmed. The outstanding student, accompanied by a large group of people at the factory management, walked into the small dormitory used as the union office of the Fendingen Factory Factory of Rand Machinery Company, in the afternoon. Union Secretary Kaber Luya and Deputy Secretary Patrick Gahan knew they were coming, so he asked two workers to sit around the table to play cards. Two pieces of black bread were casually placed by them on the corner of the table to suggest that Little Rand was not short of food.

As soon as he entered the room, Daniel Rand frowned. The house used as the workers' dormitory was narrow and poorly ventilated. The small room was filled with two double beds. In the narrow aisle, the workers threw shoes and socks all over the floor, which made them smell annoying. The head-striking person on this strike, Caber Luya, who made Rand hate, was playing cards with his comrades with a relaxed look on his face.

"Okay, let's talk about it. You want to see me. I'm here. Why do you want to strike?"

Rand reached out and swept the two pieces of black bread on the table to the ground. He deliberately stepped on it and twisted it twice. He stood in the glare of the four people, silently until Caber Luya asked someone to give him a seat, and then relaxed his expression.

"Mr. Rand, our demands are not high. Now workers only have half a day off every month, work for 14 hours a day, and eat badly. Many people can't stand it. We have earned so much money for the company. A steam engine can be sold for 300 to 400 f, but our weekly salary is only 20 lams. We have earned you so much money, and I hope you can be a little nicer to us."

Seeing that the Lord was coming, Kaber Luya did not avoid it and sat opposite Rand to start posing conditions. His posture was very low. After all, the book "On Capital" is just a theory. How to practice it depends on their struggle with Rand.

"Mr. Luya, I really underestimate you. I have built a trade union under my nose. Ha? It seems that your mind is not very useful?"

Rand already knew that it was Luya who was making trouble behind, but he had to humiliate Luya in person to see how he reacted. After hearing Rand's words, Luya was not in a clear mood. He just rubbed his hands gently and started to laugh.

"They are all hard workers, nothing is good or bad. If you need me, I stood up."

"Comrades..."

Rand sucked the word Luya used and recalled the rumors he had heard some time ago. Recently, the workers' movement has become increasingly rampant in the Third Republic of Vern. Although the government has listed "On Capital" as a banned book, it is obvious that workers have other channels to support it.

"Yes, comrades!" Lu Ya emphasized the word, "We have no other requirements. We have 10 hours of working hours every day for two days of holidays every month. For comrades who are injured in work, the factory will pay compensation of at least 20 bucks, that's all."

"Don't go too far!"

Ben Alvin, the director of the Fendingen factory in Rand Machinery, took a step forward and was very aggressive. "The factory orders are already tight now. Do you still have to strike? You have to reduce the time? 20 RAM per week is already a lot of money, not to mention that we still care about your food and accommodation! There are a lot of workers on the street, and you don't do it, some of them are doing it!"

"But they don't understand steam engines!" Luya has long been confident about the possible response of Rand Company. "The Ministry of Railways' orders will be delivered in two weeks, and more than 80% of the production tasks are in our factory. There are many people on the street who can work, but do they know about steam engines? Can you use them to complete the Ministry of Railways' orders on time? If you can't complete them, I heard that there are a lot of liquidated damages!"

"It seems that you are well-informed, Mr. Luya, I underestimate you." Little Rand gritted his teeth, "You did hold our life gate, but do you really think we are afraid of you?"

Speaking of this, Rand slapped the table, walked out of four policemen from behind him, and pressed Luya and Patrick Gahan on the table. Seeing that the situation was not good, one tried to stop it, and the other fled out through the window.

"Daniel Rand! Do you dare to arrest me? Do you know what the consequences will be if you arrest me! Don't think about starting your factory within three months! We working class don't let you bully you if you want to bully you!"

Luya was struggling and shouting. The policeman who held him took out the baton and smashed it hard on his back, which made Luya cough. Rand asked the police to handcuff the two leaders and took them out. Outside the dormitory door, there were already workers who had heard the news. They were holding crowbars and wrenches in their hands, and the muscles on their arms that had been trained for many years were tightly tight in the sun, staring at Rand and his party with a bad expression.

"Mr. Rand!" The workers who had just escaped stood at the front of the team, "We are all poor people, there is nothing to be afraid of. If you really anger us, you can't get out of the factory today!"

"Mr. Rand, what should I do?"

Ben Alvin leaned against Little Land, his voice trembling. He had never looked at these workers with an eye before, and he did not expect these workers to have such great energy.

"Don't panic, I have my own way."

Rand waved his hand and took the tin loudspeaker handed over by the person next to him, "Worker brothers! I am Daniel Rand, the manager of Rand Machinery Company! It is your employer! Just now, these two people behind me, Kaber Luya and Patrick Gahan, told me that you want two days off and 10 hours of working hours a day! You want work injury compensation! Are you?"

"yes!!!"

The workers shouted neatly, and then the chaos became more and more messy.

"Let our secretary go!"

"Give us a holiday!!!"

"Don't agree not to leave!!!"

Rand waved his hand and suppressed the workers' reaction, "I heard your request! As the boss of Rand Machinery Company, I agreed to it! Two days off every month! Working 10 hours a day! Working for you 30 dollars in compensation for work injuries! Is it OK??"

"good!"

"Really?"

"You won't lie, are you?"

"Let our secretary go!"

The workers started to make a fuss again. Rand waited for everyone to be quiet before continuing, "Worker brothers, your life is not easy, I know. But my life is not easy. The order from the Ministry of Railways was the one I knelt down and begged for those nobles to come! If it is not completed, our Rand Machinery Company will go bankrupt! Then the factory will go bankrupt! You will all lose your job! We will also lose all our money and stay on the streets! I think, you don't want this to happen, right? "

This time the workers didn't speak, and people's expressions began to hesitate, and a low voice of discussion flowed among the crowd. Rand saw this reaction and knew that his purpose was about to be achieved. He turned around and pointed at Kaber Luya and Patrick Gahan.

"These two people! They are your secretary! They help you fight for your rights! I admire them! However, the state has national laws and the factory has factory rules! They took the lead in strike during their work! They led the trouble! Let our Rand machinery lose more than 5,000 U.S. dollars! How to calculate this account?!"

"That was your own question!"

"Let our secretary be released!!!"

Someone shouted in the crowd, but there were obviously fewer echoes. Rand continued to shout: "Now, I have agreed to your conditions! However, no one can be responsible for the losses caused by your strike to the factory!!! I will not let you pay any money, so I sent these two people to prison! They are your secretary, and it is also appropriate to fight for your rights and interests, right?"

The workers became even more silent, as if someone wanted to shout ok, but they were stopped by the people beside them. The workers who had just run out of the window turned around to face the workers and shouted loudly.

"Comrades, don't be fooled! Mr. Rand is lying to you! They arrested Secretary Luya and Secretary Kahan, deceived us to start work, and will immediately repent when the order is completed! We must stand with the two secretary! We cannot let them capture the secretary!!!"

"Are you lying?!"

The voices of the leading workers played a role, and the hesitation in the eyes of the workers decreased a lot. They stared at Rand and started making noise again. Rand waited for them to finish the fight before picking up the loudspeaker and continued, "I am here, I will not go anywhere! You can see if I am lying to you! I am not trying to capture your secretary! You are worried that I will lie to you, but I am still worried that you will lie to me? What if you don't work hard and delay my order? I ask you two secretary to go to the police station and ask them to testify as witnesses and witness my promises and your promises, isn't it possible?"

"Don't listen to him! He is lying to you-"

Luya wanted to shout, but was stopped by the police. Rand signaled the police to let go of Luya, and only pulled his handcuffs with his hands, allowing Luya to talk to him.

"Why did I lie to you?"

"You arrest us and then cheat the workers into work! When the order is finished, you will regret it! If you have the ability, you will sign a contract with us! You will say nothing, sign a new labor contract!!!"

"Yes! Sign a new labor contract!!!"

The workers started to make trouble again, and Rand waved his hand and took out the things he had prepared long ago.

"This is a new labor contract! I'm ready! Is this considered sincerity? Ah? What do you want me to do if you don't even believe in the contract?"

The worker who was leading just now came to get a contract and checked it carefully, but no problems were found. The workers gathered in front of Rand, took the contract one by one, and started signing and stamping in person. Luya saw Rand do this and knew that today's movement had been successful. He was not too worried about his own destiny.

"Okay, thank you, brothers from all the workers! Now please get the contract and go back to work? Your two secretaries, I will definitely be a good hospitality. When the order is completed, I will deliver it to you as it is. OK?"

Rand called out for a while before he left with the workers' permission. Luya and Gahan were still tortured, but the workers got the contract and were guaranteed, and did not stop Rand from taking the two secretaries away. Rand and a large group of people surrounded the two secretaries and left the factory. They walked to a place where the workers could not see them, and pushed the two into a police carriage with iron railings on the windows.

"Rand! What are you doing?"

Luya lay in front of the window and questioned loudly. Rand walked up to him and looked at him with a slanted eye.

"Carber Luya, you're dead."
Chapter completed!