The reason why Felic was able to get from a slave to the position of the chief executive today was that he understood a truth for a long time and practiced it all the time. This truth is that someone must cooperate to succeed in everything, and if someone can help him, everyone will have a share of benefits. Of course, the amount of this share depends on how important the partner is to accomplish this.

Each currency must be handed by the mint craftsmen, and they must operate it with impurities such as lead and copper. More importantly, they are not slaves, but free men, and many of them are citizenship. Felic cannot force them to do this, and the powerful people in the city of Rome cannot use their power to seal their mouths. Therefore, the craftsmen are also Felic's "collaborators", Felic will give each of them a bonus at the end of each month. Of course, this money is a small witch compared to the income of him and the powerful people in the city of Rome. But compared with the original salary of the craftsmen, it is a huge income.

In a short time, the large open space surrounded by dozens of workshops in the Mint was crowded with black people, with a scale of five or six thousand people. The reason why the Mint had so many people was because most of the silver coins in the country could only be minted here, while the small factories in other places could only mint a small part of silver coins and copper coins.

When Felic climbed up to the platform surrounded by several escorts, the bustling crowd of people suddenly became quiet. Felic cleared his throat and spoke the words he had thought out: "Dear workers, are you satisfied with your income? Have I, Felic, have you treated you badly?"

The people in the audience looked at each other, not knowing why Felic said this. But soon they broke the silence and said in unison: "The chief manager treats us well. It can be said that his kindness is as heavy as a mountain. Without the chief manager, how could we have such a rich income every month?"

Felic nodded with satisfaction, then said with a bitter face and crying voice: "But there are only a few unfamiliar workers who have been bribed. They also privately obtained some evidence of the so-called fake greed in our foundry, and handed over the evidence to the ruling office. Now, Alexander, who only knows how to have fun every day and ignores politics, wants to impeach me under the instigation of his mother Amyas..."

After hearing this, the people in the audience immediately felt like they were in a panic and started to talk.

"Aren't these public secrets for what is fake and greedy? Who in the city of Rome, including those in the consul's office, has not received a copy?"

"That's right, what a big deal. Haven't we handed over a lot of gold and silver coins? One coin should be used as a coin!"

"Hmph, I think they just want more, so they deliberately look for trouble."

Felic waved his hands to signal everyone to calm down, and then he continued: "Now the ruling office has obtained personal evidence and has submitted it to the Senate. No one can help us now. But in order to prevent all the workers from being implicated in the end, I decided to go to Rome alone to surrender and take care of everything..."

Before he finished speaking, the small official of the Finance Department who conspired with him last night came to the stage and pretended to be anxious: "Master General, you must not. The Consuls Office is not targeting you. They are aiming at our fat piece of coin and trying to take it alone. So if you surrender and confess your guilt, they will use this as an excuse to reorganize the mint and even the entire Finance Department under their direct control. At that time, all the workers in the factory will be punished..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience, which had just been quiet for a while, suddenly exploded again.

A timid person said, "Everyone is guilty, this... isn't that true?"

Immediately, someone retorted: "Roman's strict laws are like a mountain. Unless you confiscate the dividends on weekdays, you will be guilty if you strictly pursue them. Besides, even if you don't ask for any crime, our work will definitely be lost."

Another person answered: "If Chief Felic is really impeached and convicted, even if we can still stay in the mint, who will protect us in the future?"

"The most urgent task now is to find a way to keep Felic's chief executive."

"Yes, keeping the Felic Chief Executive is to keep ourselves, but what can I do?"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Felic and the little official looked at each other, and the little official shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone, I have a way to protect the chief executive and ourselves."

As soon as he said this, the audience suddenly became quiet again. The small official continued, "As long as we unite, we have strength, we can force the consul and the emperor Alexander to submit. What we have to do is also very simple, it is a strike!"

The audience continued to remain silent, and a voice from the audience asked carefully: "But the imperial law stipulates that state-run factories such as mints and arsenals cannot go on strike, otherwise they will be regarded as rebellion."

The little official snorted coldly in his nostrils and said, "Rebellion? Well said, we will rebel. We will not only strike, but also take up weapons and resist the officers and soldiers who came to suppress!"

The off-field remained silent, and everyone muttered in their hearts that asking them to rebel was a business of putting their heads on their belts. The little official had obviously expected their reaction and continued to bewitch them:

"Everyone, if you don't do it, you can live a life of mercy. In the future, can you just not get so much money? Look at the strict laws of the empire. If we really go to court and strictly follow the law, can you guarantee that your head will not fall off? Also, if we don't resist and sit back and watch the development of the situation, the nobles who usually protect us may reach a tacit compromise with the consul. At that time, someone will have to take the blame before they can explain it to the Roman people. Do you really think that the Chief Felic can take the blame alone? You shouldn't pull you out to carry it?"

He paused, swallowed and continued, "But, as long as we work together to fight the tyranny of the consuls with a strike riot. I believe that he will compromise and give up the idea of ​​eating us under the pressure of ours and the adjustments of the nobles who usually protect us."

Another voice asked at the quiet scene: "But...what if he is desperate and refuses to give in?"

This time, it was not the little official but Felic personally replied: "The probability is very small, but Alexander really does not give in, and we will not lose. We will change to an emperor with the cooperation of the nobles in the city. At that moment, we can gather heroes from all walks of life compared to Spartacus three hundred years ago and directly enter the city of Rome. The conditions for our riots now are much more beneficial than those of the Spartacus era."
Chapter completed!