The gate of the courtyard, which usually has constant traffic, is now filled with protesting crowds. Most of them are employees of wineries and other workshops, and their daily lives are extremely difficult.
Generally speaking, when a chamber of commerce becomes bigger, due to reputation and long-term considerations, the treatment will be much higher than that of a small chamber of commerce, and the reputation will be better.
But the Nisos family is different. Not only has their pay not increased, but their working hours are even longer, and there is basically no time off to rest.
Especially since Fenton took over the family business, he has recently developed a new wine and recruited many new employees. If they are just a little tired from work, it is not unacceptable for these people. Where can this not be the case?
However, recently, after working in the new winery for a period of time, some people have gradually deteriorated physically and even gone crazy mentally. At first, everyone thought that those people were in poor health, but as more and more people had accidents, everyone began to doubt that this new wine
It was poisonous. In order to prevent its reputation from being damaged, the Nisos family sent people to arrest and warn those who dared to speak nonsense, and suppressed them for a while.
But in the end, the matter was exposed. Many employees began to claim compensation and protest, but the chamber of commerce turned a deaf ear and sent thugs to disperse the crowd.
Everything was until recently, when a young man named Gretel organized everyone, united the employees of more than a dozen workshops, and went on strike to protest. Now the Nissos family couldn't stand it.
Faced with the collective protest of hundreds of people, the Nissos family also had some objections. It was not that they could not be defeated, but that it would greatly damage their reputation within the business alliance. It would also openly violate many laws and regulations.
Hard to cover up.
"Sir Fenton, what's bad is that after the Aoni Chamber of Commerce heard that there was a problem with our new wine, they have refused to continue purchasing it. Not only that, other companies have also begun to return the product."
Snapped-
The cups and tea sets were swept to the floor, making a shattering sound.
"Didn't the alchemist say there was no problem before?" Fenton shouted angrily.
"Where are his people?"
"Sir, the alchemist said a month ago that he was going to find new materials, and then left for a few days to purchase..."
"Then what?" Fenton stared angrily.
"Then...I never saw him again." The servant below replied tremblingly.
"Idiot!" Fenton kicked him over.
At the front end, Fenton introduced a new wine at the banquet. He called it 'Soma', which means the legendary wine. After drinking this wine, you will have a slight hallucination and you can see the beautiful scenes in your dreams.
The Nisos family claims that this wine is completely non-toxic and non-addictive, so it was immediately loved by some upper class people after it was launched.
It is not only a kind of wine, but has become a kind of enjoyment. If the winery incident had not been exposed this time, the Nisos family would have made several times the profit this year by relying on this.
But unfortunately, the secret of the new wine was exposed. Orders from various companies stopped being sent and they began to ask for returns. Not only that, the Nisos family's other wine orders were also greatly affected, and all kinds of orders began to change.
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After the victory in the northern battlefield, the war in the West Wind Kingdom entered a stage of raging fire.
"put!"
Following the orders from the rebel officers, boulders taller than a man rolled into the throwing baskets of a dozen tall trebuchets.
A dull and sour sound came out, the gears and wooden frames slowly rotated under the action of lever mechanics, continuously accelerating the boulders, and then threw them high into the air, whistling across arcs in the air.
When it hit the city wall, stone fragments flew out, like the wrath of the gods.
The city wall made of bricks and stones was filled with archers wearing red and blue robes, constantly throwing rain of arrows from the city wall more than 20 meters high, and the arrowheads in the sky covered the sky like locusts.
Under the city wall were rebels wearing black burqas, and countless flags with gold stars on a blue background were flying on the ground.
boom--
With a loud noise, a large amount of dust shook off the heavy wooden city gate, and some steel rivets began to loosen.
Outside the city gate, the battering ram made of thick logs held by five people was lifted by a group of strong men. Their veins were exposed and their faces were blood red. They shouted slogans in unison and kept hitting it.
Even though there were shieldmen protecting them, the falling rocks and bows and arrows from the city wall still fell mercilessly. Some people were hit so hard that they spit out blood, and even their bones were exposed. But if one person falls, another will fall immediately.
www.biquger.info] One person stepped forward and continued to carry it.
The desolate horns kept blowing, and groups of warriors sang ancient war songs and marched forward.
…
The mourning song spreads thousands of miles. Running in the wilderness are the rebels waving flags of stars and wheat ears. The flags with blue background and gold pattern are flapping in the wind. Their faces covered with wind and frost are galloping across the mountains and fields, just to fight for the victory.
This spark of hope spreads to more places.
They do not expect that the revolution will definitely be achieved in their own hands, but this does not mean that what they do is meaningless, but at least they want to tell those who are as oppressed as they are that in this sinking and dark world,
There are still torches of hope, which burn fiercely, drive away darkness and indifference, and bring a bright and warm dream.
That is a world where equality and dignity can be achieved, a world where the shackles of oppression can be broken, a real and beautiful world.
"There has never been any noble blood, so why are they born to be superior!"
Clerks wearing star badges stood on high places and shouted loudly. They were in the fields, deep mountains, squares, and taverns reading out the lofty dream to every person in the Kingdom of West Wind, which countless people yearned for.
The world is a world full of flowers.
"The world is not all sunshine and rainbows."
"This is a mean and dirty place."
"It doesn't care how innocent you are."
"It will still knock you down brutally."
"And let you never recover as long as you don't resist."
"If you know your worth."
"Then you have to work hard to gain your own value."
"Instead of blaming others and saying that you can't be what you want."
"To complain without making any changes is the behavior of a coward."
"But you are not a coward!" they roared.
"You are better than cowards!"
The audience in the audience was shocked. Most of them were poor people at the bottom and hard-working farmers. Their long-term life had made them indifferent and numb, like stubborn rocks in the fields, and their hearts were cold and without luster.
But today, these stubborn stones were struck with sparks. An impulse that had been suppressed for a long time finally began to emerge from the bottom of my heart, and my blood gradually began to boil.
"Long live Crancia!"
At first there were only one or two, then three or four, then more and more people joined in, and finally a surging and unanimous voice sounded under the sky.