A small space formed by the walls of several houses.
There was a lot of garbage scattered around here, and the open space in the middle was slightly raised, with a straight and round wooden stick standing on it.
This is the hiding place of the three homeless people in the "amnesia incident" and their burial place.
The stick was actually the wooden handle of a shovel and was used as a simple tombstone.
Varina was leaning on the wooden handle and sleeping deeply.
He didn't rent a house in the East District. The only closest and most convenient safe place he could think of in the afternoon was here.
It only took him a few minutes to run over at the speed of an ordinary person.
Jumping onto the roof from an uninhabited corner, Varina quickly moved to the top of this space. After a quick glance, he was sure that no one had noticed this place since he left last time.
After all, there is only a barely passable wall gap connecting it to the street outside, so it is indeed not easy to be discovered.
He immediately jumped down and immediately took off his "bottom line" pocket watch and put it on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, he sat down, leaned on the upright wooden handle, and directly entered a deep sleep state with the help of meditation.
…
6pm.
Varina woke up energetically, but there was still a little fatigue on his face.
He reached out and pulled on his head a few times, and found that his long hair had shrunk back a lot. Only slightly longer than original;
He rubbed his forehead and temples a few more times and found that the headache and tinnitus had completely subsided.
"It seems I'm out of danger."
Varina felt relieved, picked up the "bottom line" pocket watch on the ground next to him, glanced at the time, and put it back on his inner shirt.
This time he forced himself a bit.
But fortunately the result was pretty good.
Moreover, because he provoked everyone to vent their evil desires for destruction several times, he felt feedback from the performance, and the "Instigator" potion was also digested to a certain extent.
The three events of "Agent", "Foreman", and finally "Traitor" all brought feedback to Varina.
Of course, the performance feedback brought by such a limited "disaster" is definitely not strong.
But this at least proves that his idea is feasible——
The plan can continue to be implemented!
Varina took a few steps back, bowed deeply towards the wooden handle on the ground, and turned away.
…
At 6:30, Varina arrived at the Workers' Union Tavern.
At first, no one recognized him.
As usual, he sat on the high stool in front of the bar, took out a 1 sole note, and ordered a glass of Southwell beer first.
Tons tons tons.
ha--
After drinking more than half of the cup in one breath, Warina finally relieved his hunger and thirst a little.
"A piece of pan-fried fish, a beef stew with potatoes, two oatmeal buns stuffed with pork sausages, um, and a glass of Southwell beer."
The bartender who was wiping the wooden cup looked at Varina's muddy blue workman's coat, without even calculating the total price, and replied directly:
"These things are more than 1 sole."
Varina nodded, took out another 1 suler note from his right trouser pocket, and put it on the table.
"There's still 3 pence left," the bartender looked back and suggested, "How about changing it to rye beer? It's only 1 and one-half pence a glass."
Varina shook his head, took out three more copper pennies, and pressed them onto two banknotes.
"Please hurry up, I'm hungry."
These coins were taken from the labor wages of the workers that Burton gave him but could not be distributed.
Carrying only banknotes was a bad habit developed by Warina and Qili after they had been together for a long time.
However, he is not worried at all that workers will come to him to collect wages later, because this is a tavern, and he still has more than ten pounds in cash, so he can easily complete the payment.
All he wants now is a big meal.
The bartender took the money, smiled and said a few words, and rang the bell on the table to notify the kitchen.
After more than ten minutes, when Varina started drinking his second glass of wine, his dinner was delivered.
Varina left the bar with the dinner plate, sat down at a nearby empty seat, and began to devour the food.
"belch……"
Within about ten minutes, Varina stuffed all the food into his stomach and burped with satisfaction.
"you?!"
"You are... my lord!"
Only then did the workers sitting opposite realize that the guy who ate like a starving man as soon as he sat down was actually the man who led them to get back their unpaid wages in the morning!
He stood up excitedly, waved his hands, and shouted:
"Master Lexa is here, right here with me!"
His voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of almost everyone in the tavern.
But most people didn't know what he was talking about, and they looked away after taking a glance.
Among the few workers who understood, about half were those who participated in the wage petition and those who came to collect labor wages. After hearing the words, they left their seats one after another and gathered around Varina.
In a short time, they completely destroyed the atmosphere of the tavern and almost blocked the passage for customers.
Whatever the reason for their gathering, this was what Wariner expected to see.
But if he still wants to start his plan in this tavern, then he must solve a problem immediately——
How to get along with other people in the pub.
"Everyone, I have something to say."
Varina jumped on the table and carried his voice steadily to everyone's ears.
"Don't crowd together and block the passage, which affects the boss's business."
He looked around and took a fancy to the area on the left side of the bar. It was relatively independent and not too big, so it was very suitable for him to carry out activities.
So he said to the drinker over there:
"Friends, could you please change seats? We plan to borrow a place to chat for a few words."
…
After a brief period of confusion, the atmosphere in the bar returned to normal.
Varina "persuaded" the vast majority of people, and there were many people, not to mention just changing seats, so even the few guests who were unhappy chose to tolerate it.
In this way, the bar is roughly divided into two relatively independent parts, one large and one small, with completely different atmospheres on both sides.
in a small area.
The workers were sitting on the benches, either upright or backwards, facing Varina, who occupied an exclusive table in the middle.
They were waiting for Varina to send the money.
Varina has other purposes, and of course he cannot satisfy them right away, otherwise who would listen to him?
He took out the list from his arms, flipped through a few pages and asked:
"Do you know who has the greatest credit for successfully recovering wages today?"
Sparse answers sounded among them, and the tone was either fanatical, flattering, or coping... The answer was not what Varina expected.
"Of course it's you, Lord Lexa."
“If you don’t have an adult, you can’t get your money back!”
…
Varina kept shaking his head, and his answers soon died down.
He then spoke and "persuaded":
"The ones who deserve the most credit are everyone, everyone who participated in the salary request!"
"It was the power of unity that helped us win."
"Although each of us is very small, as long as we unite, we can burst out with terrifying power."
Wariner nodded briefly and gave them a few minutes to think about their acceptance.
Finally, when their minds began to wander, he brought them back with one sentence.
"Okay, now let's start distributing back wages. Those who haven't received it should stand up."
brush!
As soon as he finished speaking, half of the people jumped up from the bench impatiently.
…
After the first person got the money, half of the workers who were sitting left and more than half left.
They went back to inform acquaintances and friends.
