Chapter 596: 212.
Farm Storm_3 Chapter 596: 212.
Farm Storm_3 “Alright!”
Calot Lynn had his n take Westglenn’s people to rest while he himself took Westglenn to his office.
Calot Lynn’s office was luxurious, but with an air of…
the nouveau riche.
Westglenn didn’t pay much attention to this, knowing that even though Calot Lynn hailed from the sa village as Donnie and was relatively reliable, it was impossible that he hadn’t considered his own interests.
In fact, before Westglenn had left for the farm, Donnie had cautioned Westglenn to overlook anything excessive they might encounter.
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Donnie understood that where waters are too clear, there are no fish!
“The main leader on our farm is a man nad Kelvin Murphy, he’s the leader of the black workers, and everyone on the farm is willing to follow his lead.
He’s also responsible for communicating with workers from other farms.
However, ours isn’t a big farm, and the treatnt is fairly decent, so for now, they are still watching and haven’t taken any action!”
Calot Lynn began to describe the situation on the farm to Westglenn.
Westglenn replied, “Before coming here, Donnie told that your managent of the farm to its current state is a great success already.
I also believe that without your diation, those people would definitely have begun to act!”
Calot Lynn gratefully said, “Thank you, boss, for your trust in !”
“What exactly are their demands now?” Westglenn inquired.
Upon hearing Westglenn’s question, Calot Lynn imdiately showed an angry expression: “These people are a bunch of insatiable villains.
Although the treatnt we give them on our farm might not be the best in the entire South, it’s above average.
Not only that, I’ve also hired doctors to take care of their health.
I’ve even provided them with their own living quarters.
But these people are like a bottomless pit.
Today you give them a doctor, tomorrow they’ll want a hospital.
Take Kelvin Murphy, for instance; he promised he would start working the next day, but the following morning, he claid he had injured his leg.
Yet, in the afternoon, I saw him running around in the fields.
There are many more examples…”
After hearing this, Westglenn understood that Calot Lynn’s account was likely exaggerated.
But he didn’t care about these exaggerations since they were in the sa camp with the core goal of resolving the workers’ issues.
He nodded and said, “Just as the boss ntioned, they are indeed a bunch of greedy people, and this ti, we absolutely cannot agree to their conditions, or else their future demands will certainly increase!”
“These people are like riddled flesh; many tis, they agree nicely, and then the next day, various problems arise.
I hope you have an early awareness of this matter!”
“I understand!”
Afterwards, the two discussed the next steps in detail and then separated to rest.
When Westglenn returned to his room, he saw a lady with a graceful figure lying in the bedroom of his room…
The next day!
The black workers got up one by one, leaving their rooms.
This was their rest area, with rows of thatched huts, the doorways piled with various kinds of garbage, emitting a foul sll that masked the farm’s fresh morning scent.
But they didn’t care about this at all.
Of course, if their farm owner were to hire soone to clean it up, they would be very happy!
As the people stepped out of their rooms, they quickly noticed sothing different about the farm.
There were many people they didn’t recognize, all looking stern and indifferent to their presence.
Knock knock knock!
Norman Rigg knocked on Kelvin Murphy’s door.
A tall black man walked out from inside the room, he was Kelvin Murphy, the leader of the black workers!
“What’s up?” Kelvin Murphy, buttoning his shirt, asked with dissatisfaction, “It isn’t ti for breakfast yet, is it?”
Norman Rigg imdiately shared his observations with Kelvin Murphy.
“I heard that the owner here is a big shot from the North.
Could it be that they no longer wish to talk and are sending people over instead?” asked Norman Rigg worriedly.
Kelvin Murphy snorted, “No longer wish to talk?
Do they not want the sugarcane anymore?
Or are they planning to let those people harvest it?”
“Or could it be that they’re planning sothing violent?” Norman Rigg continued to inquire.
Kelvin Murphy reflected on his past experiences on the farm.
His already charcoal-like face grew even darker.
“Tis have changed, we’re not alone anymore.
Don’t forget that besides us, there are many others.
We haven’t joined forces with workers from other farms because they seed to know their place so far.
If they want to make a move, do you think we have to be afraid of them?”
At this point, Kelvin Murphy suddenly asked, “Did they bring weapons?”
Norman Rigg shook his head, “No, they aren’t carrying any weapons.”
“How many of them are there?” Kelvin Murphy continued.
“Probably around 100,” Norman Rigg estimated.
“100?
That’s quite a lot!” Kelvin Murphy initially voiced his concern but imdiately tried to embolden himself, saying, “No matter, later on you leave the farm to find so people from other farms.
If they refuse to et our demands later on, we’ll join forces with those from other farms, destroy everything here first, and then see who suffers the most!”
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