Chapter 279 Slap Plus Sweet Dates, Who Else Is Disobedient? (Published to Update 56)

The businessmen instantly made a 180-degree turn.

Just now, I was still pushing back and forth, but in an instant, I was already rushing to donate money. You have 1,000, he has 800, and he has 1,500. If it were not in the conference hall, the wallets, money bags, and jingling gold coins would have rained down.

Gretel was not at all proud. With many years of experience as an emergency doctor, he has become quite skilled at judging people with high eyebrows and low eyes. Although the businessmen in front of them took out their money happily, when they looked back or lowered their heads, a little anger and gloom would occasionally leak out from the corners of their brows and eyes.

——You can even think about it with your knees.

Who can be happy if someone is forcing you to pay?

Even when he was asked to pay compensation by the review committee, when he had to spend extra money to build a high-level mage tower, including when entering data using a tower spirit, he resisted in every possible way and did not want to pay a penny.

It’s okay to simply hold a grudge against him. Just be afraid, the wool comes from the sheep, and they ask the businessmen to pay, and the businessmen will turn around and deduct the wages of the workers, or simply fire a few...

In the end, even before public health construction started, a large number of workers were already implicated and more social problems were caused.

You still have to give them a sweet date. Of course, before giving Tianzao a big stick, he should try to hit him as hard as possible.

Gretel thought. He lowered his head silently amid the noise and began to flip through the information in his hand.

One page, two pages...

Following his actions, the noise in the conference hall gradually subsided, and a tense silence gradually accumulated.

Gretel turned to the pages he wanted. When he finished reading, he looked up and saw the twenty or thirty people opposite him stretching their necks and staring directly at his manuscript paper.

this……

Whether you read it or not, I’m going to talk about all this...it’s useless to see it in advance...

Gretel cursed and turned to the podium. Hey, although it’s a bit deceptive, you still have to ask for what you need to ask for.

"In addition to using clean water sources in production, companies, er, workshops and shops that want to be certified, should also abide by some regulations. - First of all, garbage cannot be thrown away casually, and wastewater must be discharged uniformly..."

"Why?"

"Why?"

Several voices on the other side shouted together. The fattest and strongest one shouted especially loudly:

"Our slaughterhouse produces so many internal organs a day. If we don't throw them into the river, what should we do?!"

Oh, it turns out they are killing pigs and sheep. No wonder he's so fat. His coat has been made as big as possible, but it can't cover the bulging muscles on his arms. Grete glanced at the other party with pity:

"...If you don't want it, give it to me? I'll send someone to drag it away?"

"What?"

The butcher was stunned for a moment.

I want to say "I'll give it to you", but I'm a little unwilling to do so. I always feel that Grete is hiding a trap somewhere; I want to say "I'll handle it myself", but Grete's words hold me back, but I can't say it out. . While he was struggling, Gretel turned his face and smiled at the auditorium:

"Master Bishop, how about I hire someone to cook these offal and sell it to the temple? After all, it is meat, which can fill the stomach, and can also improve the soldiers' night blindness, so that they can see things at night. Don't worry, I only charge the cost price! "

The Archbishop smiled and nodded. The owner of the slaughterhouse immediately straightened his eyes, leaned forward, and shouted so loud that he almost broke his voice:

"Wait-wait! It's hard to clean up the internal organs! If they can't be cleaned, they can't be eaten!"

"What a shame, I know how to do it." Gretel shrugged:

"I'm a healer. I've dealt with everything from the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and intestines. It's easy to hire a few people to teach them how to do it.

——At most, it’s a little difficult to clean the intestines. At worst, I have to use soda ash, and I don’t lack that stuff. Thunder Tower produces water purification tablets, and there is caustic soda in the by-product. After a little tossing, it becomes soda ash. "

"this……"

The owner of the slaughterhouse was glistening with oil and sweat. At the age of 12, he came to the city from the countryside to work as an apprentice. He started as a small laborer carrying buckets and boiling water, and eventually became the president of the slaughtering guild. One sword at a time, one pig and one sheep, to achieve today's status.

When dealing with people, we believe that "money is earned and saved." We will not hire anyone who can't be hired, and we will do the work ourselves if we can do it ourselves. To this day, he is still in the shop early in the morning, killing pigs, bleeding them, blanching them, cutting them into pieces, and working with his men.

Such a person has a ready-made path in front of him, but it is simply more uncomfortable than cutting out his flesh to prevent him from making money. Seeing that Grete had finalized a deal with just a few words, he stretched his neck against the back of the chair in front of him. If he hadn't been in the last row, he would have jumped down and hugged Grete's thigh:

"Master Mage, Master Healer, hire me! You have to hire people for everything, just leave it to me! I will sell it at whatever price you want. I will never make an extra point over there at the Temple of the God of War!"

Look, look, isn't it good to be so obedient earlier? Grete sighed contentedly and looked at the auditorium again. The Archbishop of the God of War Temple smiled slightly and raised his hand to Gretel:

"It's up to you. I just want something. The price is half the price of meat. Those boys in the temple can eat whatever they want."

Except for knights, ordinary temple guards cannot eat meat every day. The temple is also very happy to be able to get cheap, stable, and delicious animal offal!

Besides, Little Grete's favor has not yet been repaid. Last time, the 20 priest apprentices were returned in only two days!

"Master Master! You hire me! You will get half of the income from this business, no, 80%! 80%! 90% is the head office! I still have to pay the wages to the clerk!"

It’s cost-effective to give them all! Are the thighs of the Temple of the God of War something you can hug if you want to? Also, once you learn how to cook offal, it’s your own business!

Gretel pursed her lips and smiled, but did not answer the question. To his left, Aurora raised her head from the manuscript and scolded him:

"Okay, does the boss need you some money? The boss even has his own mage tower!" Well, although he doesn't have it yet, looking at the meeting today, he will get it soon. "Instead of thinking about giving money, why don't you Think carefully about what the boss really needs!"

"Yes, yes..." The owner of the slaughterhouse nodded and bowed. "Master Mage, don't worry, I will listen to whatever you say. Don't throw away the internal organs, don't pour the sewage, that - then where should we dump it?"

That's right, that's why you're obedient. Grete smiled at him and pressed his palm down to signal him to calm down:

"We'll talk about your business later. - Dear members, let me explain here that water bodies with too much garbage and feces are especially conducive to bacterial reproduction. In the past two months, when I was taking water samples for testing throughout the city It was found that the bacterial content in sewage ditches with a lot of garbage was particularly high.

——From this, I believe that in order to improve the level of urban sanitation, garbage and feces must be dumped uniformly, sewage discharged uniformly, and processed through sedimentation, filtration, and plant absorption.

If you need it, I can provide my experimental records to prove the necessity of banning littering and unified treatment of wastewater. "

The great magicians discussed in low voices for a while. Then, the great magician of the Change Department coughed and spoke on behalf of everyone:

"The experimental records can be submitted later. Master Nordmark, go on, tell me what else needs to be done."

"Yes." Oops, this is such a comfortable turn of phrase. Grete got what he wanted, cleared his throat, and glanced at the businessmen opposite:

“We establish public health services to improve the health of citizens and enhance their well-being.

——For this reason, the costs paid by businesses must not be passed on by depriving employees, laying off workers, or raising the prices of people's daily necessities. This is putting the cart before the horse and completely goes against the original intention of the Parliament and must be strictly prohibited! "

There was another chaos on the seat opposite. However, this time, Gretel did not allow them to protest loudly, but instead raised his voice:

"Are the colleagues from the Liquor Association here?"

"Here you are!" An old man stood up in the second to last row. He had a sallow face and a big belly. He pressed his right ribs with one hand intentionally or unintentionally. Gretel just glanced at him and wanted to go over and roll his eyelids:

Old man, do you have cirrhosis of the liver?

He suppressed his medical instinct, raised his face, and looked directly at the other person. His voice was neither urgent nor slow, with a smile on his lips:

"Do you make your own wine? Do you grow grapes? Do you know how to prevent grapes from getting sick? Do you want to know how to prevent wine from becoming sour, and how to control the temperature and time of steaming malt when brewing beer?"

He asked a question, the old man nodded, asked another question, and nodded again. After asking a series of questions, the old man's waist had already bent to 45 degrees, and he had to kneel down and hug his thighs.

Gretel turned his head to the left. After taking two steps out, I looked back at him:

"By the way, you'd better find a high-level healer - take a look at your liver."

The wine merchant nodded. Gretel smiled at him and scanned the seats opposite him from left to right:

“Salt merchants here, would you like to know how to purify coarse salt efficiently and what the purified impurities can be used for?

Blacksmiths' guild, if there is one, would you like to know how to smelt iron on a large scale and how to ensure that the smelted iron can be used?

Grocers - Let's call them grocers. Is anyone interested in a way to mass-produce sulfuric acid? "

He spoke casually, and the sound of heavy breathing on the seat opposite became more and more frequent. Businessmen, you looked at me and I looked at you, my eyes began to turn red. If they didn't belong to different industries, they would have gotten into a ball on the spot.

That's right. These advanced technologies are both profits and weapons. Whoever has them in their hands will be able to stand out among their peers. The Magic Council is the representative of this world's advanced technology, holding the most powerful weapon in its hands——

Gretel turned to face the podium and bowed slightly again:

“Providing employment, providing rich prices, suitable products, and protecting the environment are all social responsibilities that a shop or workshop cannot shirk.

I think the Magic Council should choose those stores that perform well in terms of social responsibility and prioritize cooperation with them, or provide technical guidance. "

The last few words dragged on long and heavy. There was silence for a moment, and then, bang, bang, bang, the great magician of the transformation department smiled and clapped his hands.

Several other committee members also applauded. Others quickly followed, and within a short while, there was a round of applause from the rostrum, across the discussion table, and in the auditorium.

Grete smiled and bowed in three directions. He waited patiently for about half a minute, then raised his hands and pressed down gently. Silence returned to the conference hall. Grete turned to the opposite side of the discussion table, put his hands behind his back, and smiled calmly:

"Now, which chamber of commerce and workshop is unwilling to abide by the rules of the parliament?"

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