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Chapter 355 355. It doesn't say that we can't make trouble in a place where people are giving passionate speeches in a beer hall (First update)
"Well, I just don't completely agree with what the gentleman above said."

The speeches in the beer hall became background music, or background noise, that no one cared about.

The unemployed worker who kept complaining had been kicked off the stage, and the new person who had come up to the podium was reading the words from a manuscript.

What he said was better than the previous one, but that was the extent of it.

The central idea was slightly refined, calling on people to unite under the leadership of their political groups to fight against the upper nobility and parliament and strive for more welfare for the people.

Each of them sounded good, but each of them was empty and meaningless, and many people could see that the guy was just here to recruit people, and the promises he made would not even stay in his mind for 24 hours.

A man who says things he doesn't even believe in, and tries to use these words to encourage others to follow him, fight for him, and carry him into Congress.

For men, the sound made by the guy on the stage is just white noise.

Men are very realistic about public speaking. If you don't say something they care about, it will be ignored.

Even when the guy on the podium had just finished speaking the first half of the speech, people who had focused their attention on the new speaker immediately shifted their attention elsewhere.

The workers have heard this tone of voice that requires them to pay first too many times. Even if they are not so sensitive to the content of the speech, they will instinctively feel that the guy speaking above is very similar to the boss who fired them and deserves to go to hell.

After finishing reading the script, the speaker started swearing on the stage as he saw that the people in the beer hall didn't seem to pay any attention to him, which was different from what he had expected, that people would rush up to ask to join in.

The language began to become impolite to the people present.

Mo Hao smiled and raised his voice several degrees to the person who was asking him, just loud enough to drown out the cursing speaker and be heard by everyone else.

"Okay, now I completely disagree."

"Look at this gentleman's expression. He has thirteen incoherent sentences and eight typos in his manuscript. I won't pick on the tone of his voice."

Mo Hao placed his right leg on top of his left leg, crossed his hands on his thighs, and a smile appeared on his face.

A malicious sneer, "As for the content, he almost wrote on his face that you should fight for his interests and shed your last drop of blood for him."

Mo Hao's comment angered the explorer, "How dare you...slander the great mentor..."

“Don’t flatter yourself by covering yourself with the sacred skin of other people’s theories to excuse your ignorance and viciousness.”

Many of the ideas that emerged in this world during this period of time have a lot in common with what Mo Hao knows, and there are also changes due to different environments.

For some theories he has learned, he is still able to distinguish from the speeches of those who are implementing the theories or those who are pretending to be so.

"Sir, your speech just now revealed that you have poor grades, little social interaction, no special skills, don't study hard, are not motivated at work, and are not active in life."

"I can't get close to the grassroots, I can't give up wasting time and meaningless entertainment activities, I can't live without alcohol, and I refuse to go to the living environment of the producers to eat and live with them, so as to understand the hardships of their lives."

"You don't tolerate opponents. You haven't read many of the mentors' books. Just because you think you are the orthodox successor of the great mentor's theory, as long as you raise your arms and shout, the people of the world must follow you unconditionally. If they don't follow you, they are reactionary class enemies."

"You also need a hot, glamorous lady who meets your aesthetic standards to say to you, 'My handsome, tall and always correct class mentor, please date me.'"

"The above is my summary of your 20-minute speech. Is there anything you can refute?"

There was silence, followed by laughter. The audience expressed their approval of Mo Hao with their loudest laughter and applause.

They may not hear the underlying meaning of the speech, but they can tell that the speaker is using the same tone as their boss when he is cursing.

The workers were willing to give the other party a chance to embarrass themselves when they had the chance, as they were instinctively uncomfortable with the insults.

The speaker's face turned red and white, and even a little blue. He pushed open the door of the beer hall and rushed out amid the laughter of the crowd.

Judging from this situation, he will probably avoid this beer hall for several months. Mo Hao raised his beer to the gentleman who asked him the question, drank it in one gulp, and left the beer hall.

He shouldn't have left so quickly, but because of the gentleman's proactive questioning, Mo Hao's plan changed slightly.

Anton Drexel.

The name of the man just now is also one of Mo Hao's mission targets. He is the founder of the Technical Workers' Union and the leader of a radical political group of dozens of people.

Mo Hao did not take the undercover mission seriously, and did not even have the idea of ​​completing it, but he knew very well that if he wanted to form the Taiping Dao, there were two different ways.

One is to set it up personally. The disadvantage is that there will be a shortage of manpower for a long time, and many things need to be done personally.

The other way is to join a group and become a leader.

The city has more than seventy small political groups with an average lifespan of less than two months.

It is not a particularly difficult thing to create internal overhead.

He didn't even need to do anything more. He just had to wait for the [Leinigman Empire] to suffer an economic depression due to the reparations and for the people's living environment to deteriorate drastically.

It won’t take long for that situation to arrive.

Xiyue gave him the message that the victorious country had begun urging the [Leinigman Empire] to pay compensation.

The amount of compensation in the defeat treaty was too large, and even if all the wealth of the [Leinigman Empire] was plundered, it might not be able to be paid out.

Therefore, the debts will inevitably be paid off with materials.

It’s about time to start and gather some people.

Mo Hao has no money, and the money of the [Leinigman Empire] has begun to depreciate. The inflation caused by over-issuance of currency will only turn those colorful banknotes into just a piece of paper.

But in this country where supplies are scarce, Mo Hao has food, cloth, and even medicine.

It has everything a person needs to survive.

He possessed the power of Zhang Jue, and he didn't know whether he was affected by this power, or the influence of the book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" on him was too great.

When he realized that he needed to gather a group of people, Mo Hao subconsciously thought about how to gather a group of people.

Casting talisman water...

Mo Hao stopped. The slums were not far ahead. He looked back at the block behind him where there were still sparse lights on.

Then I looked at the slum in front of me, which had become completely dark and without even street lights.

The idea that had suddenly emerged has now been supplemented with a lot of fragments.

"It seems that no one has stipulated that speeches must be given in beer halls?"

Mo Hao took out a yellow cloth strip from his arms and tied it around his head. The moment it was tied on his head, his appearance began to change.

He turned into Zhang Jue's appearance.

"It doesn't say that we can't cause trouble for the Yellow Turbans in a place where people are giving passionate speeches in a beer hall."

(End of this chapter)