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Chapter 360: Passionate Speech in the Beer Hall (I), The Essence of Speech (Second Update)
A few days later, it was still the same beer hall.

This time there were more people in the beer hall. Due to the economic collapse, a large number of workers were unemployed, causing them to urgently need alcohol to alleviate their fears about the future.

At the same time, in the era without the Internet, the beer hall was also a platform for information exchange, where workers needed to find out which places were hiring.

“It is a great honor to introduce tonight’s keynote speaker.”

Anton, the founder of the Technical Workers Association, stood on the stage and introduced the others, "Many people should still remember what he said at the last gathering. Please welcome, Mr. Mo Hao."

There was no applause, and not many people even looked at Mo Hao. After all, for the vast majority of the workers here, asking familiar people where they can find out who is hiring, having a nightcap of beer, and telling themselves that tomorrow will be better, was already the limit.

For them, listening to those meaningless speeches is something that makes it impossible to concentrate.

“Now our workers are paid 10,000 Biira an hour.”

During this period of soaring prices, workers' wages also increased rapidly, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not outrun the high prices.

Salaries have increased a thousand times, but in the face of prices that have increased ten thousand times or even higher, it is as slow as a snail that can't get food.

Mo Hao's words made others glance over, because the guy who spoke could accurately tell their hourly salary, but that was all.

State your exact hourly wage, and you'll get only a passing glance.

"So how much do you have in savings? None. Zero."

"Once you stop working, even for a few days, you will be hungry, and then be kicked out by the landlord, shivering on the street on a winter night, praying to find a warm place to spend the night."

"Your wife will bury her head in your shoulder and sob secretly, and your child's frozen white lips will tell you that he is cold."

"Is it because you don't work hard? Is it because you can't save money and spend it on casinos and prostitutes? Or are you just lazy and hopeless by nature?"

As Mo Hao spoke, the people in the beer hall gradually became agitated.

It was simply Mo Hao's last sentence that was considered a provocation.

Some people have even started to finish the wine in their hands, ready to rush up and express some different opinions on Mo Hao's words.

Publish with your fist.

"wrong!"

It was like thunder exploding in my ears, or like the roar of a lion. "You work harder than anyone else. You go out to work before dawn every day and work until late at night. You have at least two jobs a day, and your working hours exceed fourteen hours. Most of you don't gamble or hire prostitutes. You use all your labor to feed and clothe your family."

"Our workers work hard every day, but the salary they get is not enough to support their families. Once they lose their jobs or get sick, they even need their mothers, wives, and daughters to sell their bodies to survive."

"Why!?"

"Why!?"

"Why!!!"

"It's not the disintegration of the army, it's not the collapse of the economy, our problem is not poverty or weakness, but the enemy!"

"The enemy is not [Eminia], [Nystad], our enemy is right beside us. Those who signed the treaty of defeat, those who won the war and got the benefits but didn't share even a single cent with us, and now want us to share the consequences of defeat."

"They are going to destroy our jobs, destroy our country, and destroy our families!!"

These words seemed to have hit the workers' deepest thoughts and were immediately greeted with countless applause. "Well said!" Without knowing when, the beer hall was already full of people. Some people even had no seats to sit, so they just stood there.

There are not only workers here, but also some people doing more decent jobs.

When Mo Hao expressed their thoughts, the workers applauded generously, and the gentlemen in suits looked straight at Mo Hao, silently memorizing the speaker's appearance and name.

……

After the speech, Anton took Mo Hao out of the beer hall through the back door.

"Mr. Mo Hao, I didn't expect your words to be so powerful. Even now, my blood still feels hot and surging."

After the first contact, Anton apparently seemed to have investigated Mo Hao, and then they [ran into each other] somewhere a few days ago.

After the two exchanged some views on the current situation and political opinions, Anton took the opportunity to invite Mo Hao to the beer hall to express his own views.

"I am just expressing people's inner thoughts. Only if they agree with this point of view can they have such a warm reaction."

"Perhaps we can have this kind of communication more often in the future."

Mo Hao, who heard the hidden meaning behind Anton's words, smiled and held Anton's hand, "I am looking forward to this day."

Afterwards, Anton and Mo Hao agreed on the time for the next gathering, and Mo Hao left the beer hall directly.

On the way, Zhang Jiao suddenly appeared beside him. This phantom that only Mo Hao could see looked at him with complicated eyes, "I suddenly feel that if you were there at the beginning, the number of Yellow Turbans might be even greater."

"I thought you would need my help in that situation."

Mo Hao did not answer, but asked, "Do you know what the essence of speech is?"

Without waiting for Zhang Jiao to answer, Mo Hao continued, "The essence of a speech is to speak for the audience. It is not a lecture, not a brainwashing, and certainly not a change of cognition."

"Speak loudly and accurately about the voices that the audience dare not say, have not thought through, cannot express, and have not been heard."

A speech is never about getting the audience to agree with your ideas, but about speaking out the deepest voice in the audience's heart.

Mo Hao knew this clearly, and Zhang Jiao also understood it.

Zhang Jue's words "The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established" were essentially the most angry roar of the oppressed people who had no way out against the Yanhan court.

They no longer had any control over what Huang Tian would look like after he was enthroned.

The only thing they wanted to see and do was the death of this heaven.

I would sacrifice everything for this.

"It's not without reason that you were able to choose Zhang Jue's power." Zhang Jue sighed slightly, "Your existence is an unstable factor for any stable regime."

He was just a suspicion before, but now seeing that Mo Hao had no training at all and attracted dozens of people to applaud from the bottom of their hearts just the first time he went on stage, Zhang Jiao knew that Mo Hao had a kind of incitement.

Something that no stable regime wants to see.

"Then there is a question that needs to be answered. Is it me, the unstable factor, who tempted everyone, or do people spontaneously seek out me, the unstable factor?"

(End of this chapter)