Farm Storm_3 Chapter 596: 212.
Farm Storm_3 “Alright!”
Camelot Lynn had his men take Westglenn’s people to rest while he himself took Westglenn to his office.
Camelot Lynn’s office was luxurious, but with an air of…
Westglenn didn’t pay much attention to this, knowing that even though Camelot Lynn hailed from the same 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.
Donnie understood that where waters are too clear, there are no fish!
“The main leader on our farm is a man named 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 treatment is fairly decent, so for now, they are still watching and haven’t taken any action!”
Camelot Lynn began to describe the situation on the farm to Westglenn.
Westglenn replied, “Before coming here, Donnie told me that your management of the farm to its current state is a great success already.
I also believe that without your mediation, those people would definitely have begun to act!”
Camelot Lynn gratefully said, “Thank you, boss, for your trust in me!”
“What exactly are their demands now?” Westglenn inquired.
Upon hearing Westglenn’s question, Camelot Lynn immediately showed an angry expression: “These people are a bunch of insatiable villains.
Although the treatment 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 me he would start working the next day, but the following morning, he claimed he had injured his leg.
Yet, in the afternoon, I saw him running around in the fields. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NovᴇlFire(.)nᴇt
There are many more examples…”
After hearing this, Westglenn understood that Camelot Lynn’s account was likely exaggerated.
But he didn’t care about these exaggerations since they were in the same camp with the core goal of resolving the workers’ issues.
He nodded and said, “Just as the boss mentioned, they are indeed a bunch of greedy people, and this time, we absolutely cannot agree to their conditions, or else their future demands will certainly increase!”
“These people are like riddled flesh; many times, they agree nicely, and then the next day, various problems arise.
I hope you have an early awareness of this matter!”
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 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 smell 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 someone to clean it up, they would be very happy!
As the people stepped out of their rooms, they quickly noticed something different about the farm.
There were many people they didn’t recognize, all looking stern and indifferent to their presence.
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 time for breakfast yet, is it?”
Norman Rigg immediately 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 something violent?” Norman Rigg continued to inquire.
Kelvin Murphy reflected on his past experiences on the farm.
His already charcoal-like face grew even darker.
“Times 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 seemed 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.
That’s quite a lot!” Kelvin Murphy initially voiced his concern but immediately tried to embolden himself, saying, “No matter, later on you leave the farm to find some people from other farms.
If they refuse to meet our demands later on, we’ll join forces with those from other farms, destroy everything here first, and then see who suffers the most!”