Evening, at the factory entrance.
Fifty people sat on small stools, looking at Lin Ke on the stage, surrounded by glowing Servants of Truth.
Ove greatly cherished this disciple, often following him without reason.
Others were slaves to their sons or daughters; he was certainly a disciple slave.
Lin Ke stood on the stage as the Servants of Truth instantly cast all their light on him.
Lin Ke remained silent at first, standing quietly with a smile as he looked at the fifty noisy people, some old, some young.
Although he was small, the "leader" bloodline's added aura, coupled with his past life experiences, made him appear rather dignified.
The villagers stopped talking, and their attention involuntarily focused on Lin Ke, who began to speak:
"My employees, my workers!"
His opening words included two new terms.
Employee, worker.
However, these fifty villagers roughly understood the meaning of the terms, likely referring to laborers.
