Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 157 Eating Fish Blindly
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September 1350, 1, noon.

It took the Pilgrimage Sect three or four days to finally complete the internal personnel statistics of the foundation.

Since many of them have almost no fixed place to live, no family, and no primary residential address, they come to help when needed, and wander around the East District working when not needed, so it is still very difficult to count them.

The data from the round of investigation made everyone who had been working hard for two nights look unhappy. The staff of the foundation were sick or died, and nearly one-third of the staff were gone all of a sudden. If it were not located in the East District with sufficient flow of people and labor, their processing plant and food factory would have stopped working.

Apart from this, the decrease in the number of literate staff is a big problem.

"Daisy has agreed to come and work...but she's still in school, so she can only come two days a week. She can only get one weekly salary after working for a month, which is considered work-study."

"In fact, Daisy's position can be temporarily given to someone else. She already has a 3p fund subsidy, and now she has an additional 50 pounds in compensation. There are many people who need help more than she does. By the way, will Daisy hold a funeral for her family? Have her sister and mother already..."

"...Yes, the people who died of the disease this time only had collective requiem and mass funerals in the church to prevent the spread of the plague curse. The cremation and burial were too hasty, and the family members didn't even know where their family members were buried."

"……Ugh."

"Besides these we are still short of at least five clerks. Can old Kohler's daughter read?"

"Taylor can't read, so it's too late for her to learn now. Besides, she's only fifteen years old, so she can only come here to work and study like Daisy."

"I heard that because old Kohler is not dead, his family can't get the government's casualty compensation..."

"But his lungs are already severely damaged! The cold air and Backlund's pollution have stimulated his life. Doesn't this mean he can't get casualty compensation?!"

"The situation is much more serious than his family. Old Kohler, whose condition is not serious, can at least live another month or two. Families with young laborers like Taylor must step back a little, at least behind Daisy."

"It's relatively easy to recruit workers. It just so happens that we don't have any work to do during this period. I need to calculate the pensions. We can start recruiting directly after the New Year. There will definitely be no shortage of manpower. Clerks are not too urgent. There are not many vacancies. There should still be some literate girls in the East District."

"By the way, our accountant is gone."

"It is indeed difficult to fill Ms. Yalian's vacancy..."

"Admitsol hold on for a moment?"

"That's fine with me. But when I was looking through the files, I noticed that Ms. Yalian had a son."

"Him? He can't. Although he can read, he can't keep accounts. Ms. Yalian was originally a female governess. She had to move to the East District because her husband died of illness. After moving here, she didn't have time to teach her son mathematics."

"Moreover, the mother and son died together. This gentleman's psychological and mental state is really worrying..."

The top executives of the foundation sat around a long table, exchanging opinions with each other. The table was filled with files, documents and many handwritten work contracts.

After flipping through the list, which was only half as thin as the original one, Sean asked tentatively, "What do you think about giving a fixed amount of pension to the families of our workers who died in accidents, and giving them priority when recruiting?"

Gavin immediately disagreed: "There is no problem with a fixed amount of pension, but if the family members of employees are given priority when recruiting, it will be unfair to others. After all, there is probably no household in the East District that has not lost a loved one. The family members of employees need jobs, and other people also have families, and they also need jobs."

Ademisol turned to Maria and asked, "Ms. Maria, have you decided on the amount of the pension?"

Maria was carefully looking through the documents. This was the first time such a big thing had happened in her jurisdiction (after all, she had only been here for ten years). She did not have enough experience, so she looked for the work records of other seniors in the organization. She did some mental calculations:
"The losses mainly came from the two processing plants under my name. One of the two plants was established six years ago, and the other five years ago."

"I have decided to calculate the pension based on years of service, at £20 a year."

In the East End, no matter what kind of job you do, there is great uncertainty. It is very common to work but not get paid. It is hard to imagine a stable job with a medium to high salary and regular weekly pay. Most people in the factory will not leave once they come, so most of them have more than two years of service. Even those who were newly recruited during the expansion last year have stayed for at least two or three months. At most, their families can get seven or eight pounds.

"A very generous pension."

"A pension of 20 to 120 pounds is enough for some people to move out of the East End and find a new job, right? If they are willing."

"What about those who don't have family members?"

"Those without family members can only keep the money for now. We don't have the extra energy to contact their relatives in other cities right now."

"I think we can let the family choose to get a pension or a job, which can also ease our financial pressure... After all, we still have 1600 pounds in our account..."

"That's a good idea. Then we need to discuss how many pounds of pension will be the dividing line..."

They chatted like this until noon, and the restaurant next door delivered takeout to downstairs. They were still talking about these issues when they went downstairs to eat.

The waiter of the restaurant also brought a newspaper as requested. After a few people took a look at it, they still did not see any words such as "poison gas", "deliberate poisoning by cult members" or "terrorist attack" in it.

It has been the fifth day, and the East District smog incident has been characterized. It seems that we are destined to not wait until the Kingdom announces the truth.

However, there is another version of the story circulating in the extraordinary world: the third prince, Edessaac Augustus, was bewitched by a witch, which led to this tragedy.

But this story was not clear. Did the witch who bewitched the prince come to the East District to poison him? If not, what was the relationship between the two? Was this another large-scale event of the witch sect exposed to the world? Moreover, in the extraordinary world, most people would not do anything without profit. Did the witch bewitched the prince just to harm the civilians in the East District?

However, considering this royal scandal, it makes sense that Rune has been trying hard to cover up the existence of the witch in this matter.

Admisol read the newspaper over and over again. For the first time ever, there were two pages of recruitment information. It seemed that the heavy smog had indeed dealt a heavy blow to the major factories.

"The smog..." He muttered to himself in a dream, but he was more lucid than ever before. "The smog has objectively cleared the population of the East District and increased the proportion of young and middle-aged people. It has also successfully made the House of Representatives and the government aware of the pollution problem and vigorously promoted anthracite. The long-pending environmental protection law is about to be established, and factory owners are willing to promise the maximum working hours in the short term..."

"Therefore, it also attracts labor from the surrounding areas, attracting more people to come to the East District to develop and work, and spontaneously achieves population mobility and labor renewal. In this way, factory owners will soon no longer have to worry about no one being available, and may even return to the original regulations, everything will remain the same, abolish the maximum working hours, and the heavy smog will not prevent them from continuing to make money." "...So, in fact, this matter is beneficial to everyone, except the people of the East District, right?"

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Frank gave away all the products he had, leaving only a few fry. He was concentrating on the new experiment he was allowed to do, and was looking forward to the edible feedback from his "mentor".

When the fish were first improved, the captain suggested adding some possible weaknesses to prevent them from accidentally spreading and affecting other creatures. Frank repeatedly assured that his fish were docile and only worthy of being eaten, and that they would melt at temperatures above 50 degrees. But Cattleya repeatedly requested, so Frank improved his own special fish food, which could stabilize the genes of the fish.

Cattleya, who was the first to see the improved fish food and was invited by Frank to feed the fish, remained silent. Her real purpose was actually to learn the fatal weakness of this fish from Frank (she didn't dare to say it directly, for fear that Frank would think she was reminding him) so that these magical creatures would disappear unexpectedly one day.

"Captain, don't you want to eat?" Frank's simple and honest smile surrounded Cattleya, making her dizzy and difficult to see and hear. On the plate was a fragrant red wine fried fish. A large piece of fish meat was slightly yellow. It was made using the Intis method. The fish meat was tender and juicy, without fish bones, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a natural aroma of red wine, which made people's appetites open at the smell.

But, but…even if the liquid smells and tastes like red wine, it’s still fish blood!!

Cattleya couldn't eat it. Cattleya secretly fed it to the Queen's messenger - bullying the farmer because he was not good at spiritual vision and couldn't see her little movements - fortunately, the messenger didn't know why and happily accepted the feeding, and even liked the fish meat that contained spirituality.

Then, she and the rest of the crew destroyed Frank's horrible new food. The only one who was interested and actually wanted to try it was Heath Doyle, but he was not allowed to eat it.

Frank was pleasantly surprised to see that his new product was sold out by everyone. He asked everyone for their comments, but he soon discovered with distress that they seemed not to be very familiar with the cooking techniques of this fish. Everyone was hesitant and could not give any constructive suggestions.

So he wrote a product introduction of genetically modified food according to the format sent by his "mentor", attached a detailed introduction and regulations, and raised the remaining fish fry and offered them as sacrifices.

In the afternoon, he was thinking about whether to spend money to buy a few ready-made roast chickens from a restaurant when he went ashore tomorrow, or to buy live chickens and roast them himself. Suddenly, his spiritual perception rang like a bell. He already understood what this spiritual perception of cold hands and feet and fear in his heart meant. He immediately stood up and prayed facing his workbench:

"The ruler of the Lost City, a great existence that does not belong to this world..."

"The guide of narrating knowledge, the eternal decline, the great 'mentor'..."

——Cattleya had asked Frank to say this honorific name, one sentence at a time, and they would chat for a while after each sentence. Cattleya didn't want to be watched by the secret existence because of this, but she did need to confirm the status of the crew.

If Frank believed in evil and was contaminated, then she would have to throw him overboard in a businesslike manner.

However, Frank did not show any symptoms of being contaminated by evil beings, as can be seen from his fanatical belief in the Mother Earth. In addition, this honorific name also made Cattleya a little confused. She suspected that this was a hidden sage, but Frank did not look like he had been indoctrinated with knowledge. Perhaps he was a high-sequence expert from the "Mystery Peeper" path. "Not belonging to this world" and "Lost City" might refer to a country in the Fourth Epoch or earlier, which might be the key to analyzing the identity of this expert.

She wanted to write a letter to the queen to ask, but was worried about angering this powerful person who probably had no hostility, so she put it on hold for the time being.

Back to the present, a dim light flashed, and a thin document appeared on the desk.

Frank picked it up with both hands excitedly. Several sheets of paper were pinned together with a paper clip, and there were five or six sheets in total.

The first page was a piece of letter paper filled with writing, and the font was actually Intis cursive, neat and beautiful. It was written for a page and a half, first praising Frank's creativity in a rather polite way, then describing the cooking method he chose, and describing in detail the changes of this fish when it was cooked. Frank had observed these many times, but seeing the diner so carefully, he was actually a little moved.

"...It has many advantages, such as delicious taste and easy cooking. Even without much seasoning, the red wine aroma carried by the fish is very tempting... Secondly, it contains rich spirituality. Although not much, it can also replenish the spirituality of mid- and low-sequence Beyonders (this tone, could this be a high-sequence! Frank was surprised and then unexpectedly ecstatic.)...There is almost no kitchen waste, and it is easy to handle. The fish bones and bone marrow are almost completely melted, and the freshness-enhancing effect is significant. It is not much different from the MSG that is indispensable for nobles to cook..."

Then this insightful diner talked about the shortcomings: the product positioning is subtle, neither high nor low. The rich spirituality means that the market circulation is limited in the ordinary people, and the main consumers will be extraordinary people. The taste of the red wine is the lowest grade in the Misty Winery, which lacks appeal to the rich and nobles. Most importantly, fish blood is a red wine, which is a bit difficult for people to accept, and needs more packaging.

Finally, the diners once again politely praised the developer and expressed their expectations for other subsequent products.

Frank was so overjoyed by this feedback that he almost burst into tears. He made up his mind to serve this gentleman (lady?) more delicious new products in the future.

The shortcomings were indeed very clear, and Frank had thought of them as well. After all, the red wine fish was just his sudden idea, and in fact red wine is not a necessity in life. After he actually made it, he was a little confused about how to promote it further.

The second, third and fourth portions were all made with the same kind of paper, and it looked like they were eaten together.

The three diners chose different methods: sashimi, pan-fried, cooked in soup, and... eaten raw?
This behavior inevitably reminded him of the Rose Bishop on his ship.

The second one seemed to be written by someone with elementary education. The wording was simpler and he chose the same way of eating as the first diner, but the wording and level of detail were very different. Frank read it with great interest.

The third dish used more refined words - yes, more refined, with some rather elegant words, as if the dish was more educated than the previous one. The way of eating sashimi made Frank feel a little curious. The only drawback was that it had a strong fishy smell, but overall it was still well received.

Fourth place...

"The meat is very good, it absorbs quickly, and the blood tastes good. This is a very good sacrifice. Praise the Lord. You must work harder for the Lord."

Ah this...

Is this eating fish or eating people? Frank was confused and a little scared. He looked down and found that after these few sentences, there were hundreds of words praising the real Creator. The writing was brilliant, the sentences were fluent, the words were elegant, and the atmosphere was magnificent.

Frank quickly cut out and burned this part.

It turned out to be a secret prayer person! He was horrified, and then unexpectedly excited. The one who wrote the product feedback for him was actually the Aurora Club! There was nothing to be proud of, but he was inexplicably proud of it.

He looked at the papers again and again, touched them again and again, smoothed out the creases reluctantly, and put them into the file bag.

TBC
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"Sir, our three people's thoughts on the meal..."

"Well, I've read them all. What you wrote is very good. Overall, the highest score is A. He was full of gratitude to the Lord after taking the Eucharist, which is much more emotional than your dry feedback."

"???!!!"

(End of this chapter)