The results were quite fruitful; female workers in several industries, such as shoe insole factories and textile factories, saw their wages increase from 20 cents a day to 30 cents a day.

It's only an extra cent a day, but that adds up to three dollars a month!

A protest is not a joke, nor can it be done at will. If you protest, you can't work. If you don't work, you won't have money. How can you live if you don't have money?

The Fairy Tree Romance

At this time, Li Qianxia's donation came in handy. In addition to ensuring the livelihood of the female workers participating in the march, the extra money could be used to print slogans and the like.

Of course, not all protests will have a good outcome.

Midway through, one of the bosses dismissed all the female workers who participated in the protest and hired another batch of female workers.

Just as the female workers in the demonstration began to regret their decision—having a job is better than not having one—Li Qianxia and Lin Yin, in a fit of anger, lobbied everywhere, arguing about the principle of shared prosperity and mutual dependence, and finally launched a large-scale collective strike.

The situation has reached a stalemate.

The boss would rather not work than raise wages; Li Qianxia is raising funds everywhere, and the strike will not stop until wages are raised.

"Don't just think about these things," Yang Qinglan said as she wrote her name under Li Changzhou's name. "I asked you to keep an eye on the Fire God Martial Arts School's activities. Have you heard anything?"

"Fewer people are coming and going in and out wearing navy uniforms," ​​Li Qianxia said, teasing the birds in the cages in the corridor.

In wealthy households, the birds are fed, watered, and their cages cleaned regularly by servants.

"Looks like it's about to begin." Yang Qinglan finished writing and handed the notebook back to Li Qianxia.

"It's not that it's about to start, it's that it has already begun." The Spring Emperor walked in gracefully.

Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan looked at her, while Li Qianxia watched her and taught Xiao Luobo to "draw" his name in the notebook.

"Get ready, it's today," said the Spring Emperor.

Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan exchanged a glance across the vibrant lotus flowers.

"Qianxia, ​​all done." Little Radish finished writing her name as if she were drawing.

Li Qianxia took the book, pursed her lips, flipped through a couple of pages, and then slowly closed it. There was no time to collect the donation, let alone send it out.

There was nothing to pack up, nothing to cherish; this was never meant to be their era.

After a brief explanation, Li Changzhou, Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia, ​​Xiao Luobo, and Chunhuang sat on the back of the butterfly and headed directly to the dock.

"Where are your men?" Yang Qinglan asked Chunhuang.

"You've killed most of them," Chunhuang glared resentfully at Li Changzhou. "I didn't let the rest of them come over. They weren't combat personnel, they were more like skilled players. I would feel a little troubled if they died."

“There are four of us and only one of you. Do you think that’s fair?” Yang Qinglan said.

"You should learn the 'Divine Fire Diagram' first," Emperor Chun said simply and clearly.

You can only redeem the skill after completing the dungeon.

Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou, knowing that she was not suited for bargaining.

"Plus the combat techniques from the Divine Fire Diagram," Li Changzhou said.

"The handsome guy finally spoke to me? But don't forget, we've sworn a blood oath. No matter how big the difference in numbers between us is, we must work together to kill the Lord of the Vulcan Pavilion."

“That makes sense, but Your Majesty, your goal shouldn’t just be the ‘Divine Fire Diagram,’ but rather the combined fighting strength of the four of us.”

"How could I not know?" Chunhuang tilted her head and asked Li Changzhou with a smile, just like when you're flirting in bed and you ask her if she's comfortable, she turns her face away and answers that she doesn't know.

“Given your personality, your only goal is to reach the S-rank visualization level, but the dungeon has a limit on the number of players. Even if you bring all your subordinates up, they are still not as good as me alone, let alone the four of us. For the sake of future cooperation, how about we all show a little more sincerity?” Li Changzhou said.

"Okay." Emperor Chun agreed without even thinking.

She looked at Li Changzhou with a smile, as if she would agree to any request he made.

This woman always gives people the illusion that her every word and action seems to imply that she has feelings for you.

Butterflies fly very slowly, and even during the day, being in a semi-mimicry state is not as safe as at night, so the Spring Emperor released a puff of mist, enveloping both the butterfly and the five people.

"Should we make a plan?" Li Qianxia asked tentatively.

The Spring Emperor had no such idea. He said, "You have all the things you need to know in the past month. The battlefield is ever-changing. Seize the opportunity and adapt accordingly."

“Okay.” Li Qianxia nodded.

Li Changzhou looked toward the dock.

Zhu Xiongjie, the master of the Fire God Pavilion, is sixty-two years old. He has twice developed the potential of the "Divine Fire Diagram," and every punch and kick he makes is like a meteorite or a burst of fire, with boundless power.

The purpose of killing the basket starfish is simple: to unlock the third potential of the "Divine Fire Diagram"—to transform into divine fire—it requires consuming ice-type medicinal herbs.

They will either freeze to death or their bodies will transform into divine fire, becoming beings of flame.

According to Chunhuang's speculation, although Zhu Xiongjie killed Lanzi Haixing in history, his breakthrough failed, otherwise Commander Li would not have been assassinated.

"Then why don't we wait until he dies before we try to steal the 'Divine Fire Diagram'?" Li Qianxia asked at the time.

"These ancient people valued the visualization diagram more than their own lives. When teaching their disciples, they would only glance at it on the spot and then put it away themselves. They even wanted to tie it to their backs when sleeping with women. When Zhu Xiongjie broke through, he would definitely carry it with him. Whether it was frozen into ice or cremated after failing the breakthrough, the visualization diagram would be destroyed."

"Why not just hand it over to an apprentice, or hide it away?"

"What if the disciple ran away with the diagram? What if he hid it and someone found it? Visualization diagrams are not martial arts manuals that you can just memorize. Every time you break through your potential, you need to visualize the diagram again to obtain a more advanced visualization method."

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