A week passed.
Kafka's Southern Women's Mutual Aid Association at the Refugee Home had already recruited over a thousand members.
As it turned out, building an organization under the banner of helping people find work was remarkably effective.
When people saw that it offered advice on job applications without charging a cent, they flocked in.
Of course, Kafka's personal charm played no small part, either.
Although she had lost the ability to use Word Spirit Art here, her words were still persuasive.
The most skillful manipulation often required no profound magic.
Sometimes, a few plain words were enough to make people follow without realizing it.
At least for those who had just arrived in the north with no one to turn to, having an organization to rely on did more good than harm.
Humans were social animals, and instinct drove most of them to band together.
Kafka had simply taken advantage of that tendency.
When the next job fair came around, the association's thousand-plus members mainly headed for two places.
One was a newly established Military Uniform Factory, designated 516, which was hiring in large numbers and offering generous pay and benefits.
The factory happened to be in Giantwood City's industrial district.
Kafka and Herta decided to use it as the association's base.
Think about it: if the vast majority of a factory's workers belonged to the association, did it really matter who the factory director was?
Especially since the factory belonged to the Giantwood Group. The director and the other managers were merely highly paid employees of the group.
As long as production stayed on schedule, they would turn a blind eye to everything else.
Just imagine: lodging, legitimate identities, a sucker paying their wages, and everyone gathered in one place to make taking action easy-
Could there be