"Brothers!"
Wu Fa jumped onto a bench and spread his arms above the others, his expression feverish:
"The higher-ups sit in air-conditioned offices looking at data. They have no idea what kind of slave labor we're doing on the front lines!"
"If people made the rules, then the rules can be changed!"
"I have an idea. Tomorrow, we'll keep quietly looking for more dissatisfied people. We need to unite against the people at the top!"
Everyone's breath caught.
"Are you talking about a... a strike?"
The old squad leader's expression changed drastically, and he barked:
"Wu Fa! Have you lost your mind?! Refusing to work during wartime will get you court-martialed!"
"They can't punish everyone!"
Wu Fa shot back fearlessly, his eyes fanatical:
"Don't we all know just how desperately short of manpower Great Xia is right now?"
"Out of a billion people, they can't even find a few tens of millions of qualified engineers and managers!"
"Throw us in prison? Then who's going to manage the construction on the Moon?"
"Are they going to rely on those idiotic robots to manage themselves?!"
"If we don't make a fuss, the higher-ups will keep turning a blind eye and a deaf ear forever, thinking they can squeeze a little more out of us!"
Wu Tian immediately fanned the flames beside him:
"Exactly! We're not rebelling. We're making reasonable demands!"
"We demand the restoration of the four-hour workday!"
"We demand increased rations of synthetic meat and fresh vegetables!"
"We demand an end to the limitless diversion of resources and manpower to the Kona Star System!"
"Tonight, we'll go to the other areas to organize and find like-minded people online. Remember to keep it secret. Don't let the internet monitors catch you!"
"The brothers in work sections two and four have been at