The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 461

Chapter 461 Because Tycoon Farm Is Hiring

Chapter 461 Because Tycoon Farm Is Hiring

Louis’s face changed too, his fists clenched tight.

Just then, a muffled voice rose from the back of the crowd.

“Go ahead and dock it. I don’t want this job anyway.”

The speaker was a man in his 30s with a plain, honest face, though at this moment it was set with grim resolve.

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His name was Roger Craith, one of the most senior and reliable employees in the store, normally the first to follow instructions and get things done, and never one to stir up trouble.

Cyndi turned to look at him.

“Roger, spell it out. What do you mean you don’t want this job anymore?”

Roger took a deep breath, then spoke without a trace of fear.

“Cyndi, the truth is we did head over to Tycoon Farm to buy some produce. Everyone online has been saying their produce has real mental healing power, so I wanted to pick some up for my family to try.”

He wiped a hand across his face, a wry twist at the corner of his mouth, and went on. “But that farm blacklisted every single person from Seafarm Group. We waited in line forever, and right when we got to the front, they realized we worked for Seafarm Group, and flat–out refused to sell to us.”

Cyndi froze.

“Refused to sell?”

“That’s right.” Roger nodded. “They said anyone from Seafarm Group gets turned away, no exceptions. Because Seafarm Group tried to use dirty tactics to crush their farm, they don’t welcome our people either.”

Cyndi’s mind struggled to catch up.

A start–up farm, no matter how high–quality its produce was, surely wouldn’t have the gall to be this brazen, would it?

Brazen enough to outright blacklist an entire corporate giant!

But she didn’t have the bandwidth to think about that right now.

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She looked at the dozen or so people in front of her, some dejected, some sullen, some still muttering complaints under their

breath.

Complaining that working at Seafarm Group had dragged them down, that Tycoon Farm had blacklisted them, and now they couldn’t get their hands on the fruits and vegetables that could heal their mental power.

And now, on top of all that, they were coming back to a triple pay deduction.

“Enough.” Her face hardened. “Not being able to buy anything is your problem. Skipping work is your problem. Every dollar that needs to be docked is getting docked. Roger, given how diligently you’ve worked all these years, I’ll let that outburst slide. Now, everyone, back to your stations.”

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Chapter 461 Because Tycoon Farm Is Hiring

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She turned to walk away.

A sudden sound came from behind her.

Cyndi looked back, and she froze.

Roger had stripped off his work uniform and tossed it, along with his name badge, right at her feet.

“I’m not joking with you,” he said.

Cyndi s mind went blank.

“Roger! What are you doing?”

“I said, I’m done.” Roger lifted his head, his expression flat, but with something unreadable in his eyes. “Mrs. Abelman, I have worked at Seafarm Group for eight years. Not a single day off, not one time late. Today I took two hours, and you want to dock me triple my wages. Fine. Dock it then. I’m done serving this place.”

Cyndi’s mouth fell open, but no words came out.

Behind Roger, Enola suddenly stepped forward too.

She was biting her lip, eyes still rimmed in red, but her movements were sharp and decisive.

She pulled off her uniform and unclipped her name badge, then threw them on the floor.

“I’m done too.”

Louis stepped forward next.

“I’m done too.”

Then came a fourth, a fifth, a sixth…

One after another, more than a dozen people tossed their uniforms and name badges onto the floor until they formed a smali heap.

Cyndi stared at the pile, her face going livid.

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“Have… have you all lost your minds?” Her voice was shaking. “Once you quit, how do you plan on putting food on the table?”

Enola’s eyes were red, but her voice came out unexpectedly calm.

“Cyndi, I’ve worked at Seafarm Group for three years. Overtime with no overtime pay, half a day’s wages docked for being a minute late, and holiday bonuses that amount to nothing but the store’s soon–to–expire. I put up with it for three years because I thought every place was the same. But today at Mercury Plaza, I heard the farm’s employees say that not only are their wages higher than ours, but they also get paid for overtime, they don’t get docked when they call out sick, and they actually get to pick their own benefits…”

She paused.

“I want to work somewhere like that too.”

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