Chapter 104: Contradiction and being beaten

Hammer is a very common worker on the dock, just like his name, very common.

He has the bad temper that most dock workers have, looking at this person unpleasantly all day, or looking at that person unpleasantly, anyway, there is always someone who can provoke him.

He never feels that it is his own problem. If he has a problem, why would someone make him unhappy, instead of him making himself unhappy?

In the past few days, his mood has been even more unstable, because all bars have stopped selling alcohol, but at the same time they told them that if they are willing to pay a price higher than usual, there are places that can sell them alcoholic beverages.

Hammer went, a glass of the worst beer cost fifteen cents, the kind he usually drinks cost twenty cents, and if he wanted to add an ounce of inferior whiskey, it would cost forty cents.

Too damn expensive!

He only earns thirty-seven dollars a month, if converted into beer... he let his son calculate it, there are only ninety-two glasses of "bombs."

Since when has drinking a glass of beer become so difficult?

But not drinking is not possible.

There is nothing more relaxing than being tired all day, and then sitting at the bar after dark, having a "bomb" while watching those young and beautiful girls take off their clothes one by one.

By the way, beer must be iced, but not with ice cubes. Some idiots want beer with ice cubes; they are stupid.

Maybe this is one of the few times Hammer uses his brain. If he had used his brain a bit more when he was studying, maybe now... no, even if ordinary people study, as long as they can't become the one percent, their results won't change much.

"It's all because of those damn stinky immigrants!" The huge wrench weighing twenty or thirty pounds in his hand made him feel that his two arms were not his own, but he still had to continue working.

He held the wrench, and his coworker swung a hammer to hit one end of the wrench, tightening the fist-sized screw.

This is one of their daily jobs, every day!

Because of vibration, or some other reason, the screws would loosen a few threads every day. It's actually okay not to deal with it, but I'm afraid of the "what if," so they need to re-tighten the screws within their work range every day.

It looks like an easy job, and it's a two-person cooperation, but only when you really go to work do you know how bad it is.

In summer, you have to work in the scorching sun, and in winter, you have to work in the biting cold wind. The only comfortable spring and autumn will also make you too tired to speak because of heavy physical labor.

Now the only beer that relieves fatigue has become expensive, and he can only complain.

His companion raised the hammer high and then fell heavily, with a ding, shaking Hammer's two hands numb.

"Fuck! Fuck all immigrants!"

His colleague stopped with amusement. "So we are here in the sun, what does it have to do with immigrants?"

Hammer also let go of the wrench. "If it weren't for these damn immigrants, do you think they would only give us thirty-seven dollars a month?"

He widened his eyes, his tone of voice had a gunpowder smell. "These damn people are willing to do it for thirty dollars. If it weren't for them letting the vampires know countless times that they don't need that much money to find workers, I would have at least fifty dollars a month now!"

He sat on the rope pile used to tie the ship's rope nearby, stepped on another one, and panted slightly. "Instead of thirty-seven dollars a month!"

His companion also put down the hammer and rested for a while. "You have a point."

"Right, many people think I'm wrong."

"Think about it, if they offer forty-eight dollars a month and no one is willing to do it, then shouldn't they continue to increase the price?"

"Actually, as long as we all hold on and can unite not to accept their current wage offer, they must raise our wages."

"But you saw it!" He pointed to those workers standing by the ship using cleaning cloths or holding cleaning tools to clean the ship's body. "These damn people are willing to do it for a dozen dollars. How do you expect the capitalists to raise our wages?"

His colleague didn't know how to refute him. He felt that this statement was wrong, but he just didn't know how to refute it.

And they are colleagues, not him and those immigrants, so he stood on Hammer's side. "These people have indeed destroyed our happy life."

Hammer's point of view was recognized, and he suddenly became happy. "Go for a drink after work tonight?"

"I recently found a new tavern, only forty cents, a large glass of beer plus an ounce of whiskey, and free striptease!"

Actually, this price is only five cents cheaper than the one they go to now, but five cents is also money.

Judging from their high-intensity patronage, they can save at least one dollar a month, and this can let them be carefree for another two days.

His companion nodded. "Can go try it. Recently I suspect that the female dancer in the place we often go to is sick, there is always a faint smell."

"You smelled it too?" Hammer revealed some surprised look. "I thought only I smelled it."

The two looked at each other and shivered.

"You hate immigrant workers so much, did you report them?"

Hammer likes to report, which is not a secret among these dock workers. As long as he feels that something makes him uncomfortable, he will go to report.

Reporting capitalists, reporting colleagues, even reporting unions, he has done it all, which also makes him not have so many friends, just a few colleagues who partner with him have a decent relationship with him.

Of course, others can only say it's average, not good, not bad.

His colleague asked while picking up the small hammer to hit the nuts under his feet.

Those that are loose can be knocked, and there is a clear shaking feeling. These are the ones that need to be re-tightened.

Those that are not loose will not have any shaking.

Hammer had to get up. "Reported, the union people said my report has no evidence."

His colleague was a bit curious, looked up at him. "What did you report them for, why did they still ask you for evidence?"

"Illegal immigrants."

His colleague revealed a "You must be sick" expression. "If they know you do this, you definitely won't have a good end."

"These illegal immigrants are sometimes very scary."

Hammer smiled, his smile was very contemptuous. When the anti-immigrant sentiment was most serious some time ago, he even beat up several immigrants or illegal immigrants.

His colleague hit a shaking screw at this time, he picked up the wrench and walked over, squatted down. "I'll tell you a secret, actually I beat up several immigrants, they didn't dare to resist, I vented my anger!"

His colleague shook his head slightly. "This is very dangerous."

"They are much more timid than you see!" Hammer numbed his hands in another hit. "Fuck!"

Working with Hammer, you have to get used to his complaints.

He complained all afternoon, complaining about this, complaining about that, anyway, it was all other people's and society's fault, only he was innocent.

His colleague also couldn't stand it, asked him to shut up and rest for a while several times, but he wouldn't rest for long before he would start saying some messy things again.

Seeing that it was time to get off work, the two people also began to work a little more seriously.

After the foreman came over and circled around, they packed up their tools and walked toward the dock building. Today's work was over.

Hammer and his colleague took a shower together, changed their clothes, and came out of the dock. Just as they were preparing to go to the bar for a drink, someone suddenly found him.

"Mr. Hammer?" A young man who was not tall stood not far from him.

Hammer was very familiar with his accent, the imperial accent, so some impatience suddenly appeared on his face. "What's the matter?"

"I want to talk to you." Elvin slowed down his tone. "I promise I have no malice."

But Hammer didn't accept this. "I have nothing to talk about with the imperial bastard." Saying that, he was about to go around. He had obvious discrimination against imperial people.

It's just that at this time, racial discrimination or regional discrimination is not a problem that can provoke social crusade. Slaves have just returned to society, and many elderly people have even kept slaves.

Plus slaves are still fighting for the right not to be discriminated against and prejudiced, so discrimination will not be treated as an unforgivable phenomenon.

Discrimination is discrimination, no one will feel that this is wrong, including those who are discriminated against.

Elvin reached out and wanted to stop him and talk to him again. Lanse asked him to handle these reporters, and he came with sincerity.

But it is obvious that Hammer is like his name, many times he will not use his brain to think. Seeing this little bastard blocking himself, he threw a punch.

Under his colleague's "Wow," Elvin was hit and flew backward diagonally, his head buzzing!

He was beaten into a daze, just one punch!

A person who does heavy physical labor all day, one punch is not light.

Looking at Elvin who was retching on the ground, Hammer walked over and gave him another kick, kicking him down directly.

Some people around gathered around. His colleague was afraid that continuing to beat would cause trouble, so he took the initiative to stop him. "I'll treat you to a drink tonight, don't cause me trouble!"

"He has already fallen, enough!"

Hammer struggled for a while, didn't break free, so he gave up the plan to continue the violence, and then spat. "Consider yourself lucky!"

Saying that, under his colleague's comfort, the two left the dock.

Others saw that there was no excitement to watch, so they left one after another.

As for Elvin?

They don't know him, who would be nosy?

It wasn't until the immigrant workers also started to get off work that someone discovered Elvin.

He often appeared at the labor introduction office, and many illegal immigrants on the dock got their work cards there, so they knew Elvin.

Immediately, several people lifted him up. He had already fainted.

Someone moved him to the roadside to take care of him, and someone ran to the office... ===== CHAPTER 105 =====