Chapter 1191: Small People and Big Events

Standing on the street, the cold wind blew like small knives stabbing at his face, piercing through the gaps in his clothes onto his body.

He shrank his neck, his eyes a bit bewildered.

The bank entrance was very lively, with people entering and exiting having different joys and sorrows. George turned his head and glanced at the magnificent bank. He knew very clearly that for him, the small problem, for the bank, wasn't a problem at all.

He didn't know what was wrong with his brain, but scenes from some movies about the West, cowboys, and robbers from the last century emerged.

Perhaps, those people who robbed cash-in-transit vehicles weren't all purely bad; maybe there were other reasons too.

Just in this instant, a kind of impulse to rob a bank or a cash-in-transit vehicle himself grew in the depths of George's heart, but soon this impulse disappeared.

He knew he didn't have the ability to do this; he could only think about it.

He continued to walk forward. Several homeless people wearing dirty, thick clothes gathered in a wind-sheltered alley. They surrounded an oil drum burning with flames, stretching out their dirty-gloved hands that were still smoking to warm themselves by the fire.

They also looked at George. George moved his gaze away because the homeless people's gaze wasn't friendly.

He didn't want to cause trouble.

His thoughts returned to business. If the bank couldn't give him a loan, what could he do to save his wife?

Take medicine?

The doctor said it could at most ensure the speed of worsening within five years would be reduced again, not a worry-free five years. Perhaps she simply couldn't hold on for five years; she was already in a coma.

And he didn't know how much money was needed for sending her to the hospital this time. Hopefully, it wouldn't be a shocking number; otherwise, even if he could get that money, it would be very difficult to pay.

The bewilderment that suddenly came to life was like a large truck that had lost control, making his life a mess.

Clearly, not long ago, everything was still moving in a good direction, just like the promise he often said to himself and his wife: "It will get better."

But this time, it didn't get better, and it seemed unlikely there would be a future.

He wanted to cry a bit. When a person lives to this point, what supports him to walk on is a kind of belief. This belief is very powerful, letting him continue to walk forward, but he doesn't know when it will collapse.

The collapse of belief will also bring more terrible destruction, the destruction of his life. Clearly, it was still daytime, but he looked at the road extending into the distance, yet it was shrouded in darkness.

It was so black you couldn't see what was inside, only pure black.

The next morning, he arrived outside the factory again. He intended to talk to the factory manager. He could pay to work; as long as he could let the factory issue a certificate, the bank should give him a large loan.

Yesterday he was still thinking, even a bit mocking those people who paid to work, even paid to pay the pension—what kind of mental state they were in when they made such a decision.

And today, he understood.

It's just that there weren't many gathered people outside the factory this morning. He was a bit curious, but fortunately, there were still some people.

He also saw the security guards in the factory holding sticks standing outside the factory. Every security guard looked very strong, and there were some new faces.

This might have some relationship with the previous conflict. He arrived outside the factory gate, and before he could say anything, two security guards approached and refused him entry.

"I just want to come back to work, I can not take a salary." When saying these words, George was still a bit embarrassed. He touched the traces of bruises still on his face; they had fought a few days ago.

The person in the duty room shook his head, "I'm very sorry, the manager said, not allowing anyone who isn't us to enter, and he asked me to convey to all of you... people like you, no matter what you want to do, if you feel it's inappropriate, you go sue."

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"So, George, don't make it difficult for me."

The security guard in the duty room clearly knew George. For such a big factory, all workers would pass by here every day. After a long time, even if they hadn't spoken to each other, they roughly knew who the other person was.

This sentence made George's heart sink continuously, "Can I have a word with the manager?"

The security guard in the duty room shook his head, "Don't make it difficult for me."

George sighed. When he had just walked back a few steps, he met his friend from before, "Why did you come here?"

Before George could say anything, he took the initiative to say, "I went to find you this morning, but they said something happened at your home. What happened?"

The two were good friends, and there had indeed been some dealings between them, and the place where they lived was also very close.

George told the trouble he encountered once. Originally, he intended to invite George to go to Redstone City together, but his coworker finally had to cancel this idea.

He said a few nice words to George, like if there were any difficulties in terms of money, he could provide some help.

In reality, he couldn't provide much help. After all, he was also in an unemployed state now, and he believed George wouldn't ask him for money either.

After the two separated, George's friend returned to the other side of the road. A young man asked him, "Is your friend willing to go to Redstone City with us?"

George's friend shook his head, "I intended to invite him, but his wife had an accident, now needing a large sum of money, and also needing someone to take care of her. I feel it's very difficult for him to leave here with us, so I didn't invite him."

The young man's expression changed slightly, "Can you give me his information?"

"If we apply for some help from the governor, maybe we can improve his current situation."

Perhaps George's friend found it very difficult to give the money in his own pocket to George, but he wouldn't be stingy with someone else's generosity. He told George's specific situation once, and then focused his attention on the matter of going to Redstone City soon.

Later, George went to some financial companies on the street to turn around. He wanted to borrow some money to see if these people could provide him with some help.

The result was the same. The financial company couldn't give him that much money. Looking at the house, the most one was willing to lend him was six hundred dollars, but it required locking the real estate transaction.

In the end, he returned home.

Busy for a day, it seemed like he did a lot of things, but in reality, nothing was done.

He sat listlessly on the chair in the dining room, his mind filled with the bits and pieces of the past years. Perhaps he and his wife did not love each other with the intensity seen in movies or literature, but they were absolutely incapable of giving up on one another.

Just when his brain was messy to the point of thinking about everything, and thinking clearly about nothing, the doorbell was pressed.

He blinked his eyes, came back to his senses, and walked to the door, "Who's there?"

A strange voice came from outside the door, "Mr. George, we know your predicament, and also have the ability to help you. Are you willing to talk to us?"

George thought for a while before he opened the door. He had nothing left to lose; his wife was his everything.

Two people stood outside the door: a young man who looked twenty-four or twenty-five, and another who looked thirty-plus, like a lawyer.

"I don't know you." Mr. George, standing by the door, didn't intend to let these two strangers in. He was still a bit vigilant and defensive.

The young man standing at the front looked inside, then there was a bit more smile on his face, "You don't need to be so defensive of us. In fact, we are here to help you."

"Your wife's condition."

Just a short sentence made George lose the courage to resist. His gaze moved back and forth on these two people, and finally, he moved away from the position behind the door, "Come in."

The three walked into the cramped apartment. The area of this apartment wasn't big, but for George and his wife, it was just right.

They had no children, and also didn't have any pets.

When the first dog George raised died of old age, it also became the last dog he raised in his life. He couldn't stand the departure of a pet that had invested emotion, companionship, and time like a relative, so he preferred not to raise one.

This apartment of only fifty or sixty square meters, if only two people lived in it, was just right.

The young man glanced at the sofa that was a bit sunken, and finally chose to sit at the dining table.

"I don't know you." George brought two glasses of water and repeated what he had just said.

The young man didn't have the idea of shaking hands with him, and said with some smile on his face, "We indeed don't know each other, but we heard about you from other places, as well as your wife, and your predicament."

"We can help you and your wife walk out of the predicament."

"Can arrange the best hospital for her, the best doctor, ensuring her safety."

"Even if the surgery isn't that successful, it can also give her the best conditions to the maximum extent, letting her live as long as possible."

George didn't agree with joy immediately, but frowned and asked, "My father told me since I was a child that if a pie falls from the sky, there must be something terrible waiting for me!"

"Do I need to pay anything for these?"

After all, it was ten thousand-plus dollars in medical expenses, maybe even more.

The young man's statement clearly couldn't be carried by ten thousand dollars. If he really didn't need to pay anything, that would be the most ridiculous thing.

They were willing to help him; there must be a purpose.

Having lived for so many years, many things, in the accumulation of experience over the long years, had become not so difficult to understand.

The young man nodded, "There is indeed one thing that needs your help, and it is very dangerous."

George took two deep breaths, "Come on!"

"Let me hear, what exactly do you intend for me to do? I also want to know what exactly I have that is worth you giving me so much!"

The young man always maintained a smile, "You know, there is a group of people who intend to go to Redstone City to demonstrate and protest outside the state government."

George nodded, "I know, my friend also went to participate."

The young man continued, "You also participate, go over there, and demonstrate and protest with them."

"At that time, the governor will definitely come out to communicate with you. I need you to shoot at him, or shoot at the sky, when the governor approaches you."

"In short, what you need to do is create chaos."

George's expression became a bit terrified and stiff. He looked at the two people in front of him in disbelief, "You want to assassinate the governor?"

The young man was quite calm, not having the annoyance of being exposed, "It's not me, or we want to assassinate the governor, but you, and some people like you."

"George, in fact, the person who caused all this isn't anyone else, but precisely Governor Wei De."

"He condoned the Wei De family's plundering of some local enterprises in Denuo State. Your factory was also one of the targets of their plundering. The result, you saw."

"The first thing they did after taking over this factory was to kick you old people who had been exploited to the point of having no value to squeeze out, out the door."

"If it weren't for these practices of theirs, you should have been able to easily obtain a sum of money now to help your wife get through the predicament."

"I'm not saying you must do this. If you think this condition is unacceptable to you, then you just need to wait until the matter is over under our supervision."

"Of course, in this process, we won't interfere with your private life, but we won't give you any benefits either."

"You can consider it," the young man looked at George, "but you'd better consider it quickly. The day after tomorrow, after they arrive in Redstone City, the plan will be executed."

"Once the plan starts to be executed, even if you want to participate, you won't have this opportunity."

The young man said, stood up, and placed a card on the dining table, "Call me when you've thought it through. You only have a few hours."

He said, stared at George for about ten-plus seconds, then took the person behind him and turned to leave.

George stood there alone, his brain buzzing. He didn't know what was wrong, but he had actually gotten involved in such a big thing.

When he walked to the door and prepared to close it, he discovered that there was already someone watching him outside.

He hurriedly closed the door, as if only this could make him feel a bit relaxed.

This was destined to be a sleepless night. George, tossing and turning on the bed, couldn't sleep at all, because the scent of his wife still remained on the bed.

After six o'clock in the morning, he dialed that number with thick dark circles under his eyes.

"It's me, George. I've already considered it. I want to participate in this plan."

He wanted to save his wife; this was his strongest desire now, and nothing else could compare to this.

The person on the other side of the receiver seemed very happy, "It is incomparably correct that you can make the choice most favorable to you. Get to the station as soon as possible, you can still catch the first train to Redstone City today."

"I'll remind you: you don't have to pack things, because it's highly probable you won't have much use for them!" ===== CHAPTER 1192 =====