Chapter 365: 366. Chapter 362: Light 66614

366. Chapter 362: Light 66614

The car stopped steadily. After Elvin got out of the car and looked around, Lansi got out of the car after Madoer confirmed there was no danger.

The children who had been waiting impatiently around ran over, keeping a distance

Ever since Lanse gave them some pocket money for the first time, the children chasing his car every day have become more and more, especially near the company.

Many children follow behind as soon as they see his car. In order not to let them run out of breath, Lanse sometimes asks the driver to slow down the car a little.

He gave Erwin a look. The latter returned to the passenger seat, opened the toolbox, took out a handful of change, and threw it to the children.

The children's laughter and childish "Thank you, Mr. Lanse, thank you, Mr. Erwin" were connected together, making people feel much more pleasant.

After the children picked all the coins on the ground from the uneven ground, they said goodbye to Lanse one by one.

There are also some homeless people around looking at those children with envy. They don't have this benefit.

Someone once tried to walk over and beg Lanse. He wanted some money to buy something to eat and a pack of cigarettes, and then that guy was sent to the dock by Lanse to work.

Lanse gives children money because if they are given money, they can not go to work, or reduce the time they go to work.

The Federation allows the employment of child labor, legal employment of child labor. If you see some short children working, don't be surprised.

As one of the representatives of civilized society, the federal government raised the minimum age for common work from eight to ten, which is already a manifestation of their gentlemanliness!

Yes, children over ten can work. According to the regulations of the federal government, as long as it does not exceed six hours a day, whether it is their parents or the enterprises that hire them, it is not illegal.

Hiring child labor is something capitalists like, because they can pay child laborers less money to get more labor value.

Especially in some light industries with intensive labor, the factory is almost full of half-grown children of twelve or thirteen. They wear work clothes like adults and sit in front of the assembly line, sitting for several hours.

In order to save a meal, capitalists often arrange for them to stagger their lunch and dinner working hours, so they can only bring some food from home.

Some whole wheat black bread with wood fiber added, or something else.

Their income is very low, but if Lanse gives children some money here from time to time, maybe their parents can let them go.

In the polite thanks of the children, Lanse's mood also became pleasant.

Some homeless people in the distance looked at everything that happened here with envy and jealousy. Although Lanse would not give money to the homeless, he might also send them to the dock to work.

But sometimes Lanse would still distribute some free food to them so that they would not be hungry.

However, the food must be eaten here, otherwise there will be no next time.

Some people don't understand Lanse's approach, why they must finish eating here when distributing food to them.

That's because some homeless people who come to receive food are women, or half-grown children who are younger.

If they don't finish eating here and let them take it away, it is very likely that most of these foods will not be eaten by themselves.

Even among the homeless, there are classes, and there is exploitation and oppression.

Letting them finish eating here can at least let them fill their stomachs.

"Mr. Lanse is a good man!" a homeless person commented. The clothes on his body looked slightly cleaner than other people's clothes.

He washes his clothes every once in a while. This set of clothes has special significance.

He is considering going to work. He is walking out of a failed life. Someone shines into his life like sunshine, lighting up his gray life!

He decided to make some changes, just this summer.

Now he still has some things that he hasn't considered well. Once he considers them well, he will say goodbye to everything that happened in the past!

The homeless people around also expressed their agreement. Mr. Lanse is indeed a good man.

A homeless person laughed and said, "If he can give me a glass of wine, he is God!"

Others laughed one after another. Wine is so expensive, even the cheapest wine is very expensive for them.

Some people licked their lips. They have indeed not drunk wine for a long time.

Because the prohibition makes stores no longer openly sell alcoholic beverages, and the skyrocketing prices make them have no way at all.

In the past, they could pool fifty cents to buy a bottle of inferior wine, and everyone could enjoy it, but now the worst wine costs three or four dollars. The seven or eight-fold increase makes it difficult for them to make up their minds.

The neatly dressed homeless person talked to the homeless person beside him with a smile on his face. Sometimes when a person's thought is opened, the whole person is like a different person.

He is no longer worried, no longer desperate, he is a little excited, he is looking forward to the arrival of a new life.

Inadvertently, he glanced at a homeless person in the corner. This homeless person came recently. He is a cripple, and walking is not very convenient.

Every day he disappears for a period of time, maybe to find something to eat. This person does not communicate with others, but sits with everyone.

There are many strange people, and there are more strange homeless people. He was also a strange person before.

He walked to the side of this indifferent homeless person whose hair was knotted and sat down, "Hey, brother, are you willing to share your story with me?"

That homeless person squinted at him, "Get out."

The neatly dressed homeless person was stunned for a moment. He cursed "Fuck" and then stood up. "His brain is not good, don't talk to him," someone reminded him. It seems that someone has tried to talk to him and failed.

The neatly dressed homeless person nodded. A group of people sat on the side of the road, begging.

They smoke a very special soil tobacco. These soil tobaccos are cigarette butts found in trash cans. There is still a little bit of tobacco in them (no filter). Re-rolling the collected tobacco together is their soil tobacco.

The taste is very strange, but at least it can provide them with nicotine.

If brewing wine was not too complicated, maybe they would have brewed it themselves long ago.

The neatly dressed homeless person smokes, paying attention to the crippled homeless person from time to time. He always feels that this one is a bit strange.

However, he will not keep staring at this guy. He will also think and read newspapers.

There are many newspapers in the trash can. From these newspapers, he can sometimes get some inspiration.

The running newsboy waved the newspaper in his hand, and his future and dreams were hidden in it!

The next morning, the freshly baked newspaper was brought to the hospital ward by Owen under his arm. The mayor leaned on the bed. In just a few days, he felt that he had lost a lot of weight.

The contours of his cheeks became more obvious, and there was no blood on his face.

"This is today's newspaper," the secretary handed over a pile of newspapers.

The top one is "Today's New Jincheng".

The heat of his shooting is declining, but the heat of the dock strike is constantly rising. The front page headline used "Dock Shutdown, Huge Trade Losses" as the title.

The editor-in-chief of the newspaper is someone who understands pictures. The picture on the front page headline is very impactful. On the left is a group of people in blue work clothes gathered together, and on the right are a few managers in red clothes gathered together with worried faces.

The sharp contrast between red and blue makes this picture more impactful!

One side is full of strength, passion, and surging vitality!

One side appears disheveled, worried, and has no motivation.

They specialize in investigating these crimes, and they have great power. They can also directly require the police to transfer relevant cases and suspects to them.

Printing technology is limited, and it is impossible to print Lanse very clearly. Under the dot matrix picture, Lanse's appearance can be roughly seen, but it is not so real.

Or rather, preconceived notions will make the guy in the photo look like anyone.

The secretary glanced and nodded, "Yes, he distributed blue work clothes to the workers at the dock yesterday. Now they have become more united and more imposing!"

The mayor pursed his lips, his saliva was a bit bitter. He picked up the milk with coffee and took a sip, "He is very smart. I have always wanted him to lean over, but he refused me."

The secretary smiled on the side to resolve the embarrassment that might or might not exist for the mayor's "failure", "This proves that he is not a smart person, because a smart person will definitely choose you."

This sentence made the mayor laugh, but after laughing twice, he squinted his eyes and covered his body. The vibration of the laughter and the change in abdominal pressure made him feel pain.

After a while, he calmed down, "It's really suffering, but it's worth it."

He commented, "Lanse is very smart. He is uniting these strike groups and letting them surround him."

"And the dock is very important..."

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. The secretary got up and opened the door. It was his own person.

After the two talked at the door for a while, the secretary returned to the room. The mayor looked at him, "What happened?"

"The governor wants to talk to you, in five minutes."

There is an independent phone in the ward, or the patient suite. After the mayor heard it, his eyes fell on the newspaper again, "It should be for it."

"Strike?"

"Hmm."

The mayor closed his eyes and leaned back on the backrest, "Go and lock the door."

In less than five minutes, at most three minutes, the phone rang. When it rang for the third time, he pressed the speaker button.

"It's me."

"Sydney, I want to know what's going on with the strike!"

The secretary didn't dare to speak, even his breathing slowed down, motionless.

The mayor smacked his lips, "What else could be going on?"

"They are not satisfied with the salary problem, and now they are not doing it."

"Governor, I am a patient now, still lying in the hospital, you have to take care of my situation!"