Chapter 850: The wrong road leads to the wrong end

Aug was very frustrated. At this moment, he felt he had been cheated!

Just a few days, everything changed!

At this very moment, he, a person in his forties, was crying bitterly in his wife's arms like a child.

His wife had been holding back tears to comfort him, but it was of no use.

"We are going to lose everything!", he said this.

The bank will auction off the house for which he has not yet finished paying the mortgage, and the money from the auction will not even be enough for him to pay all the medical expenses. He and his wife and children will become homeless and go to live on the streets.

Reid's factory has already fired him. With his current condition, if he wants to find a job, he has to wait until he fully recovers!

He doesn't know how long he needs to stand up again. The doctor also told him that he has some follow-up physical therapy to do.

He needs money.

Never at any moment like this, he was full of strong desire for money, and full of regret for the stupid things he did!

His wife also couldn't help but start to shed tears. She knew very clearly what "losing everything" meant.

It means the efforts of the twenty years since they got married will become a bubble, and all the happy moments they had in the past will become meaningless!

This society is like a monster tearing them apart, and then it will swallow them into its stomach.

But she could only comfort the man, "Everything will get better, maybe there will be a turning point."

Just at this moment, the sound of footsteps with iron plates approached from afar. The man looked at the reporter walking over, and a trace of vigilance appeared on his face.

The reporter stopped at a distance of about two meters from them, slightly raising both hands, showing his harmlessness, "I am a reporter. If you don't mind, I can take my business card out of my pocket."

Aug nodded. Subsequently, this gentleman tried his best to stretch his body and reached out to hand it over.

Aug took the business card, but the vigilant expression didn't relax, instead asking, "It says... you are an editor-in-chief."

The man revealed a gentle smile, "I was a reporter before. I didn't lie."

Aug looked carefully at this "Mason" gentleman. The expression also gradually relaxed a bit, because the other party's dress and appearance, he didn't look like a... liar or something.

Dressed very elegantly, with taste, most importantly he has temperament.

"Sorry, I just experienced some..."

Editor-in-Chief Mason nodded and approached a step. He raised both hands to make an appeasing gesture, "I know. If I were you, I would be like this too."

He paused, "You are in trouble now!"

A very affirmative expression. Aug could only nod in agreement and added an adjective, "A big trouble!"

"Do you mind chatting with me on the side?"

Aug shrugged, "Can it be worse than now?"

Pushed by his wife, he sat in the wheelchair and came to a small coffee house not far away with Editor-in-Chief Mason.

A very simple coffee house, without even a place to sit. People would take the coffee away instead of enjoying it here.

The work atmosphere in the New Industrial Zone is very strong. It's not like the Bay Area.

Coffee houses in the Bay Area will have a large outdoor rest area and indoor. Those elegantly dressed people might spend thirty minutes or even one or two hours here to kill time.

And the time they waste won't have any impact on their work or life.

But it won't work here. People don't have that much time to stay here. They must accelerate, accelerate, and accelerate!

High-intensity work of eleven to twelve hours a day makes them have no time here whether they are at work or off work.

They are more inclined to hold a cup of coffee and drink while walking. When they reach the assembly line, they just finish drinking. The refreshing effect of coffee allows them to cope with the subsequent work.

When it reaches noon, if they are well-off, they can supplement another cup, and the afternoon is another energetic afternoon.

Even supervisors and managers often want takeout instead of sitting here.

God knows what will happen after they leave. They won't leave their workstations for a long time.

Editor-in-Chief Mason ordered three cups of coffee. The three came to his car. Mason opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, facing Aug sitting in the wheelchair.

"I heard some of your situation. I think your situation is very representative. I want to report the things that happened to you and let more people see it."

"I will give you 20 dollars as the fee for me to report your real situation."

"And if more people see it, maybe it will trigger some social public opinion focus. Maybe your problem won't be a problem."

"How about it?"

"Should I agree?"

Aug took a sip of bitter coffee, "Do I have any other choice?"

Editor-in-Chief Mason knew it would be this structure. He took out a notebook and a pen, "Then we start now."

He placed the coffee cup in the cup holder of the passenger seat and asked, "Who do you think caused your current situation?"

"The factory where you work, your manager, the labor agency, those refugees who had a conflict with you, or the union and the Labor Federation?"

Aug has a certain representativeness. He is a union member and a registered member of the Labor Federation. He is a skilled worker and has enjoyed various welfare treatments of the union and the Labor Federation.

Using him to speak is more representative than finding an ordinary worker.

Aug was a bit confused. He held the coffee with

He did not know how to answer this question and could only lower his head to think.

"I don't know, Manager... Honestly, he has been pretty good to us."

"After the New Year, he gave us a raise, and there were also some meal subsidies."

"As for the labor agency, I'm actually not familiar with them at all. I have always worked in the factory and have no direct relationship with them."

"Some people say they will destroy the entire labor market of New Jincheng. I don't know what that means, nor do I know what it will actually look like, but for me right now, they haven't affected me at all."

"As for those refugees... they say these refugees were arranged by the Wanli Group."

Editor-in-Chief Mason recorded every word, "Auger, you know, the Federation is a place that follows the law. Do you have any evidence to prove this?"

Auger shook his head, "Everyone is saying it."

"Everyone is also saying the President is a lizard person."

This made the depressed Auger couldn't help but laugh twice, "Alright, I don't have any evidence."

Mason nodded, "Then... what is your view on the labor union and the labor federation?"

"If they hadn't launched this strike that has nothing to do with you, do you think what is happening now would still have happened?"

This sentence left Auger, who originally didn't think there was a problem with the labor union and the labor federation, even more bewildered. It seemed... this Editor-in-Chief Mason made a lot of sense!

If they hadn't pushed for such strike parades and protests, he wouldn't have appeared in the port district that day, but would have been in the production workshop of the new industrial zone.

Flirting with those pretty female employees while demanding that others strictly follow work codes and procedures.

Picking on their faults and acting like a tyrant.

Auger pulled his hair hard with one hand, and Editor-in-Chief Mason wrote this scene into his notebook—

"When I mentioned the labor union and the labor federation that led to all this, this lame man grabbed his hair in pain and regret."

"It can be seen that what he might regret most now is that he was incited."

After a long while, Auger sighed, "I don't know how to say it, Mr. Mason, they do have some problems."

Editor-in-Chief Mason continued by adding an adjective, "Big problems!"

"They took the demands they couldn't achieve and, by shifting the conflict, created confrontation and clashes between you workers and the Wanli Group."

"But in reality, there was no conflict between you at all. I heard you were still working for the Wanli Group's factory; they hired you and didn't fire you to use those illegal immigrants or refugees."

Auger regretted it even more, "Yes, but I've been fired now!"

Editor-in-Chief Mason asked, "Because of what?"

Auger answered almost subconsciously, "Because I participated in the strike."

"Who told you to participate in the strike?"

"The labor union and the labor federation..."

A horse, a sheep, a donkey, any animal, including humans, once led by the nose, will soon have their own thinking align with the guided thinking.

Editor-in-Chief Mason just used some very simple methods, not even worth calling complex or skillful, to impose his own views on Auger and make him believe it was his own idea.

He was in great pain at this moment.

And the person he resented most in his heart had become the labor union and the labor federation. If they hadn't incited him to go to some strike parade, none of this would have happened!

He could still have received his seventy-dollar monthly salary, finished paying off his mortgage this year, and then lived a happier life!

He was in so much pain he could barely breathe; how could he have done such a stupid thing?!

Editor-in-Chief Mason was very satisfied with the interview results. He also took a few photos of Auger to serve as evidence of his pain.

When the interview was about to end, he asked, "How much money do you owe the hospital?"

"Over nine hundred dollars," Auger's voice was already filled with deep exhaustion.

"So the labor union and the labor federation have abandoned you?"

He did not answer this question and just remained silent, because the answer was obvious.

If the labor union and the labor federation hadn't abandoned him, he wouldn't have come here to tell him these things.

Editor-in-Chief Mason sighed, "Nine hundred dollars, unless God opens His eyes to look at you, it's hard for me to imagine where an ordinary family could get this money in a short time!"

Auger suddenly looked at him with hope. Editor-in-Chief Mason shook his head directly, "Don't count on me; I'm not a philanthropist, and I can't give you this money."

"If you don't mind me arranging for people to film your situation these few days, I will give you another twenty dollars."

"It might not solve your trouble, but it can make your big trouble a little smaller."

Auger did not refuse; now, as long as he could get money, he was willing to try.

Afterward, Editor-in-Chief Mason called his two trusted reporters over.

Every "manager" has subordinates they trust and those they don't.

Subordinates who gain their trust will obviously get more opportunities and more channels for advancement, as long as they don't perform too poorly.

The two reporters arrived quickly, and Editor-in-Chief Mason went with them to a corner on the other side.

"Your job is to follow him twenty-four hours a day and record what happens to him."

"He owes the hospital a large sum of money now, and the hospital will definitely take legal action in a short time. If they don't want to lose their house and so many years of hard work, they have to find a way to scrape this money together."

"You are not just to record and report on them, but also responsible for guiding them."

"Whether you can win the Golden Newspaper Award this year depends on this time."

The reason the Editor-in-Chief is the Editor-in-Chief is not just because his administrative ability is excellent, but more importantly, he has won the Golden Newspaper Award!

He knows how to sting society!

And he is very clear about one thing: the federal government does not like labor unions, nor does it like labor federations; this is something everyone knows.

So he can conclude that this report will definitely win the Golden Newspaper Award.

He already has a Golden Newspaper Award, and his current height makes him realize that the Golden Newspaper Award is actually... just a toy. What he wants is not the Golden Newspaper Award, but a better channel for advancement!

His two trusted reporters need to seize this opportunity, and he actually needs to seize this opportunity as well.

The two trusted reporters had not yet won the Golden Newspaper Award, and they were considered the Editor-in-Chief's apprentices, so they listened very carefully.

"Guide him toward a few paths."

"First, make him find a way to take all the money he has now and go to the casino."

"If the money isn't enough, make him find a way to mortgage his property to the bank as soon as possible and use the loan money to go to the casino."

The two trusted reporters felt a slight chill in their hearts, but they still listened and recorded seriously.

One of them asked, "What if he doesn't go?"

Editor-in-Chief Mason smiled and said, "You can bring some magazines and newspapers that introduce casino games and winners, and put them where he can see them. You must make him have the idea that he can take a gamble."

The two trusted subordinates nodded one after another. This is all damn experience that wouldn't be taught to them normally. It seems the Editor-in-Chief also has his own "tasks."

"Second, there are many girls standing on the street now. When you are chatting, find a way to guide his wife toward this aspect. I heard he also has a daughter in high school."

"Don't be so deliberate, just talk about it as if you are chatting about reporting material, and mention it inadvertently so she knows, letting her have the idea that it won't take long for her to pay off all the debts."

"As for their daughter, you can find a way to let her have a sense of guilt and mission, feeling that her parents have sheltered her from the wind and rain for more than ten years, and it is her turn to repay the family."

The two recorded in silence. They finally felt where the gap between them and the Editor-in-Chief was, and why he was a Golden Newspaper Award winner and the Editor-in-Chief of the New Jincheng News Group.

While they, after mixing for so many years, were still just inconspicuous little reporters.

"Third, if they have resisted all of these, then guide them to... you know, I actually don't really want to say this."

"But all stories that can be sublimated must have a tragic ending. Comedy cannot shock people's hearts, just as comedy cannot move the judges to give you a Golden Newspaper Award."

"Only a bloody death can deeply sting society and sting everyone. Understand?"

The two reporters took a deep breath. The Editor-in-Chief is really not human, but his ideas are really awesome.

Editor-in-Chief Mason patted the two on the shoulders, "I have high hopes for you!"

"I hope I have the chance to see your names on this year's Golden Newspaper Award candidate list and cast a vote for you!"

Past winners of the Golden Newspaper Award become ordinary judges for the Golden Newspaper Award. They are qualified to vote for candidate news and candidates. The one with the most votes does not necessarily win the Golden Newspaper Award.

Because there is still a final review by the executive committee of judges, and they have veto power.

But having the most votes definitely makes the probability of winning much higher than having fewer or no votes!

As they spoke, the three returned to Auger's side. Editor-in-Chief Mason looked very elegant, like a gentleman, "Auger, I have talked it over with my reporters. During this period, they will follow you and report on your situation."

"This may attract some people's attention. We will publish the specific details of your need for help in the report; perhaps someone will donate money."

"So... this is not just for me, but also for yourselves."

Auger took a deep breath. This was indeed a possibility, and he nodded vigorously, "I will cooperate!"

Editor-in-Chief Mason walked over and put the other twenty dollars into his hand, "I will also pay attention to you. I hope you can overcome the difficulties before you!"

He paused, greeted Auger's wife, and then left by car.

After watching Editor-in-Chief Mason leave, Auger said to his wife, "Mr. Mason is a good man. Now everyone stays away from us, but he is willing to help us."

The corners of the two reporters' mouths twitched. Perhaps Mr. Auger did not know what the ultimate goal of this "good man" was.

The strike in New Jincheng did not have an effect and began to spread more widely. This was the first time in recent years that the labor federation had organized a failed strike in the Federation.

Of course, they were unwilling to admit that they had failed just like that. They began to collect evidence, wanting to prove that those refugees and Lanse had a relationship with the Wanli Group, but it was meaningless.

Because this city, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, is all Lanse's people!

As for those who want to talk nonsense, they might be liquidated before they even have a chance to talk nonsense.

(End of chapter)