Chapter 903

With a clatter, the door of the prison visiting room was pushed open, and Mr. Walter walked in from outside the door in handcuffs.

He didn't have much of a smile on his face when he saw the lawyer representative.

He was pushed by the police, "Don't play tricks; I'll be watching you!"

Mr. Walter glanced at him, then walked to the seat he should sit in with a long face and sat down, then the policeman opened his handcuffs, but used other props to restrain his behavior.

For example, the front end of the chair armrest was locked with an iron chain, so it was very difficult for him to stand up and leave here.

Then the policeman walked to the outside of the door and stood, "You have ten minutes.", then closed the door.

Mr. Walter signaled the lawyer to give him a cigarette.

One can actually get cigarettes in prison, but the price of cigarettes is very outrageous.

A pack of cigarettes that only costs five cents outside can sell for two dollars here.

And after buying cigarettes, it's not just for one person to smoke; soon others will come over, and you have to share a puff with them, otherwise there will be trouble.

He has not been sent to a federal prison yet, but stayed in the court's detention room, because another state is applying to extradite him, so the court side doesn't have the idea of letting him go to prison to serve his sentence for the time being.

However, every day he is detained in the court also counts as a formal sentence.

Taking a deep puff of the high-quality cigarette, he had never felt high-end cigarettes were so good to smoke; the whole person became a bit more relaxed.

If there were some wine now, he would be satisfied!

After waiting for more than ten seconds, he opened his eyes, his eyes full of dissatisfaction, "They sentenced me to three years!"

The lawyer representative maintained his very professional fake smile, "Mr. Walter, attempted rape is a felony in Li Ka Lai State, and the sentencing is only reduced by two to three years compared to the completed one."

"Being able to fight for a three-year sentence for you is already the most perfect performance this case can achieve."

Mr. Walter hammered the table, and a "bang" sound came from the visiting room; the police looked into the room immediately.

The lawyer representative took out a wallet, pulled out a twenty-dollar banknote from it, placed it on the corner of the table, and pressed it with a pen.

This money is for the bailiff, to let him not meddle in other people's business.

The bailiff looked at the two, and closed the door again, guarding outside the door.

"This is Lan Si's territory; whether you are guilty or not is not something we can decide; three years is the result we have already tried our best for; complaining about this is of no use."

"However, there is also good news now; we have negotiated with Lan Si,... state will extradite you over to investigate a case."

"An injury case; in the end, you won't be sentenced; the victim will withdraw the lawsuit and forgive you."

"Then we will apply for you to serve your sentence outside the prison, so you can leave the prison."

Although the crime is a felony, the sentence is not a felony; plus some means and operations, it is indeed possible to let him serve his sentence outside the prison.

For example, his leg is broken and needs treatment.

The treatment of fractures is often long, which might take him more than half a year or even a year, and then he spends some money, finds a way to apply for an early parole, and can leave.

The lawyer representative told him all these; Mr. Walter listened very carefully, and occasionally raised a few questions.

Soon ten minutes passed; looking at the twenty dollars, the policeman delayed entering the door for two minutes; he still remembered to knock on the door.

"Time is up."

Mr. Walter put the cigarettes on the table into his pocket; the bailiff acted as if he didn't see it.

He walked to the side of the table, and while putting handcuffs on Mr. Walter, he put the twenty dollars on the corner of the table into his pocket with very agile movements.

Then he took him away.

With the cooperation of many parties, the prosecutor signed an application letter after asking Mr. Walter some details about his injury case, and he was sent on a train to another state.

It didn't take much time, just two days, and he arrived in another place and was detained in the detention room of the local prosecutor's office.

The next day, he met Vice-Chairman Luo Bote in a separate room.

For the Liberal Party or the Socialist Party and the Federal Party, this is an unpredictable swing state.

But for the Labor Union, this is their base camp; they plan to complete a series of things for the Workers' Party building here next year, which is February of 1025.

The governor side has already negotiated a series of cooperation matters with them; the whole state is controlled by local political interest groups; after the Workers' Party is established, it will not interfere with their control of the local area, and will also conduct a series of cooperation with them.

It is even possible to help them seek more seats in Congress!

In short, the cooperation between the two sides is very deep.

After the Socialist Party split from the Liberal Party, it has become the largest party in the Federation, so how is it impossible for the Workers' Party, supported by twenty million worker brothers, to become the largest party in the next era?

This is very possible!

Sitting in the independent visiting room, the two sat at both ends of the table smoking; Vice-Chairman Luo Bote looked at him and laughed inexplicably twice.

This laughter made Walter feel very uncomfortable, "What are you laughing at?"

Vice-Chairman Luo Bote raised the hand that was not holding the cigarette and made a half-surrender gesture, "I didn't mean it; I just think... you know, the magic of fate lies in its unpredictability."

"A year ago, we were still discussing what the chairman of the Workers' Party Representative Committee usually does, but look at you now!"

A smile appeared on his face, which made Walter even more annoyed, "Are you just here to mock me?"

Vice-Chairman Luo Bote was still laughing, but after laughing for a while, he gradually stopped laughing.

"I'm not that idle; I'm just here to see you."

"Do you still remember the general strike?"

Mr. Walter nodded, and his face was full of nostalgic expressions.

They were both people who personally participated in that general strike; at that time, they were still very young and had just entered society.

Even if thinking about it now, it makes people full of strength!

They held hands, stood on the street to confront the police, confront the fire department's water cannons, loudly shouting the slogan "Long live the working class," step by step pressing those capitalists and corrupt officials.

In the end, they achieved an unprecedented victory!

At the same time, the working class also stood up.

Once talking about the past, the two had a lot to say; talking and talking, they suddenly fell silent again.

Luo Bote pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, "After so many years, what is your dream?"

Mr. Walter narrowed his eyes slightly, "At first I wanted to be rich, but this has already been realized."

"Now it seems, perhaps... becoming an official is my ideal?"

"I don't know either; people are complex, and ideals are different at different times."

Vice-Chairman Luo Bote pursued, "Then what about now?"

"What is your ideal now?"

Mr. Walter was a bit confused, "Is this important?"

But looking at the other party's serious expression, he could only lean back and raise his hands, "Alright, alright, let me think."

"My ideal now is to get out as soon as possible."

Vice-Chairman Luo Bote was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "You can get out tomorrow."

Mr. Walter thought he was joking, "Haha, if it were true, that would be great!"

A few minutes later, Vice-Chairman Luo Bote sighed and came out of the visiting room; he put on a thick coat and still felt a bit cold.

Mr. Walter must die; he was one of the first people in the Labor Union; from a small character, he grew into a vice-chairman; he knows too many inside stories and transactions.

For example, the transactions between the Labor Union and capitalists in private, and the transactions with the federal government, helping them exploit and oppress the working class.

Think about it, everyone is the working class, why are those real workers still doing jobs for thirty or forty dollars a month.

While they enjoy the same life as people in the upper class.

Is it because they work hard?

Is it because they are diligent in their work?

Definitely not!

They just sold their working-class brothers repeatedly for many good prices!

No one dares to guarantee that Mr. Walter won't expose these things, especially when he basically has no hope of holding any position in the party and government.

Will he be resentful?

He has also worked for the Labor Union for so many years, and has made great contributions and efforts; he started fighting with everyone when he was a teenager.

Now everyone has started to enjoy the rewards of so many years of effort, but he has become an outsider; will he be unbalanced in his heart?

Will he vent these emotions in other, unfriendly ways, for example, reaching some deal with their opponents?

So at this critical moment, shutting up is the most important thing.

He shook his shoulders and ran back to the car, but he didn't leave too far; soon an ambulance appeared at the scene; they put Mr. Walter, whose face was already purple, on a stretcher.

From his performance, he basically had no possibility of being saved.

Of course, he followed all the way to the hospital; soon the hospital confirmed that the rescue was ineffective and announced his death.

Until he watched Mr. Walter being covered with a white cloth and placed in the morgue with his own eyes, he came to the street and made a phone call to the chairman.

"He is free."

"Does he hate us?", the chairman asked.

Vice-Chairman Luo Bote said softly, "This is his wish!"

Although he didn't know why someone's wish was for himself to be finished, the chairman still expressed appreciation for Vice-Chairman Luo Bote's work ability, and also reminded him—

"Try not to run around these days; if anything happens, notify me in time."

Mr. Walter's death didn't alarm anyone; suicide out of fear of punishment became the annotation of the last journey of his life.

Vice-Chairman Luo Bote could be considered to have done what he promised; from the time he left to the time Mr. Walter also left the prosecutor's office, it was less than fifteen minutes.

For this old friend, he no longer had any guilty psychology.

Vice-Chairman Luo Bote, including the chairman of the Labor Union, thought the federal government would watch this matter and look for their trouble, but what they didn't know was that the federal government's attention was not here at all, but in La Pa.

Because La Pa started to "run."

When Pedro returned to his hometown, he already felt that unfriendly atmosphere; the road was full of pedestrians carrying grain bags.

La Pa people don't have the habit of storing food; the temperature in La Pa is always that kind of humid and hot type; although this is a huge land, the sea breeze will still carry humid air and sweep across the entire continent.

Only the situation in the central region is better; La Pa has always been humid and hot.

Humid and hot means things like grain that easily absorb moisture will quickly become humid, plus the temperature here always maintains a temperature suitable for bacterial growth, so if too much food is stored at home, it is easy to get moldy and deteriorate.

Most families buy food for three days to a week, once.

After the food is eaten, they go to buy new food; it has always been like this.

But just in the last few weeks, a grain depot in the surrounding area caught fire, and a lot of grain was burned.

If saying a grain depot was burned is not enough to make the "grain run trend" appear, then there is gossip saying that the La Pa government sold more than one million tons of grain originally used for sale to the country at a high price to federal merchants.

As soon as this news came out, the whole of La Pa was shocked!

That is grain, grain that can let people live!

Was it sold so easily?

La Pa people's dissatisfaction with the government having a large amount of farmland is not one or two days; although dissatisfied, most of this grain would be digested domestically.

The government's grain price would be five to fifteen percent more expensive than the grain in grocery stores or grain stores; people would also complain, but just complain.

As long as this grain is still there, it can be taken out at any time; if it's more expensive, let it be more expensive!

"We still have grain, just a bit more expensive" and "We have no grain left" are completely two concepts!

Panicked people began to rush to buy grain.

Those people with flexible brains immediately ran to nearby grain stations or grocery stores with bags to buy all the grain they could buy, including tree wheat flour, which was within the scope of their rush to buy.

A grain gap of millions of tons, even if tree wheat flour is high-yielding, it can't make up for it!

Just as Lan Si inferred, clearly a family buying a week or two weeks of grain would be enough for them to cope with the current crisis.

But there are always some people who have more sense of crisis than others; they buy a month, or even two months of grain at a time.

When someone discovered that these people were buying a large amount of grain, their worry broke out, and they also began to buy a large amount of grain, and soon grain stations and grocery stores were bought empty.

A large number of people holding food bags but empty-handed began to walk towards nearby national grain stations, but where could they conjure up some food to sell to people?

A terrible situation that people haven't realized yet is brewing rapidly!

Pedro returned home; when his wife saw him return, she said "Thank God," and then threw herself into his arms.

"We have no grain left either!"

"I have been to the grocery stores and grain stations around, and they have no grain left; only some imported foreign snacks are left; those things can't fill the stomach at all."

Pedro's expression was very serious; he didn't believe that they had just finished "training," and a crisis that could shake the foundation of rule broke out immediately!

While he was vaguely full of expectations for this crisis in his heart, he was also full of vigilance towards Lan Si and federal people!

This is not their country; they unscrupulously create this kind of political event here, and won't have any sense of guilt, even if more people die!

"I'll go out and see; you take care of the children at home."

Pedro took out the grain bag as soon as he got home, a dark brown double-layered cotton bag; after pouring out the food inside, he went out with an empty bag.

Most of the people on the street were like him; he wanted to distinguish the current situation, and then decide where to go.

There are many grocery stores and grain stations around; just when he hadn't decided, gunshots suddenly came from the street!

He shrank his neck, his body trembled because of fear, and he hurriedly ran into the alley!

It's a gang!

He curled up and hid in the alley, secretly looking outside; soon he discovered that about thirty or forty meters away from him, several La Pa people were snatching a food bag from a civilian.

Looking from here, it was obvious that there was quite a lot of food in that food bag.

The owner of the food bag was kicked to the ground; he grabbed the bag with both hands, seemingly begging.

It was too far from here to hear what he was saying, but from his expression, it could be seen that he was definitely begging.

His leg seemed to be injured, with an obvious sense of incoordination, but even so, he didn't give up his pocket.

Three or four gang members were fighting for that pocket with him; seeing time passing bit by bit, one of the young men took out his pistol again and fired several shots at the person lying on the ground.

In an instant, the hands of the person being snatched left the bag.

The four people disappeared into the alley next to them with the food bag quickly.

People hiding on the street walked out from where they were hiding, including Pedro.

He subconsciously opened his legs and walked to the person; looking at the passerby lying in a pool of blood, with a shot in the forehead, a shot in the cheekbone, and two shots in the chest, completely without the necessity of rescue, his mood was very heavy.

People have begun to kill for food; this has just begun.

He knew very well.

This has just begun!

As a teacher who has received education, can be considered a senior intellectual, and likes to read books, his first thought at this time is that as long as he holds on until February, everything will be fine.

Now the yield per mu of wheat is only two bushels, which is fifty-five kilograms.

But potatoes already have a harvest of one hundred and fifty to two hundred kilograms; these potatoes can let people solve the problem of hunger.

But he immediately thought that these potatoes would be dug out of the land and eaten by those who were extremely hungry before they had a chance to be harvested.

What's more terrible is that all this will inevitably affect next year's spring plowing.

Perhaps people will eat all the seeds.

Find them from the soil, wash them, and eat them!

(End of chapter)