Chapter 98

The weather gradually cooled down, which became friendlier to those fat people, at least they didn't need to be sweating under the scorching sun.

Johnny sat in the prescription doctor's office of a pharmacy with a pale face, and he handed the medicine list in his hand over.

The doctor sitting opposite looked at it simply twice, and looked at his arm, a little curious: "Do you mind if I take a look?"

Johnny shook his head: "Of course not, as long as you prescribe medicine for me."

The doctor checked Johnny's broken arms, and they recovered very well.

The radius itself is a bone that is easy to break. Bone fracture after being violently beaten is also an inevitable phenomenon. Its recovery period is not long, although Johnny is a bit old.

And its impact on life is actually not that big.

Through the examination, the doctor can roughly see that the recovery is still good. Johnny can now use some strength for grasping.

But what is strange is that he always says his arm will hurt at a fixed time, and it is unbearable pain.

The hospital side recently encountered some problems and refused to provide him with painkillers, but the attending physician introduced him here.

"Although I don't understand why you are in pain, since you need it, we can also give it to you."

"Do you know how to use it?"

Johnny nodded repeatedly. The doctor tore the list and handed it to him. He just took a look and couldn't help but scream: "It's more than a dollar more expensive per dose than in the hospital."

The medical doctor was not surprised: "If you buy it from here, it is not within the scope of medical insurance reduction. You can choose to pay the money above here, and then I will give it to you."

"Or you go to the hospital to buy it, their price will be lower."

Thinking that the hospital side refused to give him medicine, he still paid this money.

The medical doctor took a few pills, simply instructed the medication specifications, and then gave it to him.

Looking at Johnny's back as he left, the doctor shook his head slightly. He actually knew that this painkiller had some dependence, but he didn't attach importance to it.

Or rather, doctors across the Federation don't attach much importance to this. As long as they can solve the patient's pain and sell the medicine to create profits for themselves and the pharmaceutical company, they are still angels!

As for dependence?

That's not their business!

After Johnny got the painkiller, the whole person seemed to relax, although he was also very strange himself.

His arm almost ninety-nine percent of the time would not hurt, but it would suddenly hurt so much that he couldn't bear it. Maybe it was because it hadn't grown well yet, he said to himself.

Just coming out of the pharmacy, the sunlight shone on his unhealthy skin without blood, and the confusion behind his eyes was fear and fear of the whole city.

Lanse suddenly tilted his head. He seemed to have seen Johnny, but when he looked again, he had already driven very far.

Even if it was, he wouldn't stop.

He just made a phone call to Vaughn, wanting to make an appointment to meet Vaughn.

For this generous Mr. Lanse, Vaughn was also willing to meet him.

The two still made an appointment in the coffee shop outside the dock. The dock union was not far away, and Lanse's labor agency was also not too far from here.

"My colleagues all asked me to thank you, Lanse. The coffee you sent them was delicious."

Lanse couldn't tell if he was lying, but he didn't care about this either: "Then you can take some back when you leave today. I just saw they have donuts. Maybe your colleagues are also willing to have some donuts when drinking coffee."

The two sat down separately. After the coffee was served, Lanse said his situation: "I plan to open a clothing factory recently. I need some skilled workers, but I am not familiar with this aspect. You know, there are no such job types on the dock."

There is only heavy physical labor on the dock, and basically, it is the kind without technical content.

Vaughn made a joke: "The federal warden knows more skilled sewing workers!"

Lanse reacted after a while: "Very funny."

Vaughn was a little embarrassed, and he quickly changed the subject: "I can't help you with this, but I can introduce someone you know, someone from the Labor Union."

As a super civilian political group born from the "Workers' Unity" and the birth of a super civilian political group in federal history, the Labor Union is an irresistible force everywhere!

This group of people composed entirely of skilled workers has a pivotal super status in the industrial field and has also given birth to some politicians. In other words, they are the core pillars of federal light and heavy industry.

Especially some heavy industries, having skilled workers and not having skilled workers are two different things, and the skilled workers in the Labor Union cover the whole industry.

If they decide to sanction a factory, they only need to let all the skilled workers in this factory go on strike collectively, and this factory will immediately fall into a state of production suspension.

Unless the capitalist completely breaks up regardless of the loss and does not use skilled workers, they will not be threatened by the Labor Union.

But especially heavy industry, if they are all novices, the boss would rather close the factory immediately than let the assembly line start.

As long as he wants to continue production, he must negotiate with the Labor Union. This is also the period when the Labor Union and the union power are the strongest. They can even be one of the keys to the President's victory!

Vaughn, as the vice president of the dock union, a branch of the union, must be very familiar with the people of the Labor Union because everyone is a labor brother and has contacts and cooperation in normal times.

He took out a pen and intended to write a contact information for Lanse, but Lanse refused: "If you don't have other urgent work next, we can go over together."

Vaughn considered it and agreed. The main work of the dock union is to coordinate the contradictions and conflicts between dock workers and capitalists.

Now there is actually no substantive contradiction between dock workers and capitalists, but there are many contradictions with those illegal immigrants, so Vaughn can leave at any time.

Lanse called the waiter: "Send twelve cups of coffee and twelve donuts to this address..., the rest is all tip.", he left five dollars. These money are completely enough to pay for these things, and there is about seventy or eighty cents of tip.

What made Lanse feel strange was that the waiter didn't leave immediately after getting the money, but stared at Vaughn.

Vaughn was a little embarrassed by his staring, and then coughed slightly: "I'm full today."

The waiter then left.

Lanse didn't quite understand looking at him, and Vaughn was embarrassed to say that after Lanse left last time, he saw that there was more tip, and wanted a double beef burger. He could only barely explain: "Sometimes I will have lunch here. You know, our lunch is not fixed, sometimes early, sometimes late."

A good explanation, Lanse didn't care much about this, and the two then got up and left.

On the way, he suddenly remembered something: "Vaughn, can you tell me who is reporting us?"

"I don't have any other meaning, I just want to talk to them. We are all working class, we should be brothers, not enemies."

"Maybe I can convince them, so that your work will also be reduced a lot."

He asked Elvin to inquire, but Elvin had no connections among local workers. He knew all illegal immigrants and immigrants.

Illegal immigrants and immigrants are not in the same group as these local workers, so they wouldn't even walk together after work, so it is very difficult to find out who reported such a core key content.

Vaughn hesitated, and Lanse continued to convince him: "Recently I have been thinking, in order to create confrontational emotions, politicians deliberately pushed this anti-immigrant wave."

"We believe that every one of our worker brothers is kind and innocent. We shouldn't be used by capitalists and politicians. I will find a way to convince them."

"And you know, I am also a federal person. On key issues, I will stand on the side of federal people."

Perhaps it was "federal person" that moved Vaughn, and he finally agreed: "Those lists are in my office. I will give them to you after I go back."

"Thanks!", Lanse replied with a smile.

The Labor Union is on the industrial zone side. The two crossed the entire city and arrived here in the evening, but fortunately they hadn't finished work yet.

Vaughn and the people here are relatively familiar. In New Jincheng, dock workers are the first-tier worker force!

Soon he took Lanse to an office, and then knocked on the door.

The doorplate was written "Textile Workers Liaison Office", and below it was the name of the person inside, "Debbie Jones", which looks like a lady.

"Come in!", the voice also explained this point.

Vaughn looked at Lanse, pushed open the door, and signaled him to go in first.

After entering the office, the decoration here is simple, but not simple. Debbie, who is sitting behind the office desk and dealing with official documents, looks to be in her thirties, wearing a hairband, and wearing a bubble-sleeve collarless pink-bottom white-dot dress.

She has golden-brown hair and looks like Vaughn, not like a worker background.

This is very strange. These people who represent the working class don't look like workers. Perhaps this is the most fantastic point in the federal political environment.

But... who cares?

The more she doesn't look like a worker, the more Lanse feels at ease. After all, everyone knows who is easier to handle, someone who only talks about ideals or someone who talks about everything.

Until Vaughn came in, Debbie showed some smiles. She even stood up, which shows that Vaughn's position in her heart is obviously not low.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"President Vaughn?"

Vaughn laughed loudly and walked up, shaking hands with Debbie, who walked around from behind the office desk: "Sounds like a very good look, but I dare not promise."

The dialogue between the two shows that they might be very familiar. Lanse didn't quite understand.

Then Vaughn introduced Lanse: "My friend, worker brother, Lanse."

"He opened a labor agency to solve work problems for some people who need work."

Debbie's eyes lit up, and she took the initiative to shake hands with Lanse. People who can help solve job positions are very critical to these people who come from the working class and serve workers.

From some aspects, they are actually no different from what politicians need to do and want, but only limited to some aspects.

"You can call me Debbie, nice to meet you, Mr. Lanse."