When he said this, Jenkins felt like the devil who fucked other people:
"Try it, walk around the street, if you see a certain house surrounded by the police, or find something interesting, go to the newspaper office and ask if anyone needs fresh news."
"But… "
The boy was a little timid.
"Does it cost money to try it out? If it doesn't succeed, it won't affect your life. If it succeeds... what will happen?"
The point of the conversation is not what Jenkins says, but what he makes the boy think he realizes:
"If I succeed, I will be able to establish a relationship with the newspaper, relying on providing fresh news, and earn another income!"
"Yes, editors and reporters will certainly not be stingy with smart children and are willing to collect information for them."
Jenkins nodded with a smile, the cat on his shoulder swept the back of Jenkins' head with the tip of its tail in a dispirited manner, wondering why it hadn't started fighting yet.
"And not only that, if you can maintain such a relationship, and you can learn more words, and even go to a certain school..."
Jenkins didn't continue, the boy didn't ask, they both looked at each other. Jenkins saw the boy's eyes light up, and in the other's face, he saw hope, he saw heat, he saw the dream of a young teenager.
What he said is of course difficult. It is unbelievable for poor families to provide a sum of money for their children to study. But in this day and age, anything is possible, and there are cottage schools in the slums, and with luck, boys can do what Jenkins said.
Of course, only if you are very lucky. But the boy is still young, and his future is full of possibilities. Jenkins just proposed one of them. Maybe the boy will succeed, maybe he will fail, but he at least looked up, which is good for his life and the next generation.
"gentlemen… "
After staring at each other for a long time, the boy spoke, but his voice was a little hoarse:
"Is this really possible?"
"This is your future. I can't give an exact answer. You should ask yourself."
Jenkins patted the boy on the shoulder lightly:
"Are you really willing to be a coachman carrying goods for the rest of your life? Or, do you want to really get in touch with the smell of these inks?"
His voice was very soft, but there was an inexplicable power to confuse people. The boy gulped~ swallowed, and took two steps back subconsciously. He was frightened by the future Jenkins described. He never knew that he could have such a future.
"Thank you, sir."
The boy did not give an exact answer, but thanked him very seriously. After that, Jenkins didn't speak anymore, and the boy just lowered his head in thought, instead of continuing to look for guests.
In the state of not speaking, the boy can't see Jenkins by default, but the conversation just now will not be forgotten.
"Look, I'm doing well, aren't I?"
Jenkins turned to the gear man standing in front of the sealed window, who let out a puff of steam from his mouth:
"But you haven't got that heart yet."
"Then just wait and see, I think the second mission is here, it should be considered over."
Jenkins, the cat and the gear man didn't have to wait too long, and the newspaper boy who lowered his head in thought heard his name being called again:
"Father?"
The boy walked into the rain to meet the hearty middle-aged bearded man. He also didn't hold an umbrella, and he didn't seem to care about the light rain.
"Why haven't you come home yet?"
asked the man, hugging the boy.
"The newspaper has not been sold out, there are still a dozen copies left."
The boy replied in frustration, and the middle-aged man patted the boy's head with his broad palm:
"It's normal if you can't sell it in this damn weather. Come home with me, your mother must have prepared hot meals for us to go back. Let's go, let's go home together."
"Okay, Father!"
The boy immediately jumped up and down behind his father, and walked with him along the edge of the street into the distance, and even passed Jenkins without saying hello to him.
Jenkins, the cat and the gearman looked at their backs.
"Father… "
The boy seemed to have remembered something, and shouted cautiously.
"What's wrong?"
The middle-aged man turned his head and lowered his head to ask his eldest son. The latter was a little confused, but he still asked the question:
"Would you mind if I wanted to delay learning to drive a few months?"
The flawless heart-shaped diamond congealed in the boy's heart, and flew towards Jenkins by itself.
Jenkins reached out to take it, still holding it with both hands. This clear diamond is slightly hot, not only warming the palm of the hand, but also warming the heart.
"It's really good."
The gear man praised, and Jenkins replied with a little complacency:
"Look, I just said the second mission is fine."
He paused for a moment, then said suspiciously:
"This strange situation corresponds to the last [unknown way forward]. What exactly do you want to express?"
"Nothing, I just want to see this glorious era with you."
The gear man said that its emotional color is not rich, but the next sentence can be heard with emotion:
"After the final battle, you and I, there must always be someone who will sleep completely. For me, I have experienced countless times and planned a lot. I haven't had time to see your world; for you, if you If you are dead, then this is also your last chance to look at this era. Walk with me in your time, describe the context of the era from the eyes of these inconspicuous little people, and feel the The temperature of civilization, isn't that great?"
"What's so good about it? You and I are neither close friends, nor are you a lady whose appearance and figure match my aesthetics. Why should I watch these with you?"
"Because I want you to understand a truth. Human civilization seems to be brilliant, but all of this has rotted inside. What is the difference between the boy just now and those boys of the same age who were born in the nobility? It's just that the background is different, which leads to a completely different life. There is no chance to compete in talent and perseverance.
William the savior, you have a noble bloodline, but you should know better than me, except for a very small number of inheritors of the ancient bloodline like you, most people in this world, nobles and commoners, nobles and despicable people, They are actually indistinguishable. They are born with two eyes, one nose and one mouth, but why can the newsboy only go to drive a carriage? It is the artificially divided class that gives them distinction and creates inequality in life.
Willamette, do you really think this is the right kind of civilization? Do you really think that none of this needs to change? "
If it weren't for the absence of those books in this world, Jenkins even wondered if the other party had read some knowledge.