Newsboy Kyle never imagined that his favorite movement to reduce hours and increase wages would subvert the empire and his job.
He lost his job!
As the birthplace of the movement to reduce time and increase wages, Poon responded to the newly born Infil almost immediately when the movement to reduce time and increase wages destroyed the empire and established the Infil Industrial Union.
Sir Rhett Butler, the owner of the Cosoler Shipyard, Infield's largest shipyard, responded immediately to the call of Infield.
He increased workers' wages, cut working hours, and even organized manpower to help the Public Security Bureau maintain order and distribute food.
It can be said that due to the addition of Sir Rhett Butler, the citizens of Poon City have almost successfully changed their identity.
We have high expectations for the new Infield and the country.
It’s just that little Kyle is not happy.
On the day after the movement to reduce time and increase wages captured the imperial city and established the British Empire, he ran to the newspaper factory in the dark and waited for the freshly baked newspapers in the cold wind.
Although he was young, only thirteen years old, he probably had a lot of exposure to type.
He is a precocious teenager.
He knew that a newspaper about such a big event would be very easy to sell.
So he rushed over early.
However, he didn't wait until dawn to report that the factory was open.
At this time, the gate of the factory was already crowded with newsboys.
It wasn't until the janitor arrived at seven o'clock in the morning, when the sun was rising, that the newsboys knew the newspaper factory was closed.
"The newspaper factory closed yesterday. Didn't the adults tell you? The editors in Baoli have been recruited by the superiors. They all write news on the Internet. Look, everyone has the Internet. Who can still Read the newspaper!”
The caretaker summoned a virtual screen and pulled it up. In the Yingfei newspaper section, dense news appeared.
The newsboys were dumbfounded.
Not a few of them know the Internet.
In fact, while waiting for the newspaper in the morning, many people turned on the Internet and started talking about the new Infil Corporation.
for example:
The legendary god descended
The king of Bluetooth
Ben Keming stabbed His Majesty the Emperor to death
… etc.
Details like these are much more interesting to the newsboys than the mythical stories sung by the bards in the teahouse.
At least, these things are close at hand, right
But they never imagined that the heroes they admired would destroy their livelihood.
"Grandpa Hogan, will the factory really stop printing newspapers in the future?"
"Then what do we do?"
The newsboys shouted in disbelief.
But no matter how noisy they are, the printing factory that is silently shut down is an indisputable fact.
Some newsboys could not accept this result and were still stranded at the factory gate.
For them, they don’t know what else to do besides selling newspapers.
Some of the clever ones have already rushed to other tabloid companies to see if they are still selling.
Some of them just gave up and walked back in despair, not knowing what to do in the future
After little Kyle cleverly learned that newspapers were no longer sold here, he rushed to other newspaper factories and even several black factories to contact people.
—They will print some Moulin Rouge books, villain fighting pictures... and so on.
Little Kyle has sold some good businesses, but the risks are very high. If he is caught, not only will he lose his money and goods, but he will even have to pay a fine.
After seeing his companion being arrested, little Kyle didn’t dare to sell anymore.
As a result, all of Little Kyle's newspapers ran out of money, and all newspaper factories stopped printing. As for the contact person of the black factory, they are missing.
After a lap, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning, and little Kyle was extremely frustrated.
In the past, he could at least sell a few newspapers at this time, so he should have enough money for breakfast.
Now he didn't have a penny left in his hands except for the capital to buy the newspaper.
He was wandering the streets with a dazed look on his face, like a zombie.
He heard that the factories in Pune had reduced hours and increased wages, but this had nothing to do with him.
He was too young and the factory didn't want him.
His father died in a factory accident three years ago and his mother left without saying goodbye.
Now only he and his brother depend on each other.
My younger brother is still young, only seven years old.
Without the income from selling newspapers, he doesn't know what else he can do in the future
Little Kyle wandered the streets over and over again. It was not until workers poured out of the factory at noon and the streets became lively again that he barely came back to his senses.
He took out the money he spent to buy the newspaper, bought half a piece of cut bread, and rushed home.
It was said to be a home, but it was actually just a dilapidated shed.
After his father died, the rented house was taken away by the landlord.
Now this old shed was shared with them by Uncle Heller, a disabled man who lives on the streets.
It was at that time that little Kyle learned to read from Uncle Heller, and started his career selling newspapers with the sixty pence that Uncle Heller gave him.
Unfortunately, last summer, Uncle Heller's left leg, which was broken by the machine, continued to ooze pus and worsened. He finally died in pain after wailing for two days and two nights.
At that time, little Kyle was so small that he couldn't even drag Uncle Heller with him.
He could only call the Sheriff's Department and drag Uncle Heller away.
Until now, when I think about it, little Kyle feels guilty.
He always felt that if Uncle Heller had used the sixty pence to buy medicine, he might be able to survive that summer.
It was Uncle Heller who he killed.
Devastated, little Kyle returned home.
But unexpectedly, he discovered that a young woman was squatting in front of the door, peeling an egg while talking to her brother.
As he looked over, she happened to pass the egg to her brother.
"Who are you?"
Little Kyle rushed over like crazy, pulled his brother behind him, and looked at the young woman warily.
He had read the newspaper, which said that some circuses would coax children to follow them, then put the children in jars, use the jars to fix the children's bodies, and create deformities for use in circus performances.
There are also some terrible vampires who will send servants to rob children and capture them specifically for blood food.
These urban legends, coupled with the frequent disappearance of stray children around him, made little Kyle always wary.
If his younger brother hadn't been too slow, he would have sold newspapers with his younger brother by his side.
"Are you Little Luobo's brother? Hello, my name is Qiong! I am the director of Yingfang University and the Compulsory Education Department of the country. I am here mainly to inform you to go to school as soon as possible. The school is in the church. Of course, there is Renamed Hope Primary School.”
The young woman squatted half-crouched, smiling brightly and kindly.
When she talked about "Infield and the country", her tone was full of pride and pride.
Her smile made little Kyle relax his guard a little.
He didn't know whether what Qiong said was true or false, but even if it was true, it had nothing to do with him.
He said: "Sorry, we don't have money to go to school."
Qiong smiled: "We don't need any money. There is no charge. This education fee will be paid by the Infield Institute of Technology."
Little Kyle was shocked: "Is this true?"
"Of course, you see, this is an executive order signed by Mr. Benckmin himself, of course it is true."
Qiong opened the Internet and clicked on a new icon that appeared out of nowhere. The title of a document displayed on it clearly read "Notice on the Trial Implementation of the Compulsory Education Department."
Little Kyle was completely stunned.
After a long time, he said: "Madam, I will send my brother there later. Thank you for coming to inform me."
He decided to go back and find someone to ask.
If it was true, he would send his brother there, which would be much better than staying at home.
In fact, he also wanted to send his younger brother to the church for custody.
It's a pity that the pastors only want clean and respectable workers' children, and they won't accept these fatherless and motherless street children.
"If I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't be too old, right? Let me guess, are you ten years old?"
Joan smiled, surprised at how little Kyle sounded like a little adult.
"I'm thirteen, ma'am!"
"Really? You can't tell from the appearance at all." Qiong was even more surprised. She guessed that the dark and thin boy in front of her was ten years old, and she had guessed as much as possible.
In fact, in her opinion, little Kyle looked to be eight or nine years old at most.
"Although you are a bit older, according to the regulations, you can still attend school for free. You can bring your brother with you in the afternoon!" Qiong said.
"No ma'am, I still have to make money."
"Your parents..." Joan closed her mouth before she could finish her words. She looked at the timid brother behind little Kyle and the house built with a few logs and weeds, and she already guessed something.
In the sad eyes of little Kyle, she smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, the school provides breakfast, lunch and dinner for free, let's go together! If you are really thirteen years old, I can help you apply for a work-study program. According to the work-study program, and the National Minimum Wage Act, which is at least 70p a week."
"Seventy pence?! You didn't lie to me?"
Little Kyle's eyes suddenly lit up.
This is a salary that he may not earn even if he sells newspapers for a week.
"Of course, this is the law!" Qiong looked proud: "If you don't believe it, you can open the official website of the Workers' Republic of China and check the minimum wage law."
When Joan said this, she also brought up the Minimum Wage Law on the virtual screen.
Little Kyle looked at the document blankly, and for a long time he murmured: "The British Phil Empire... Why do you give us free schooling? And give us food?"
"Sir, I have to correct your mistake. We are not the British Empire now, but the British Empire! As for why we did this?" Qiong said seriously: "Because under the leadership of Aljid, we workers He has become the master of the country."