Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 272 The Kind Fool

The winter snow has stopped for two days. Most of the snow on Walker Street has melted, revealing the slightly muddy cracked concrete floor due to years of disrepair. Only the dark corners where the sun cannot see the snow still remains. The frozen snow may only be melted by the warm spring wind.

Chen Yan walked back to the apartment at No. 33 Walker Street in the evening breeze, and met Jack Baldo who seemed to have been waiting for a long time at the door with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

"Praise the sun, you are finally back."

Jack Baldo looked tired, his jeans were covered in dirt that wasn't just oil and mud, and his hair looked like it hadn't been washed in days.

He looked at Chen Yan with bloodshot eyes, and spoke cautiously:
"I want to ask you a favor."

Chen Yan took the key and prepared to open the door:
"Come in and say... It seems that I forgot to give you the key last time, and I will give you one this time."

This made Jack Baldo even more embarrassed:

"That... let's talk outside."

Chen Yan stood still, waiting for his request.

"These two days... the dirty street is a bit messy."

He realized that the cigarette butt in his mouth would affect his speech, so he smoked the remaining half of the cigarette in one breath, pressed the cigarette butt out in his palm, and then threw the extinguished cigarette butt outside the platform of the apartment.

The cigarette butt fell into the mud in the cracks in the road surface, and disappeared in a blink of an eye without even splashing a drop of water.

"When I was still in touch with Mr. Mergwin, I knew that Mr. Mergwin was in charge of contacting several Labor Party groups in the industrial area.

Now that Mr. Mergwynn is gone, the Labor Party groups are left alone, disbanding, disbanding, surrendering, some preparing to strike, some preparing to create violence, which they believe will allow the factory owners to increase their wages. "

Chen Yan raised her eyebrows: "The last sentence is not bad."

Jack Baldo showed a surprised expression: "Do you think so too?"

Chen Yan saw something from his expression, so he asked, "What method did they use?"

Jack Baldo was a little nonsense: "They kidnapped the family of the factory owner and hung them on the crane in the factory...but they had just come out of the heating room and they were still wearing skirts...it's winter and it's blowing outside With the cold wind."

Chen Yan cursed, and then said: "It's so fucking shabby, don't they have any organization? Who taught them such stupid and indiscriminate methods?"

Jack Baldo replied: "They used to listen to Mr. Mergwin, but now there is no one who can teach them how to read, so they should have come up with it themselves?"

Chen Yan had nothing to say.

Jack Baldo leaned against the door frame and looked at his toes: "Among the workers in the industrial area, there are not many from the countryside in the empire. Most of them come from the other side of the sea, or the plains under the snow-capped mountains in the north, um , I'm talking about those Aiur people...

It's hard to imagine, some of them are even more savage than monkeys, I often suspect that those people are just beasts in human skin and speaking human language.

But there are also very sensible people among the Aiur people, such as Marina. "

Jack Baldo babbled on, always without a point.

Chen Yan heard complicated tension from his words.

"The workers in the lower city...they don't know anything, even though most of them do have the quality of [kindness], kindness is really of little use to them.

They are kind and ignorant, and because of their ignorance, they live a life of death.

Can you believe it, they spend all their wages on bad bran brewed beer! "

Chen Yan leaned against the door frame on the other side, watching the crowds coming and going on Walker Street.

Those were workers on their commute.

"I believe it." Chen Yan said. "Those people... I've seen."

I have seen the situation you mentioned in a certain book, but indirect experience is also experience, rounded up, I have seen it.

Jake Baldo continued: "So you should understand that no one can lead them."

He emphasized his tone: "No one can lead a group of monkeys who can't even read... Neither can Mr. Mergwynn. When he is around, he can only restrain them with money. In fact, they never want to listen to him. They just Just want his money."

Chen Yan rubbed his face frozen by the evening wind.

"It is really difficult. The situation in the empire is very special. The workers have not experienced a long struggle, nor have any experience in struggle. They have only been in the empire for ten years... probably ten years? Maybe not even ten years arrive?"

Jack Baldo corrected in time: "About eight years—the empire completely opened the customs about eight years ago. Although there were immigrants before, there are too many conditions to enter the customs, and it is too difficult to successfully set foot on this land. .”

Chen Yan nodded: "In the past eight years, they have flocked from all over the world, and tens of millions of people crowded into this small corner of the empire. They only want to make money, because they are used to living a hard life. So I only know to use hard work and hard work in exchange for rewards."

"They just feel stressed, but they don't know it's abnormal.

In fact, even the factory owners themselves may not know that this kind of pressure is very abnormal.

They only think, why can't they get "relative" labor in exchange for their reward?
Everything is so original. "

Jack Baldo said: "But the workers have done too much, and they deserve more."

Chen Yan said: "The workers may understand this, but they don't know how to fight for it. They may go on strike, but as long as the factory owners meet their demands, they either stop paying wages, or bribe the leaders, or punish the group. Carry out differentiation... Various methods and tricks, there is always one that can succeed."

Jack Baldo was surprised again: "How do you know this?"

Chen Yan said: "A bearded man told me."

Jack Baldo said with emotion: "That must be an experienced old worker, he may be able to lead the workers to fight for better interests."

Chen Yan nodded heavily: "Although he is not an old worker...but I firmly believe in the second half of the sentence."

He went on to say: "But I can't find that bearded man now. I don't know where he went. Maybe he will never appear in front of me for the rest of his life."

Jack Baldo sighed: "That's a pity."

Chen Yan's voice was low: "Who said it wasn't."

The twilight at night was deeper, and the setting sun had completely disappeared under the rows of peaked roofs and chimneys in the west of Yanan City, but the street lights had not yet been turned on, and the figures of the two were covered by the twilight, almost becoming pitch black.

"Some workers are panicking."

Jack Baldo's voice came from the darkness.

Most of these people have some brains, and some of them went to see the Conservative Party election scene, and immediately understood that the Labor Party is over, and the only channel for the workers to speak is about to disappear completely, and they will [disappear] in the world in another way —no one can hear their voices, and no one can know their situation."

"These people started forming gangs in the lower city. Damn, their cliques are much worse than gangs. They seem to feel the end of the world. They spread rumors about the war everywhere. They do almost everything, even pregnant women who are about to give birth. Let it go! If I didn't go back in time, they might have smashed down her door!"

Chen Yan was stunned: "So?"

An embarrassing voice came from the darkness: "So, I brought Marina and wanted her to stay for a while..."

Chen Yan looked around blankly, but did not find her figure: "Where is she?"

Jack Baldo's embarrassed voice came again: "I let her go first..."

(End of this chapter)