death of hope

Chapter 29 "Flying Windfall" (29) Vent

When he entered the gate of the factory, the security guards in blue uniforms were watching him;
The security captain Rom has a good relationship with him, and he leaned over and whispered:

"Hey, Roy, I heard what those bastard white shirts on the second floor said, you're going to be in trouble, boy."

Roy crossed his waist, lit a cigarette, and put on a carefree and indifferent gesture:
"Let them come, I am not afraid."

"Hehe, are you crazy, you kid? Smoking is prohibited in the factory area. The factory owner, Mr. Spike, has a cleanliness habit. You should know what will happen if you are reported."

"Isn't it just deducting money, let them do what they want."

With that said, Roy threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and spit again in accordance with the health regulations notice.

"Crazy... Really crazy." The security captain Rom shook his head, muttered, and went back to the guard box.

Entering the No. [-] factory area, you can hear the familiar machine noise, and the workers are busy.

Ms. Diana, the leader of the production line, writhed her fat buttocks, walked over angrily, and spit and yelled at him like a standard shrew:
"Operator Roy!

what's the matter with youYou were absent from work yesterday, and you were late this morning. You have been sluggish and drowsy for the past month. Your work attitude is depressed, which has affected the efficiency of the entire production line! "

Roy wiped the saliva on his clothes with his cuff:

"Shut up, spinster, you're fucking talking shit out of your mouth!"

Diana froze: "You...what did you say?"

"I said old-virgin! Do you hear me?"

Roy paused word by word, spelled every word aside, took a step forward, held his head high, and despised the opponent with his nostrils.

"You... you... bastard, I... I will deduct your points!"

"Fuck you! You can deduct it as you like, you can deduct it all! Don't even think about threatening me with this again!"

"Don't think the deduction of points and money is enough...I...I'm going to report this matter, so that you can't eat it and walk around!"

"Eat shit as you like, spinster, I'm fucking quitting!"

Roy took off his greasy and dirty sleeves and threw them on that disgusting old face, leaving behind an angry and astonished production line leader who turned around and walked away with his pockets in his pocket.

The operators on the side looked dumbfounded, and Brother Bart gave him a thumbs up, and the mouth shape was right;

(Nice job.)
Diana, the production line leader, is a nasty guy,
She is about fifty years old, with a bitter face all day long, talking to workers arrogantly, as if someone owed her a lot of money, and threatening to deduct points at every turn.

Flattering and flattering his superiors and being mean to his subordinates has aroused public outrage.
Now she was devastated, and no one felt sorry for her. The workers all laughed to themselves, secretly admired Roy's courage, and worried about his future.

In York City, once the poor are unemployed, it is difficult to find a new job. There are only three kinds of endings. They become beggars and scavengers, join gangs and hang out on the streets, or kill themselves. With money, Roy has more choices.

While climbing the stairs, a security guard yelled at him:
"Upstairs is the office area, not a place for operators to come, you have trampled the floor dirty!"

Roy ignored him, went straight upstairs, and kicked open the door of the Human Resources Department, startling the clerks in white shirts who were drinking coffee inside.

Compared with entrepreneurs, Roy hates these numb and hypocritical middle-class people more. These people are always thinking about how to squeeze out the last drop of blood and sweat from the workers, so as to find opportunities to climb up.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to get out quickly and go through the formalities for me."

Half an hour later, Roy walked out with ease, holding two kraft paper bags in his hands. The work records inside were just what he needed to buy the interstellar ticket. Anna was waiting for him outside the gate, her long hair blown by the wind messy;
"Is everything done?"

"It's done, and so is yours."

Anna looked at the bronze statue in the factory yard: "Although I hate this place, when it's time to leave, I'm still a little bit reluctant."

Roy throws a rock at the statue and misses the target:
"There is nothing to miss, living like a zombie every day, think about it, we are about to cross the stars, looking for a new life, living like a human being, not a tool."

Anna raised her head and looked at the cloudy sky;
"Today's pollution level is orange again. I don't want our children to be born with pneumoconiosis."

"That's right, let's go, let's pick up your niece."

"Hey, how do you go west, the station is on the east side."

"Small surprise, I rented a car from a nearby car rental agency, let's drive."

"When did you get your driver's license?"

"You don't need to take the test, you can do it with money."

"So, riding in your car is risking your life."

"Don't worry, I used to work part-time as a truck driver. I can drive a nine-meter-long van, and I can easily handle a car."

The car rental company is only 400 meters away from the Spike dye battery factory, and it is a short walk away. It is cheap and dilapidated visible to the naked eye, and looks like it is about to go bankrupt.

A "Sap" brand black car was parked in the open space. It looked a bit old-fashioned. The staff in disheveled clothes picked their nostrils and handed the electronic car key to Roy;
"I have filled up the gas and the car is in good condition. Please obey the traffic regulations."

"Why are you still standing there, get in the car."

Roy didn't lie, he was familiar with the steering wheel, the control of the clutch and the accelerator was also smooth and perfect, and he knew the road conditions of the city by heart.

Anna relaxed her whole body and leaned on the large seat. Although the wrapped PU leather had a lot of holes, exposing the inner sponge cushion, it was quite comfortable to sit on. This is one of the advantages of the old model car.

"How long ago was the last time I took a private car... I forgot, it's obviously different from this one. There is a bulge on the middle beam of that car."

"It's a front-wheel-drive car and doesn't need a propshaft, so it keeps the chassis flat."

"You don't have a car, but you know a lot."

"Men, gun car ball, you have to understand something, sit still, I'm going to speed up."

Anna's elder brother Albert lives in a huge low-rent housing in Nancheng District. This crude and sturdy cylindrical building is 300 stories high. More than 2 people are crowded in this steel cage, which seems to be farmed. Pigeon.

Looking down from the glass window of the elevator, just three blocks away are townhouses and single-family homes, as well as a luxury golf course.

On the increasingly polluted planet Terra, the cost of maintaining the natural lawn can be said to be sky-high, and only the top rich are worthy of it.

York City's elite are driving convertibles, sipping champagne while playing ball, and uniformed security patrols walk along the edge to ensure that poor children from neighboring blocks do not break in and spoil people's spirits.

Anna noticed that Roy was holding her hand tighter, and heard him muttering:

"My children want to run on the natural grass and smell the fragrance of wild flowers. They can't just step on the hard artificial plastic grass like me."

This was heard by the fat old man who was sitting in the elevator together: "What a young man with great ambition, if only my son was half as optimistic as you."

"It will be fine, old man, everyone will be fine." Anna said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)