death of hope

Chapter 369 "Corporate Warrior" (284) Fan Letter

another video,
hello~
Mr. John Snowden.

I am your big fan!

I love you!
Oh... don't get me wrong... I'm a man... straight!It feels like it's getting darker and darker... Haha.

I have subscribed to your channel bro for ten consecutive years,

Your Snowden declassification program is really crazy!

Help us poor people to see through this world full of lies. Your bravery, outspokenness, and spirit of daring to speak for the weak are what most self-media people lack.
Especially the episode that exposed the collusion between federal politicians, officials and businessmen. God, I just felt at the time that this anchor is real beer, and he is not afraid of death.

introduce,
As for me, I have no strengths, just an ordinary blue-collar cleaner. I live very poorly, and I don’t have extra money to reward and support, but I still have to do my part.

In addition to the letter, there was a small DVD in the mail package,

I found it in the dumpster while cleaning the newspaper office,
At that time, it was sandwiched between the banana peel and the greasy lunch box. The average person must be disgusting. People in our line of work have long since felt dirty. I thought that if I could sell it for [-] cents.

Judging from the text information on the paper cover, it should have been sent to the editor of the newspaper by an intern reporter, but for some unknown reason, it was thrown into the trash can.

The co-workers all think that it’s gossip about celebrity cheating, and they want to see eclectic scenes, the kind of short videos that are surreptitiously posted in hotel rooms, with few people and a simple plot...you know~
So, everyone asked the foreman to borrow a Blu-ray DVD player. It was just an ordinary shooting record. Everyone felt disappointed and dispersed without interest.

Only I insisted on watching, because I watched your live broadcast, and I was surprised to find that the content in it was filmed from the Pandora colony, and it was related to your latest investigation project "Pandora Destruction Incident", so I sent a package to it,

Excuse me, I sent collect federal mail, and the little wages sent by the cleaning company are really shabby.

-

ten year old fan
a blue collar worker who adores you

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After reading it, thanks to this veteran for his support, maybe he is in the live broadcast room, hello!

The CD you sent is very helpful for my investigation!

Alright, alright, don’t swipe the barrage buddies, this will be played for you.

This damn antique DVD player...could be broken...

Electronics...a reboot cures everything.

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The shooting environment is the mine car track station at the entrance of the mine,

The lens is densely packed with people,
The identity can be distinguished from the clothes, mine workers, entrepreneurs, federal civil servants, media reporters, etc.,
There is a wooden lecture table in the center of the crowd,

There are a lot of microphones and audio collectors on it, and the metal plate is printed with "Pandora Miner's Worker's Representative, Patricia Lynch".

The speaker is tall, broad-shouldered, handsome, and has a powerful voice:

"We need more comprehensive medical insurance, we must include pneumoconiosis into the category of work-related injuries, we need better protective equipment, we need more time to spend with our families, 10 days of annual leave each year,

This is all stipulated by the federal labor law, but it is rarely implemented in the colonies. This is the voice of our Pandora miners, and it is also the common voice of all the lower-level workers in the federation.

I'm done, thank you. "

The tall man walked away from the podium with a pair of long legs. The workers applauded enthusiastically and shouted: "Well said!"

Others were also applauding, but judging from their facial expressions and hearing their voices, they could tell that it was just a play on the spot for the media to watch.

Several middle-aged men in hard hats and suits communicated in low voices, as if they were discussing countermeasures.

In the end, an unlucky guy was selected from the corners of rock-paper-scissors. The mouth shape of the loser was clearly cursing the indecent word "FxxK".

The unlucky guy who made scissors walked up to the podium, swallowed the sentence of Fake, quickly recovered his very professional smirk, and began to say some unnutritious words.

"I heard the speeches of the workers' representatives. I understand your difficulties and will work out a feasible plan as soon as possible."

"How long will I have to wait! Tell me!" A female miner in the audience shouted:
"Once a woman becomes pregnant, she will be fired from the company. I don't want to take advantage of it. I just want to get the legal rights of a human citizen of the Federation of Terra that are granted to me by the federal law!"

"Yes! Is it true that the daughter of a poor family can only choose between unemployment and having a child?" The female workers in the audience shouted:

"We asked the local labor bureau for an explanation, and they told us to wait, how long will we wait! Will maternity leave be given after my mother turns 60? Is it still possible to give birth?"

The miners laughed loudly, and then stabbed the people on the podium with sharp eyes. The man in the suit looked very embarrassed, with Hanzhu on his nose:
"As soon as possible! As soon as possible! It must be implemented! The issue of maternity leave has been put on the agenda, and I will talk to the governor of your colony about it!"

"As soon as possible? Two days? Or half a century?"

The workers have long been tired of hearing this prevarication and complained loudly: "In addition to maternity leave, there are also work-related injury compensation owed to us, subsidies for heatstroke prevention and cooling, and subsidies for heating bills?"

"It will be resolved... Don't worry, everyone..." The man in the suit unbuttoned it, obviously already sweating, and looked at the worker's representative, Patricia Lynch, for help:

"Please tell everyone that this is a proposal drafted by the Federal Human Rights Council. It has been passed by both the Senate and the House of Representatives. The demands of the workers in Pandora Colony will definitely be taken seriously..."

The voices of dissatisfaction in the audience are getting louder, but the good media is still filming non-stop, and even zoomed in on the camera and extended the pickup to pick up the subtle sounds.

The man in the suit reluctantly stepped down from the podium and waved his hand towards the media, meaning stop filming. Some people were afraid of his power and did so, and the bold ones were still filming.

"Don't join in the fun!" The mine supervisor shouted; "Work has started! If you want to deduct wages, just stay here!"

The workers entered the mine, swearing.

Worker representative Patricia Lynch looked at the man in the suit looking embarrassed, spread his hands and made a helpless expression:
"As you can see, these people have seen too many bad checks, they are tired of being cheated, and they don't ask for much. If you don't go to the club a few times, buy a few luxury cars, the money will be less. Save it."

"Haha... You really know how to joke..." The man in the suit took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"Your handkerchief is Louis Vuitton's Dionysus limited edition. If I read correctly, the tie is from George Brown, and the tie clip is from Cartier."

"Um... This is a wedding anniversary gift from my wife... You seem to know fashion well."

"No, Mr. Senator, I don't understand fashion. I used that computer and searched on the Internet. The price of these three luxury goods is enough for my son and daughter to buy a truckload of toys."

"You are so humorous, Mr. Worker Representative." The man in the suit covered his nose with a handkerchief.

"I'm not humorous. Everyone complains that I'm too serious. Sorry, the smell of sweat on my body makes you feel uncomfortable."

"Oh... no, no, I just have rhinitis... I've been working in the mine for half a day, and I'm exhausted. Look at the slag on my face, and I don't have time to wash it off."

"Sir, I have been working in this mine for many years. It must not be slag. The stain on your face is made up."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't tell me if you see the truth... Excuse me, Mr. Lynch, can you represent the opinions of the miners here? I mean, what is your reputation?"

"It's a skilled worker, a team leader with some skills. Everyone is willing to listen to what I say."

"That's good." The man in the suit took the worker representative's arm: "I said, buddy, you have seen these people too, it is completely unreasonable, I know you have received higher education and have an engineer certificate, which is different from them .”

"I didn't go to college, I was all self-taught."

"Teaching without a teacher, amazing!" The man in the suit lit a cigarette for the worker representative: "Dude, rules are dead, but people are alive. Let's find a place to talk alone later..."

"Are you trying to bribe me to be a scab?"

"Hey, don't say it so ugly, the conditions are easy to say..."

"Mr. Congressman, are you crazy? Media reporters are still filming."

"What... what?" The man in the suit turned his head and found that the camera and the microphone had almost hit his face, and immediately became furious:

"You fucker! Kid! Which newspaper? You don't want to live anymore! Don't shoot!"

(End of this chapter)