Chapter 192： 1 day of the newsboy little Kyle

The newspaper boy Kyle never thought that his favorite time-cut and pay-raise campaign would overturn the empire and overturn his job.

He lost his job!

As the origin of the time reduction and wage increase movement, Poon City, when the time reduction and wage increase movement destroyed the empire and established the British Philanthropy, Poon almost responded to the new British Philharmonic for the first time.

Sir Bryder, the owner of Kosol Shipyard, the largest shipyard in Infil, responded to the call of Infil Workers and the State for the first time.

He raised workers' salaries, cut working hours, and even organized manpower to help the Public Security Department maintain order and distribute food.

It can be said that because of the joining of Sir Bryder in Poon City, the transformation of the identities of the citizens is almost a matter of course.

It is even more hopeful for the new British Philanthropist and country.

It's just that little Kyle can't be happy.

On the second day after the time reduction and salary increase movement captured the imperial city and established the British Philharmonic and the country, he ran to the newspaper factory in the dark and waited for the freshly released newspaper in the cold wind.

Although he is not very old, he is only thirteen years old, but it is probably because he has touched the type too much.

He can be described as precocious as a teenager.

He knew that a newspaper with such a big event would surely sell well.

So he rushed over early.

However, until dawn, he did not wait to report to the factory to open the door.

Newsboys had gathered at the factory gate at this time.

It wasn't until 7 o'clock in the morning when the sun was rising high that the housekeeper came, and the newsboys knew that the newspaper factory was closed.

"The newspaper factory closed yesterday. Didn't the adults tell you? The editors of Pauli have been called up from the top, and they are all writing news on the Internet. Take a look. Everyone has the Internet. Who pays? Read the newspaper!"

The janitor summoned the virtual screen at will, and pulled it at will. In the section of the Infildi newspaper, dense news appeared.

The newsboys were dumbfounded.

They know that the Internet is not in the minority.

In fact, when waiting for the newspaper in the morning, many people opened the Internet to discuss and discuss the new British Workers and Countries.

such as:

The legendary **** descends?

Bluetooth king?

Benkeming stabbed His Majesty to death with a single knife?

……and many more.

In the eyes of newsboys, such details are far more interesting than the myths sung by the bards in the teahouse.

At least, these things are in sight, aren't they?

It's just that they didn't expect that the heroes they admired would ruin their livelihood.

"Grandpa Hogan, will the factory really not print newspapers in the future?"

"Then what shall we do?"

The newsboys yelled in disbelief.

But no matter how noisy they are, the quietly shut down printing plant is an indisputable fact.

Some newsboys could not accept this result, and remained stuck in front of the factory.

For them, they don't know what else they can do besides selling newspapers.

Some clever ones have rushed to other tabloid factories to see if they can sell them.

There is also a part who just gave up desperately and went back, wondering what to do in the future?

Little Kyle was very clever to learn that newspapers were no longer sold here, so he rushed to other newspaper factories and even several black factories to connect people without stopping.

——They will print some Moulin Rouge books, pictures of villains fighting... etc.

Little Kyle has sold some business and it’s not bad, but the risk is high. Once caught, he will not only lose money and even pay a fine.

After seeing his companion being arrested, little Kyle dared not sell it anymore.

As a result, little Kyle ran away and all newspaper factories stopped printing. As for the black factory connector, he is missing.

It was more than eight o'clock in the morning after the lap, and Kyle was extremely frustrated.

In the past, he was able to sell at least several newspapers at this time, and he should have money for breakfast.

Now he has nothing but a penny for buying the newspaper.

He wandered the streets with a dazed expression, like a walking dead.

He heard that the Poen factory has reduced hourly and raised wages, but these have nothing to do with him.

He is too small and the factory doesn't want him at all.

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.

The younger brother is still young, only seven years old.

Without the income of selling newspapers, he has no idea what else he can do in the future?

Little Kyle wandered the streets over and over again, until noon workers rushed out of the factory and the streets returned to the bustle before he regained his senses.

He took out the cost of buying the newspaper, bought half of the sliced ​​bread, and rushed home.

It's home, but it's actually 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 the disabled uncle Heller who was on the street.

It was at that time that Little Kyle learned to read with Uncle Heller, and started selling newspapers with the sixty pence that Uncle Heller financed him.

Unfortunately, last summer, Uncle Heller continued to discharge pus due to the machine's broken left leg, and finally died of 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.

He could only call the Public Security Department and dragged Uncle Heller away.

Until now I think about it, little Kyle feels guilty.

He always felt that if Uncle Heller took those sixty pence to buy medicine, he might be able to survive that summer.

It was Uncle Heller who killed him.

In desperation, little Kyle returned home.

It was accidentally discovered that a young woman was squatting in front of the door, peeling an egg while saying this to her brother.

When he looked over, she happened to pass the egg to her brother.

"who are you?"

Little Kyle rushed over frantically, pulled his younger brother behind him, and looked at the young woman warily.

He has read the newspaper. The newspaper said that some circuses would trick the children to go with them, then put the children in the jars, fix the children's bodies with the jars, and develop freaks for circus performances.

There are also some terrible vampires who will send servants to plunder the children and catch them as blood food.

These urban legends, coupled with the stray children who often disappeared around him, made Little Kyle very vigilant.

If it wasn't for his brother's slow pace, he would want to sell his newspapers and bring him with him.

"You are the brother of Carrot? Hello, my name is Joan! I am here this time and I am here to inform you to go to school as soon as possible. The school is in the church. Of course, there is now The name was changed to Hope Primary School."

The young woman squatted, smiling brightly and kindly.

When she talked about "the British Philharmonic and the country", her tone was full of pride and pride.

Her smile relaxed little Kyle's vigilance a bit.

He doesn't know if what Joan said is true or false, but even if it is true, it has nothing to do with him.

He said: "I'm sorry, we don't have money to go to school."

Joan smiled: "We don't need money, we don't charge. This education expense is paid by the British Philharmonic and the State."

Little Kyle was startled: "Is this true?"

"Of course, you see, this is an executive order signed by Mr. Benkemin himself, of course it is true."

Joan turned on the Internet and clicked on a new icon that appeared out of nowhere. The title of a document displayed on it reads "Notice on Trial Implementation of the Compulsory Education Department."

Little Kyle was completely stunned.

After a long time, he said, "Ma'am, I will send my brother back later, thank you for coming to inform."

He decided to go back and ask someone to ask.

If it is true, he will send his brother over, which is better than staying at home.

In fact, he also wanted to send his younger brother to the church for trusteeship before.

It is a pity that pastors only need clean and decent workers' children, and will not accept them as wandering children without parents.

"If I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't be older? Let me guess, are you ten years old?"

Joan smiled, she was surprised by the little Kyle's pop.

"I'm thirteen years old, ma'am!"

"Really? I really can't tell from the outside Joan is more surprised, the black and thin boy in front of her, she guessed that she was ten years old and tried her best to guess.

In fact, in her opinion, Kyle is eight or nine years old at most.

"Although you are a little older, according to the regulations, you can still enroll for free. In the afternoon, you can bring your brother with you!" Qiong said.

"No madam, I still have to make money."

"Your parents..." Joan closed her mouth before she finished speaking. She looked at the timid brother behind Kyle and the house built with a few pieces of wood and weeds, and she had already guessed something.

In the sad gaze of Little Kyle, she smiled and said: “It’s okay. The school provides free breakfast, lunch and dinner. Let’s go together! If you are really thirteen years old, I can help you apply for a work-study program. The minimum wage in Japan is at least 70 pence a week."

"Seventy pence?! Didn't you lie to me?"

Little Kyle's eyes lit up suddenly.

This is a salary that he won't necessarily earn after selling newspapers for a week.

"Of course, this is the law!" Qiong looked proud: "If you don't believe me, you can open the Gongheguo official website and check the minimum salary law."

When Joan said this, he also called up the "Minimum Wage Law" on the virtual screen.

Little Kyle looked at the document blankly, and for a long time he muttered: "The British Empire...why did it give us school for free? Give us food?"

"Sir, I have to correct your mistake. It is not the British Empire, but the British Workers and Nations! As for why?" Joan said seriously: "Because under the leadership of the banner of Archid, we workers Has turned over to become the master of the country."