The little brother turned his head and said to the hammer with a bitter face, "The mayor … please let me continue to do it. My son was just born and my mother is old. It depends on me alone …"

"Make it up, you continue to make it up for me". "Don’t you know you when you are old?" Single or always take you out of prison? "
"Hey?" The little brother is stunned. "Do you remember me?"
"nonsense"
"That’s right. I don’t care. I didn’t make a mistake. Why don’t you let me do it? Just listen to this idiot? "
"They also said they wanted blood to wake you stupid bastards."
"He’s just fucking stupid. I used to work outside for an hour, and it was only six dollars. This hour is almost thirty. Yesterday, the supervisor said that it would be an hour and thirty-five after three months of work. This is stupid." The little brother wiped his forehead sweat. "If it weren’t for the idiot in charge who came to catch up with people every day, I would be sorry if I didn’t work for sixteen fucking hours. I didn’t tell you not to delay me to make money. I told a Silla girl that she would marry me if she had enough."
With that, he ran off the car, rumbled on the motor, spat in front of Carl, and then went on with his own business.
And being beaten up, Carl got up from the ground with a nosebleed and muttered to himself, "How did this happen …"
A hammer stand hand "you may not believe this, didn’t you say you visited?" You choose the place and you investigate. "
Carl wiped his nose and didn’t lose his face. Then he went straight to the heaviest food processing factory, but he was just about to take the door and was kicked over by Hammer who just went out. "Don’t you know the rules?" Who told you to wear it often? "
Although Hammer is a girl, she is a super soldier, but she is also a super soldier with a high rank. Although the foot is not too heavy, on the whole, it is not ordinary people who can eat steadily and get beaten up. Carl rolled up in pain after being kicked over by this foot.
"Your hands are too hard."
The hammer leaned against a tree and looked at Hammer’s joy. When Hammer found out that the hammer was coming, his expression instantly changed from fierce to gentle and lovely, and his hands were twisted together. Nuo Nuo said, "That … I …"
"Ah? I’m not used to this sudden change. "Ding Hammer went over and slapped her ass." This guy is coming to investigate the oppression of our workers. "
"Do you want to kill him?" Hammer’s eyes suddenly changed, and Carl stared at the ground as if he were staring at a corpse.
The hammer is stretched out his hand and pinched her waist for two times. "Little girl is not good at fighting and killing. Give him a suit to let him in."
I didn’t expect Carl to be so indomitable. He was beaten to the ground, but he still insisted on changing his clothes and limping into the food processing factory.
But there are too many rules here. You can’t touch here, you can’t go in there, you can’t watch the workers busy making all kinds of food, and the only one who can get into the car has a packaging car.
Relatively speaking, because the food processing factory is the most nervous place, the workers here have the largest amount of labor, and most of them are female workers. They put the really pressed food in the box in front of their desks skillfully, intently and quickly, and they didn’t even find that someone had entered here next to them.
Seeing these people tired, Carl suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He went to a female worker and pulled out a small one from his pocket and asked, "Have you ever been oppressed here?" For example, forced labor is overloaded. "
That woman is about forty years old. Judging from the color of her eyes, she should be a Silla. She glanced back at Carl and didn’t notice that Hammer and Ding Hammer were behind her. This strange guy with a strange accent was sent by Ding Hammer to do the investigation. She has no taboos, and Silla people are particularly enthusiastic about men, women and children. "Of course, they are forced to work every day for more than ten hours."
When Carl heard this cold hum, he glanced back at the hammer and continued to ask, "Are you going to get out of this life?"
"And then? Go hunting? Hiding in Tibet? Not enough to eat? " The woman gave Carl a look. "You have a bad head."
"But you are forced to work, and you have no vacation and no living security. Can you live like this?"
"Who said that life is not guaranteed? My son is studying, I have a house to live in, I have food to eat every day, and I have a salary every month. What should I do if I don’t do this? Your mind is still clear, right? "
"I … but …"
Carl immediately turned around and asked a lot of people, and the answers were all the same. Silla people have been wandering for many years, and most of them don’t have a skill. Compared with the original nomadic life, isn’t it what they dreamed of today? Carl now asks this kind of question, and it is already a great leap in the quality of Silla people without beating him.
And hiding in the lounge, Dinghammer and Hammer have already laughed into a ball, because at the beginning of the establishment of various systems at that time, the welfare benefits here were very high, and the salary was definitely enough to make the people drool. These workers are all rushing to work, unless they are seriously ill, who will rest with them, but they will criticize …
Sokal’s theory of oppression for granted simply doesn’t hold water. You know, hammer base invested all the money he earned in industry and people’s livelihood, and after continuous production, all kinds of high value-added things came out again. For Ding Hammer, the money was waste paper, and he also earned a fart. Although he was an agent for the time being, he was a local tyrant at this stage and he didn’t know what the money was.
The exploitation has no influence on the hammer, and there is a hard rule that beggars are absolutely not allowed to be arrested and sent to Violet Prison if they have no working ability, financial allocation and working ability. If the rest of them want to work, they must live a good life, and the wages of ordinary workers are higher than those of office workers. The higher the wages of senior skilled workers, the more terrible it is. Because of this, those technicians who are not paid attention to in China try to drill in this place, and it is even more terrible that it is normal to hold an evening school foundation at night, just like a star concert. The classroom is full of 50 people and crowded with more than 100 people.
After eating and holding back, Carl walked out with his head down and muttered, "How did this happen … how did this happen …"
"Can you die now?" Fixed hammer cold hum a "pack what JB hot-blooded high-end old although I haven’t read much, I haven’t eaten pork and I haven’t fucking seen pigs run?" You were playing mud in the northeast when you were old enough to know Marx. "
"Do you know me?" Carl was surprised. "But I have no image of you."
"Always know that Marx is a fucking god, and you are an idiot." The hammer took a bite. "Are you a bitch who sends her hair indiscriminately when you see people? Then prepare to turn against the old man? "
"I want to inspire their blood."
Dinghammer shrugged. "Will you do it with me?"
"Hey, hey, why do you want everyone?" I didn’t speak all the way, and finally I was dissatisfied. "What are you doing here, this kind of waste?"
Fixed hammer hey hey a happy twist a head to Samuel said, "let’s lack a political commissar"
Chapter 11 Multiple Linkages
"This weapon was made in the seventh district?"
Kano War Machinery Company, Pitt Heavy Industry Group and Judy Special Equipment Company exchanged views in the mid-year meeting. Kano, the BOSS of Kano War Machinery, took a hammer short blade and let it go, weighing it and jokingly looking at his two classmates.
"Look at this blade, look at this polishing process, and look at its additional characteristics. At first glance, it’s true that our beloved teacher is alive again." Peter held a glass of fixed hammer to produce Silla wine. "No one thought that such good wine was produced in the same place as this weapon."
Judy sat in a cold chair and rubbed her forehead gently. "Aren’t you going to investigate the seventh district?"
"Brother, shouldn’t you set an example?" Cano stabbed the sharp knife into the wall. "What’s the good intention of this level of weapons?"
"But do you know who else can come up with this idea except the old man?" Pete smiled gently. "Which one of you wants us to respect Master and come back to life again?"
Judy looked up. "Since you’re not going there, I’ll find someone to go."
"It seems that this senior is really anxious."
"I’m sure he takes the most of the old man’s legacy and design drawings, and he’s afraid." Cano rubbed his arms with his hands. "The thought of the old man’s party appearing at the bedside makes the whole person tremble."