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Chapter 124 - 0124 Fate makes faces at you and pulls a piece of shit out of his pants and throws it at you

  Lynch was once again the subject of a front-page story, a rare honor for the average person; a few people get the chance to be featured in the local paper for their "obituary" after they die, while the vast majority of people never get the chance to be featured in the paper in their entire lives.

  It's funny how the value of a life can be so heavy sometimes, but not as heavy as a newspaper, or maybe it's just the truth.

  From the formulation of a policy to its passage, it does not take time to pass it just because everyone thinks it is OK. It takes time, and it is necessary to take care of all aspects of the community.

  It takes time and takes care of all aspects of society. Starting from "airing", the public will gradually learn about this matter and this policy, and then step by step, with continuous reports, the public will go from curiosity to acceptance to acceptance, so that no one will think that this policy is so bad.

  Even if someone doesn't like it, they just don't like it, they don't express their objections as strongly as if they've been violated - the first time they're violated everyone is angry, their emotions are strong, but after a few times it doesn't matter.

  That's why the newspapers are massively covering Lynch's second-hand goods trading auction thing, to normalize it and grow acceptance of it among those who might not like it.

  The newspapers constantly claimed that it was a policy that gave great help and benefits to the people, and that Lynch, a local businessman, was willing to take up the responsibility, that he would not only sell second-hand goods at relatively reasonable prices, but also recycle a portion of the society's unused goods, so that these were not useful to some people to be transferred to the hands of those who needed them.

  Spend less money, do less work, that's what the newspapers are advocating, and some of the public is really interested in it.

  Not only were the Sabine papers saying this, but the papers in some of the other major cities in the state were starting to get the ball rolling, while some of the ad space Lynch had purchased was starting to run ads for recycled used goods.

  After a certain amount of time, the Economic Trading Company would gradually set up branches all over the state and start recycling goods.

  This gave many families a sense of hope that some of the worthless goods they had spent impulsively in the past would have a chance to be turned back into money, money that would last them a little while longer during the economic downturn, which made them all the more eager for the Star Trading Corporation to be set up locally without a hitch.

  The newspaper was seen by many, many people, so many that an "old woman" also saw the newspaper.

  This "old woman" looked to be in her fifties, but in reality she was only in her forties.

  A woman from an ordinary family background could never compare herself to the ladies of the upper class, who could not afford to take care of their skin and body to look younger.

  The burden of life and the triviality of life has long made this woman become numb, sometimes this numbness in the eyes of others, more like a kind of indifferent cold-blooded.

  At this time, she looked at the photo of the young and handsome, spirited Lynch, for the first time in her heart, she had remorse, she broke up the love between her daughter and this handsome young man, if she waited ... more

  She looked up to the other side of the table also gradually have a little by the erosion of life has become a little numb daughter, as if she saw twenty years ago, and then she put down the newspaper in silence.

  Both mother and daughter did not speak, but their gazes coincidentally rested on the face of the handsome young man in the newspaper, they both know him, Lynch.

  A few minutes later, heavy footsteps sounded, and a stout middle-aged man yawned as he walked out of the room, scratching his knotted hair and muttering that he was going to get a bald haircut, otherwise he wouldn't have the time to take care of his hair every day.

  A lot of people's ordinary families would have some people like this, they were busy every day, so busy that they might not even be able to take care of themselves for a little while, yet they were idle enough that they could cuddle up with cheap food and lie motionless in the sofa for hours at a time, giggling in front of the flickering TV screen.

  The old woman rose and hastened to bring the middle-aged man his breakfast, a plate of minced meat cubes with a slightly curdled egg on top.

  Catherine had inherited her cooking skills from her mother, but a little better.

  The middle-aged man nodded his head quite full of meaning, a sickening stench spreading around the table the moment he opened his mouth after a night of fermentation.

  But he didn't notice it himself, instead he happily began to enjoy a hearty breakfast.

  Breakfast with some added meat and eggs would keep one's spirits high throughout the day and boost one's stamina.

  Most ordinary families would have such a breakfast that would be piled high with meat.

  The people who get to enjoy this kind of breakfast are often the breadwinners of a family as well, and most of their jobs are based on heavy manual labor, and they need this.

  Sometimes people blindly follow the so-called "high society life", they say they want to eat more vegetables, to maintain a healthier lifestyle.

  But they always ignore the huge gap between the upper class and the lower class. At least those who say that don't tell people that upper class people don't need to do heavy work.

  Neither will they tell the people that upper class people work for two or three hours a day, and spend the rest of their time socializing and entertaining, and that they don't need to eat too much or too full because they can get supplements whenever and wherever they need them.

  No one says this, those people will only tell everyone to eat less, eat delicately, and don t eat meat ....

  The middle-aged man quickly eliminated the chunks of meat and eggs on his plate, and he tore up a dinner bag, wiping the egg, gravy, and animal fat from the plate with it before stuffing it into his mouth.

  When he finished his meal, his dinner plate was cleaner than it had been washed, and no trace of food residue could be found on it.

  After finishing his meal, the middle-aged man looked glanced at the uninteresting newspaper and patted his stomach as he headed off to work, another day no different from all the usual ones.

  The atmosphere in the room seemed to relax slightly after the sound of the door being opened and then closed heavily.

  "I ...", the woman wanted to say something, but in the end nothing could be said.

  This kind of thing was beyond anyone's guess, a brat who didn't even have a job and was wandering around the streets all day could turn around and become a favorite sought after by the news, who could have imagined that?

  She never felt that she had done wrong until she saw this newspaper, she just wanted to bring her fantasy-filled daughter back to real life, not to end up paying for her childish fantasies because of her lack of experience.

  She had even given her some time to feel the heaviness of life, but reality had played a joke on her, and her.

  Catherine stood up with a blank face as she gathered up the dinner plates and cutlery that her father had used and took them to the sink to start washing them.

  There was never any remorse, happiness, or any other kind of expression on her face, it was like it was a normal day, so normal that she didn't even know it was happening.

  Looking at her daughter's silent back, the woman was truly a little regretful, but she couldn't do anything about it, nor could she.

  At nine in the morning, Catherine arrived at her new place of work carrying a bag with personal items that sold for no more than five dollars.

  After her mother had gotten her back, she'd switched places and worked at a new superstore that had opened not far from her home.

  Since the beginning of the recession, people seem to have missed the fact that more and more super malls are replacing small integrated markets, and that it is getting harder and harder for the wandering individual vendors to operate, and that they are no match for these super malls, so much so that it is forcing them to switch to other businesses.

  At the same time, people are more inclined to shop at places like supermarket superstores, where things are cheaper and there are often promotions, which is a terrible attraction to families that are already less affluent.

  Catherine had experience working in a supermarket, so she easily got a job here, a job as a cashier, which was pretty much the same as her job in the supermarket.

  The only difference was that before she had to stand, now she was able to sit down.

  After changing into a different set of clothes, she went to her workstation and sat down, it was a separate small counter, there were many small counters like this one, spread throughout every corner of the super mall.

  From the time the mall opened, there were many people coming in, and she went to work, checking bills, making change, and signing tickets. ...

  During the lunch break, Catherine was approached by an ordinary young man with hope and enthusiasm on his face, a young man, but not young, he was twenty-eight years old, which was what Catherine's mother considered to be a suitable life partner.

  The young man's condition was not bad for this time and age, in the group of ordinary people, he had his own separate house and didn't need to live with his parents when he got married.

  He also works in this super market and is an accountant with a good salary.

  It's not for nothing that he hasn't married till now, the first reason he is a bit short, not even five feet, but he says so himself.

  Secondly he stammers when he's in a hurry, especially when dealing with the opposite sex, which still makes it hard for him to find a suitable match even though he has a fairly good offer.

  This time, his target is Catherine, he doesn't care about Catherine's past, who can't have a past?

  And for a pretty girl like Catherine, if you count their previous life, you probably shouldn't expect to get married to a pretty girl in this life, this young man thought about it very well.

  What's more, Catherine was only twenty years old this year, even if she had some past, it wouldn't last too long, it was just the process of a person's maturity, it couldn't even be considered as an experience.

  The young man held a rose in his hand and surrounded Catherine, who treated him with some indifference, but he didn't count it that much.

  He believes that he will one day be able to impress this girl, and he also has Catherine's mother as a "partner", to impress this beautiful girl is only a matter of time.