Before I had the chance to enjoy the freedom of the Federation, I was already out of work.
Perhaps this unemployment is a good thing for these young people, as it tells them a truth.
Even if they can endure exploitation and oppression, fate will still not be kind to them.
It's just because they stand at the bottom of this world and have no resistance to the power from above.
When a person has no ability to resist against plunder, others will not sympathize with your plight but will only join the plundering team.
Ethan wanted to argue with the manager, but Erwin grabbed his clothes tightly, stared at him with a fierce look that he had never shown before, and shook his head slowly, telling him not to do that.
If they offended the workers, who actually belonged to the same class as them, the most they would do was to cause some trouble or call the police.
There are a large number of cases in this city every year, and the police will not waste their limited police force on such trivial matters.
They are crazy to spend tens or even hundreds of dollars of police force to deal with worthless cases!
But if you offend the management, even if it is just a low-level cadre, the outcome will be different.
Erwin walked to the front and said, "Sir, after this storm is over..."
The manager looked at Erwin for a moment, then nodded, "Of course, you are always welcome here."
"Erwin, you are a smart man, so I will tell you more."
"You see, we can't leave you here, so I don't think this storm will last too long. You just need to hide for the time being."
Erwin forced out an awkward smile, "Then our...salary during this period."
The manager pretended not to hear him and continued to say what he wanted to say, "The company will not shut down the dock, and the same goes for the city hall. You just need to be prepared to come back to work at any time and wait for our call..."
In this relatively gentle way, he told Alvin that there was no hope for money.
Half a month's income for several thousand people is not a small amount for a management company.
And it was reasonable and legal for them not to pay this part of the income, because these people were all illegal immigrants.
The manager raised his hand as if he wanted to pat Erwin on the shoulder, but looking at the shoulder that was obviously covered with dust, he withdrew his hand and said, "Good luck, Erwin."
As for other people, he didn't even take them seriously.
The friends were a little angry but helpless. Although they had not completely understood the social hierarchy mechanism of the Federation during this month, they had gained some understanding.
"What should we do now?" a friend asked.
Erwin pulled a strand of hair down and ran it through his hands. "Go find Lance. Maybe he has some good ideas."
The main gate of the dock has been surrounded by a group of demonstrators. Some young people seem to be in an unstable mood and they keep hitting the railings and gates with sticks in their hands.
The police not far away seemed not to notice their violent behaviour at the moment. They were holding donuts and coffee, half sitting on the front of the car, chatting and enjoying the food.
Perhaps because Erwin's group had the largest number of people, these demonstrators seemed to have discovered a new continent, and several young leaders looked in Erwin's direction.
Soon most of the group of about thirty or forty people came towards them with sticks.
The friends had never experienced such a situation and were a little overwhelmed. Alvin looked at the police over there and saw that they didn't seem to intend to care about what was happening here. He pushed Ethan and Mello hard, shouted "Run", and ran into the dock.
They are very familiar with this place and know where people can hide and where they cannot hide.
The police outside still had no idea of what to do. They were still eating their cloyingly sweet donuts and drinking their cloyingly sweet coffee.
The director said that appropriately venting some emotions will only bring positive effects.
As long as no one was killed... no, in this incident which could already be called a "storm", even if a few people died, it wouldn't be a big deal.
There are always some people who are different from normal people, or the social sentiment at this time is amplified by some politicians and capitalists, affecting more people.
Some locals who were not there for the demonstration also rashly joined this "carnival" that seemed to be a crackdown on illegal immigrants.
This continued until after 2:00 p.m., when the terminal management company felt that everyone's emotions had been vented enough, so they called the LOS Police Station.
Then a large number of police cars roared in, and a large number of police officers armed with rattan shields and rubber batons began to enter the dock. They pressed those who were attacking illegal immigrants to the ground and handcuffed them.
They ignored the illegal immigrants who were lying in a pool of blood or were already injured.
It seems that they are enforcing the law impartially, but this justice always has a stench of rotten salted fish.
Erwin and his group were lucky. After all, they were a large group, and they tried to resist after being beaten.
They would hug their attackers instead of attacking them and causing them to get hurt.
In this way, they minimized the damage, but several people were beaten and bleeding.
These young people, their faces covered in blood, showed expressions of fear and shock. Not long ago, they talked about their longing for a better future, but all of it was almost lost in this battle.
The mayor made an urgent speech, asking all police officers in the city to patrol the streets and prohibit this development trend that could continue to expand. Those who smash, loot, burn and resist arrest can be shot.
The gunfire continued intermittently throughout the afternoon, and only gradually stopped around seven o'clock.
Lance was cleaning the bakery absentmindedly. The fat boss came back with a truck and piled a lot of things into the warehouse.
Because some unimaginable things happened in the city today, after seven o'clock, the fat boss asked Lance to turn over the "Open" sign.
He is doing the final cleaning and will close the store when he is done.
At this moment, the bell at the door rang loudly, "Sorry, we are closed."
Lance mopped the floor without even looking up, but the visitor didn't seem to plan on leaving. Instead, he asked, "Where's Mr. Johnny?"
Lance then stopped what he was doing, stood up with the mop, and looked at the person who came.
A young woman, about thirty-four or thirty-five, wearing a half-length round-necked top that was obviously a bit outdated and a burgundy long skirt.
Although her clothes are not fashionable enough, her looks and figure add a lot to her appearance.
There is a kind of beauty that is not on the same track as "fashion".
"He's in the back, do you need me to call him?"
The little woman nodded, and Lance ran to the back window and shouted through the window to the warehouse, "Boss, someone is looking for you."
"Who's looking for me?" Johnny came out with the account book in his hand. When he saw the little woman, he frowned slightly.
Without waiting for him to say anything, the young woman walked over and pulled him into the lounge, then closed the door.
Looking at the locked door, Lance curled his lips and said, "What a lucky guy."
This wasn't Johnny's ex-wife or current wife; he had never remarried after his divorce, and he had never met this woman.
When he was about to continue working, he unexpectedly found that the apprentice was standing at the door, looking at the closed door with hurt and hatred in his eyes.
Both of his fists were clenched so tightly that they turned white.
Lance walked over and nudged him with his elbow, "Do you know him?"
The apprentice turned to glare at Lance and spoke rather aggressively, "You better stay out of my fucking business!"
Lance retorted, "That's your mother?"
The apprentice glared at him fiercely, his eyes turning red, and turned back to the back hall. Only then did Lance realize that this was truly fucking terrible.
There was a lot of noise in the room, and Johnny didn't seem to care at all that there were people outside. He was tormenting the little woman, and one could even hear her begging for mercy from outside.
Lance felt that the apprentice must have heard it as well. The bakery was very quiet at the moment and any sound could be heard, not to mention that the door was not very soundproof.
The whole process lasted about fifteen minutes before Johnny walked out satisfied, "This is the last time!"
He said to the little woman in a threatening tone, "For your sake."
The pale little woman straightened her skirt, covered her face and quickly left the bakery. Lance walked to the door and mopped up the things left on the floor.
The fat boss glanced at him and said, "Be careful. If I find any spots on the floor that haven't been mopped clean, you'll have to go hungry again tonight!"
Then he went back to the warehouse. A lot of things had been added today, so he had to take inventory.
After finishing his work, Lance came to the back hall. The apprentice stood in front of the chopping board, rubbing his hands constantly.
He walked up to the other person, leaned against the chopping board and looked at him, "Chat for a while?"
The apprentice said nothing.
Just when Lance was trying to find a way to talk to him, someone else pushed the door in, and he had to temporarily give up the opportunity to continue communicating with the apprentice.
When he entered the hall, he found that the person who came was Erwin, and his head was covered in blood.
The blood was stuck to his hair, and although his face had been cleaned, many marks were still left.
His expression became serious, and he quickly walked over to check, "Who hit you?"
Erwin felt his nose getting a little sour. "It's not important, Lance. There was a conflict at the dock this afternoon. We were beaten at that time."
"I hid until just now and ran out in the dark. There were a few other people who were similar to me."
"We have been temporarily expelled..