Blackstone Code Chapter 69: Lynch, who shines like the sun

The newsboys who stopped Lynch found out after killing the masthead that their miserable days would not be changed by the disappearance of an oppressor who exploited them.

Many people always say that the pain of life is that there is a stone on the top of the head. As long as the stone is removed, life will be better. They even deliberately tell everyone in a bewitching tone, Those who exploited them were the ones who paid them salaries and gave them money to support their families.

Maybe it is, but not quite.

The masthead is dead, and the children's situation has not gotten better, because the real oppression and exploitation of them is not the masthead, but the society whose core is interests.

The disappearance of the masthead may even make life a little more difficult for these children. Without the masthead's social connections, without his deterrence from outsiders, the children would not be able to enjoy the masthead they used to be able to get their hands on. Children appear to be nothing special, or even a resource for the source of their suffering.

They can't buy newspapers. In this era when print media still firmly occupy the main media channels, newspapers do not worry about the sales of newspapers at all, and they can basically sell out every day they print, which means that there will be some market vacancies.

When the masthead disappears, other mastheads will want to swallow this share, and they will take the masthead share to squeeze the masthead's territory and market. Under the collusion of interests that the children do not understand, the newspaper is sold to other headers.

Some newsboys they hadn't seen before also started appearing around here, waving freshly-baked newspapers with a strong ink smell and taking pay after pay from other people's pockets, which should have belonged to them reward.

Not only that, the scrap recycling station has a good relationship with the masthead for various reasons. Now that the masthead has disappeared, they have begun to recklessly drive down the scrap recycling price to make more profits for themselves.

Anyway, these children can't fight against them. They can enjoy the money they squeezed without any worries.

Children always think that the masthead is the source of their nightmares, but at this moment they realize that their understanding of this society is really superficial.

The masthead leaves enough money to last them for a while, but if they can't find new income, that money will quickly burn through.

Several older children thought it couldn't go on like this. Once they couldn't give money to their parents or to the orphanage, they would be taken away, scattered, and sent to other places to continue to be oppressed and exploited.

Therefore, they must stand up and need to have income. They have resisted their fate and successfully overturned a stone. Then they will continue to fight, and one day they will be able to clear the thick dark clouds and see the blue sky.

They found Lynch, perhaps the easiest way they could think of at the moment.

Lynch looked at the two children and shook his head slightly, "Sorry, I no longer do this kind of business..."

As a large number of financial companies and laundries were seized, more and more people realized that someone might manipulate coins, and the coin exchange business had just reached its peak and then fell into a trough.

And with the bank's opening large cash withdrawal certificate, Mr. Fox doesn't need to use this backward method to make his money look more legitimate.

Although the two children wanted to show...the situation was calm, the uncontrollable disappointment on their faces still showed.

The older children couldn't help but ask again, "Mr. Lynch, you are a good person, is there anything we can do?"

He was afraid that Lynch would say no, and then added, "We can pay less than ordinary workers, as long as we have food and a little pocket money, we don't have too many requirements."

Look, the reality is so ironic. After they removed the stone, they recognized the reality, and now they are looking for another stone that looks more suitable for them, and plan to press it on their own.

The corner of Lynch's mouth twitched slightly. Every time he smiled, he was at his kindest. A smile was a language that spanned race, gender, age, education and understanding. Its affinity could ease Anxiety can also be a bridge between strangers.

"I do have some work to do, but..." His smile became more kind, "...I know your boss, the masthead. If you need a job, you can ask him to come. Talk to me, it will be better."

"I know you guys are employed by him and he might be rude to you if we talk past him about these things, I don't want to see anyone get hurt in this!"

Listen, listen!

The benevolent and kind-hearted Lynch is really a kind-hearted person. Everyone's malicious view of him is just because they don't know him well. His serious expression makes the expressions of older children a little stiff.

Everyone knows, including Lynch, that the masthead is dead. He was stabbed to death on the road out of the city by these big boys that night, but he is still emphasizing this thing he clearly knows, His purpose is also fairly simple, to make these children realize that before they have equal access to adults, they must have a bridge.

The bridge used to be the masthead, and now they're missing, and they'll have to find one back, unless they can take on that role themselves, or give something.

The younger children haven't reacted when they see the "elder brother" around him. Even though he is mature enough to be called a "little adult" in the eyes of most people, he is still a child.

A child's prematurely ripened mind can never be compared to an adult who is quick-witted and good at summarizing, so the child said something that shouldn't have been said.

"The header? He's gone!"

The older child suddenly looked surprised. He grabbed the younger child and bowed to Lynch while pressing his hat and said goodbye, "Mr. Lynch, we took up your precious time, I'm very sorry. ..."

He was about to leave here with the younger kid who had realized that he had said something wrong. Except for the older kids who knew about the death of the masthead, not even the kids in the dormitory knew about it. is a secret.

A secret that belongs only to their older children!

The federal government does have juvenile protection laws, but these laws protect the legitimate rights and interests of innocent, normal, and ordinary minors.

For juveniles who commit crimes, especially juvenile criminals in vicious cases such as homicide, the law has never advocated protecting them, and even more consideration will be given to sentencing.

If the sentence is too light, it will give these children a misunderstanding that "even if someone else's life is taken away, there will be no serious consequences". If the sentence is too heavy, it will make them hate ~IndoMTL.com~ distorted psychology To hate the whole society, the serving of sentences for juvenile criminals is often very complicated, and needs to be supplemented by a psychiatrist. It is more like a process of going to jail.

People often praise those juvenile criminals who are like dementia, numbly answering the standard answers that people need, and the great Commonwealth has once again won the humanitarian war.

Well, let's go, the two children were just about to leave when Lynch grabbed them.

"Not anymore?", he raised his eyebrows, "Did he run away, Michael has been sentenced, he shouldn't run."

This sudden step made both children stunned for a moment. Lynch even helped them find ways and excuses to cover up. The two children who knew the secret but thought Lynch didn't know the secret suddenly had an idea— - I'm afraid this person is not a fool.

But just as they walked down this step, the younger kid who knew he had made a mistake closed his mouth, and the older kid nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, our boss has run away. ..."

Running away is a street slang, which is very suitable for the environment this child has been exposed to. Lynch nodded with satisfaction, "It doesn't look like you are having a good time now?"

The eldest child nodded again and again, "Yes, sir, we are having a hard time!"

The kind and amiable Mr. Lynch breathed a sigh of relief, "I like children and have a kind heart. I have a job here, maybe you will like it." He seemed to have forgotten that he was only twenty. only age.

However, his appearance is more mature now. It's not too much to say that he is twenty-four or five years old. When people in twenty-four or five years old look at these children, aren't they just children?

"Your kindness shines on people like the sun!"