Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World Chapter 192: One day of the newsboy Kyle

Kyle, the newsboy, never thought that his favorite time-cut and pay-raise campaign would overturn the empire and overturn his job.

He is unemployed!

Pune, the origin of the time-reduction and wage increase movement, when the time-reduction and wage increase movement destroyed the empire and established the British Philistines and the country, the city of Punn almost responded to the newly born British Phil.

Sir Barrett, the owner of the Kosol Shipyard, the largest shipyard in Infil, was the first to respond to the call of Infil Workers and Nations.

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 in Poon City, with the addition of Sir Bryder, the conversion of the identities of the citizens is almost a matter of course.

I have more expectations for the freshman British Philanthropy and the country.

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

On the second day after the time reduction and wage increase campaign captured the imperial city and established the British Philharmonic and the country, he ran to the newspaper factory in the dark, waiting 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 more typefaces.

He can be described as precocious as a teenager.

He knows that a newspaper with such a big incident must be very popular.

So he rushed over early.

However, until dawn, he didn't wait to report to the factory to open the door.

At this time, newsboys gathered at the entrance of the factory.

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? Pauli’s editors have been recruited from above. They are all writing news on the Internet. Take a look, everyone has the Internet. , Who still reads the newspaper!"

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

The newsboys are dumbfounded.

They know that the Internet is not in the minority.

Actually, when waiting for the newspapers in the morning, many people opened the Internet and talked about the new British Philanthropy and the country.

For example:

The legendary **** descends?

The Bluetooth king?

Ben Keming stabbed the emperor to death?

...Wait.

In the eyes of newsboys, details like these are far more interesting than the myths sung by bards in tea houses.

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 not print newspapers anymore?"

"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 were unable to 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 still a part who just gave up the desperate and went back, don't know 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 a few black factory contacts 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 very high. Once caught, he will not only lose money and even pay a fine.

Little Kyle dared not sell anymore after seeing his companions being arrested.

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

It's been more than eight o'clock in the morning after a lap, and Kyle is extremely depressed.

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

Now he doesn't have a penny in his money except for the capital to buy the newspaper.

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

He heard that the Poon 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.

My brother is still young, only seven years old.

Without the income from selling newspapers, he doesn't know what else he can do in the future?

Little Kyle wandered the streets over and over again. It was not until noon that the workers rushed out of the factory and the streets returned to the hustle and bustle.

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

That said it was home, but it was actually a dilapidated shed.

After his father died, the rented house was taken away by the landlord.

Now this old shed is shared with them by the disabled Uncle Heller, who is on the street.

It was at that time that Little Kyle learned to read with Uncle Heller, and took the sixty pence that Uncle Heller funded to him, and began his career as a newspaper seller.

Unfortunately, last summer, Uncle Heller continued to discharge pus from the left leg that was crushed by the machine, and finally he died of pain after two days and nights of howling.

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 thinking about it, little Kyle felt guilty.

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

It was Uncle Heller who killed him.

In desperation, little Kyle returns home.

Unexpectedly, it was discovered that a young woman was squatting in front of the door, talking to her brother while peeling an egg.

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

"Who are you?"

Little Kyle rushed over frantically, pulled his 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, and then put the children in a jar, fix the child's body with the jar, and develop a freak for circus performances.

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

These urban legends, coupled with the stray children who are often missing around him, have made Kyle very vigilant.

If it wasn't for his brother's slow pace, he would have liked to sell his brother with him.

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

The young woman squatted, smiling brightly and kindly.

When she talked about "Infel, workers and country", her tone was full of pride and pride.

Her smile made little Kyle relax his 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 laughed: "We don't want money, we don't charge. This education expense is paid by the British Philanthropy and the State."

Little Kyle was shocked: "Is this true?"

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

Joan opened 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: "Madam, I will send my brother back later, thank you for coming and letting me know."

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's a pity that pastors only need clean and decent workers' children, and they won't accept them as wandering children without parents.

"If I read it right, 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 am thirteen years old, madam!"

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

Actually, in her opinion, little Kyle looks like 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 way, ma'am, 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. She had guessed it. what.

In the sad eyes 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. , According to the national minimum wage law, at least 70 pence a week."

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

Little Kyle's eyes lit up suddenly.

This is the salary he can make after selling newspapers for a week.

"Of course, this is a legal requirement!" Joan 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 Act" on the virtual screen.

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

"Sir, I have to correct your mistake. It's not the British Empire, but the British Empire Workers and Country! Why did you do this?" Joan said seriously: "Because under the banner of Archid , Our workers have turned themselves into masters of the country."