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Admissor didn't want to go out today no matter what.

"Fate tells me that it is not appropriate to go out today." He closed his eyes and firmly shook his head at the person outside the door. "Please let me rest for a day. I want to write a letter to Mrs. Norma."

"Okay then, you write the application and I'll forward it to Miss Maria."

Sean scratched his head of blue hair and actually pulled out a pink bow. When he thought that it was already noon and he had been hanging around with a bow on his head all morning, this 1.8 meter tall man couldn't help but

The old face turned red.

While he was thinking that his little daughter must be using his own hair to practice with the doll while he was not paying attention, he carefully smoothed out the wrinkles and put it in his pocket: "Today we are going to expand our processing plant. It's all physical work. You...

Those with small arms and legs really can’t help much. There are many people and many eyes, and that guy Gavin said it’s not easy to work with living corpses during the day, so he asked me to come over, and he would bring his subordinates to help at night.”

"I've already written it." Admissor took out a note from the language textbook and handed it to Sean, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Your destiny is really magical." The Wind Blessed One marveled, "Can you have a premonition of when I will win the lottery?"

"I'm not good enough yet." Admissor said honestly, "You don't seem to have much luck lately."

"Ha! You kid!" Before being frightened, Admissor quickly closed the door. Sean stood outside the door and cursed angrily and funny, and then walked away muttering.

At this time, Maria was in the processing factory. Bag after bag of coarse bread was shipped from her bakery, as a lunch to reward the employees for their hard work for a month. The usual work meals are the most common ones that cannot be eaten without water.

Brown bread. There are several lathes and workbenches used for grinding metal in the two workshops. There is a strong smell of kerosene everywhere. In the corner are unopened boxes and parts to be processed today.

After being processed by workers, the semi-finished products will be sent to other factories with long-term cooperation. The monthly orders are enough to pay the employees a weekly salary of more than half a pound. The men, women and children in the factory wear burqas to isolate oil stains and take off their clothes.

Wearing rough thick gloves, we wolfed down the bread for lunch today with the self-serve tea in the big bucket. People were walking or sitting, talking and laughing loudly, and it seemed lively and full of vitality.

After eating, they will go to the two newly rented factory buildings to clean up debris and arrange the workshop. The entire factory will be doubled in size.

The expansion of the factory means more job opportunities, more orders and more stable wages, so everyone is smiling, looking forward to a better life in the future, and even dare to quietly imagine a weekly salary of 1 pound.

Therefore, the processing factory has recruited dozens of new permanent workers, many of whom are female workers who were laid off when the textile factory introduced machines. The machines made them uneasy, but the new jobs have somewhat alleviated the recent gloom.

Maria was sitting on a two-story box, eating a simple hamburger she had made. She gave herself a cup of light tea using tea leaves that she was usually reluctant to drink, and tasted it carefully. Her movements were very casual and relaxed, completely unladylike.

The workers passing under the box said hello to her, and she said hello one by one and went back with a smile on her face. The sun at noon today was warm, which made everyone feel comfortable and relaxed, and her full stomach was even more

It added some thin feeling of happiness. After waiting for a few minutes, a tall blue seaweed appeared in the crowd in the distance. The seaweed gradually got closer, came to the factory, and came to Maria.

"Admissor asked for leave and won't come to help today!"

As soon as Sean came in, he said loudly and waved the leave request note in his hand: "Miss Maria, have you started working?"

"You're here, let's get started! You are our strong man!"

Sean was embarrassed: "I have never beaten you in arm wrestling..."

Maria couldn't help laughing, then stood up from the box and said loudly to all the employees in the factory: "Everyone, get ready. After a ten-minute break, we will expand the factory according to the arranged plan! Assemble the machines

Technicians, as soon as you install the machine, we will start work immediately!"

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Last night, Klein had quietly sneaked into Dr. Allen's dream, met the tower and Will Auceptin hidden in it, and took away the paper crane left by the other party. When he listened to Ai in the club,

Dr. Lun confided in his nightmare, especially when he saw that he had taken out the paper crane that had been folded by the Nighthawks and was even more ugly than his own. It took a lot of effort for Klein to hold back his laughter.

After bidding farewell to the gloomy Dr. Allen, the next day, Klein accompanied Mike, a reporter from the "Daily Observer", into the East District to interview the rescued girls.

Faced with the interview fee of 1 pound, no one refused, even some girls who had been tortured.

Although the police have concluded the Kapin case, there are always many reporters and detectives who are quick-thinking or want to attract attention and believe that there is something hidden in it. Therefore, private interviews and tabloid rumors abound, and it is not completely impossible to mention it.

In this interview, Kapin's sin is one focus, and the current situation of the girls is another focus. The former makes people angry, and the latter makes people heavy.

Daisy is actually relatively lucky. She can go to work immediately after returning home and earn food through her own labor. There are no more than one-third of the rescued people like her, and most of them are those who still have some savings at home.

Their situation allows them who have suffered physical and mental trauma not to be busy for the time being, and can patiently look for suitable jobs.

I heard that her sister Freya participated in the recruitment of Miss Maria's expansion factory, but unfortunately she was not selected.

"I thought you would get some compensation."

Mike blurted out, and after finishing speaking, he fell into a deep silence.

The other two-thirds of the rescued people had to run around to survive. With a large number of female textile workers unemployed, they often could only find some temporary low-paying jobs.

Some people can squeeze into Miss Maria's expanded processing factory, but those lucky ones who are in urgent need of help only have a total of a hundred people, which is a drop in the bucket for the unemployed people in the East District.

Those in the family whose parents, brothers and sisters have not lost their jobs are okay and can at least help each other and barely make ends meet. Those whose family situation is not so optimistic have already secretly embarked on the path of street girls.

It seems that they have never been rescued. They sold their bodies once, maybe just for some food.

This made Mike as silent as last time. He didn't come back to his senses until he left the East District when it was dark and thanked Klein: "Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I would definitely be killed by those gangsters today."

blackmail."

"Isn't this why you hired me?" Klein smiled politely without any pride.

Following previous instructions, Old Kohler and Liv's family did not disclose his free help in finding people. Daisy, in particular, was quite smart. When Mike asked them if they knew any special people, they directly answered "Mr. Reporter and Mr. Detective"

”.

Mike nodded habitually and walked in silence for a while.

Before getting on the carriage, he suddenly exhaled and said: "I would like to appeal in this report, calling on the government to take out Kaping's real estate, establish a special rescue fund, and use the annual income to steadily help these rescued people.

Girls, help other people who have been harmed by Kapin and give them a chance to escape from their current predicament."

"Although Kapin's safe has been destroyed along with the mansion, his greatest wealth lies in the real estate he purchased. These, these should be illegal gains."

After Klein listened carefully, he looked at Mike deeply and praised sincerely: "You are the best reporter I have ever seen."

He added: "In fact, donating to established foundations and charitable organizations can save a lot of time, and they are more experienced. For example, Maria from the Ernst Foundation, we have all seen that from various behaviors

Look, she should be a good leader."

Although the relationship between the Foundation and the Aurora Society is confusing, from my observation, Maria is indeed a good person and trustworthy.

"I will consider this proposal."

"There are many reporters like me. But what you said makes sense. There are always some idealists in this world. Maybe we are the same as them." Mike sighed.

After speaking, he paid the 10 pounds employment fee to Klein, took off his hat and waved it.

Watching the reporter get into the taxi, Klein was about to take public transportation in the other direction to go home. It was getting dark and the appointed time was coming. At this time, Mike suddenly opened the window and asked with a teasing smile: "Xia

Locke, am I not the only reporter you know?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Guess."

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Crow Meng, who was wearing a velvet pointed hat, stood on Edward's shoulders and felt a strange tension.

In the memory of Amon's group, he has participated in various banquets, visited many nobles, and had countless dances. After all, he was one of the great nobles who supported the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Age. But Amon

Meng felt that compared to those records from the distant past, what he was going to do today was more exciting and interesting, because this time he was not parasitic on anyone, not pretending to be anyone, and he was not even being himself.

He wants to be a crow that understands human nature.

"Gah."

Is this too risky? When the simple wooden door in front of him opened, revealing the smiling face of a young man with black hair, brown eyes and a beard, Amon couldn't help hiding next to Edward's temples and yelled.

"fine."

He believed that they all saw the thin gray mist that enveloped this young man, which carried the aura of a high-ranking person in the spiritual world that made Amon want to get closer and was a little scared. His sealed extraordinary characteristics and mystical connections were slightly active.

He had itchy hands and was eager to steal, and then he successfully stole a pound of banknotes from Klein's pocket.

Klein didn't notice.

"You brought so much?" He took a large paper bag from Edward and found that it was heavy and full of various packaged pastries and fruits. Klein was very surprised and a little embarrassed, "You are too polite.

I thought it was just a normal meal."

"It's okay, I made all this myself, and I only spent money on raw materials."

Edward didn't take it seriously. After entering the house, he wanted to take off his coat, and then found that the fireplace was not turned on, and there were no charcoal fires placed inside. There were almost no signs of use. He remembered that it was November now, and he looked at Klein, revealing a

With an expression of surprise, Klein looked away.

"That's it...it seems that I should bring hot pot instead of pastries. Let's save it for next time. Russell likes it very much, and the spiciness is also very suitable for the taste of the Intis nobles, because they are all

hunter."

"But at that time, spices were expensive and had to be transported from the southern continent together with peppers. The cost was huge and it took a long time, and the output was very small. When sold individually, the price was high, and almost all of them were reserved by nobles, so at that time

It’s quite a luxury food.”

"Hot pot..." Klein clearly showed a look of reminiscing, and then put the bag on the table with regret, "But there is no electricity in this world. If you want to eat hot pot, you have to go to the cooking table to cook and eat at the same time."

Edward recalled: "No. Hot pot is very popular in Intis and is a symbol of status. Just imagine, in the splendid living room, under the high dome, gold sculptures and crystal lamps, people above the Viscount

The noble people gathered together for a luxurious banquet, and put together a steaming hot pot with caviar, deep-sea tuna, and the top wine from a certain gentleman's winery, and then everyone reservedly let the servants cook all kinds of food inside.

, laughing and eating at the same time, eating red pot together until we burst into tears and burst into tears. This is a rare gourmet gathering once a month."

Klein thought hard and reluctantly relied on the image above the gray fog and added 100 million decoration points to create a magnificent palace. People with high status would copy and paste "Miss Justice" instead.
To be continued...