"But where do we start?"

Wolfe looked at the glutinous rice crackers.

Nuomi Guo said to him:

"I remember Mr. Ribot works in a newspaper office and should have the latest news."

Wolfe suddenly became nervous when he heard Nuomiguo suddenly ask about his father.

He remembered what his mother had told him - no matter who asked, never mention the whereabouts of his father.

He knew that someone was looking for his father, and even after that report, police officers from the street police station came to his door, wanting to inquire about his father's whereabouts.

He also knew that his home had been monitored for a long time, so when there was an explosion next door last night, the police on the street were able to dispatch the police in less than a minute - they even waited in secret for more than half a minute.

Should we tell Nuomiguo about his father's whereabouts?

He recalled his mother's warning and at the same time his father's teachings:

‘Wolf, you must be able to distinguish right from wrong, be a courageous person, resist when facing injustice, and be pious when facing truth.

You have to remember that you are a worker's child.

You have to remember - those children of workers in factories, those children who have no food to eat and no clothes to wear in the winter, they still have hope - they are worth saving.'

As the thoughts in his heart continued to strengthen, Wolfe apologized to his mother in his heart: I'm sorry, Mom, we are doing the right thing, and I have to get help from my dad.

After a moment of inner decision-making, he mustered up the courage and said to Nuomiguo:

"Yes, my father just reported on the big event of the Steam Bus Company two days ago. He has met many kind-hearted people in his past work and is well-informed about things in Xiacheng District."

When he said this, he looked slightly disappointed and said:

"But people said that the steam bus company incident was false... After that day, the police also came to the door, looking for my father."

He whispered an address into Nuomiguo's ear.

Nuomiguo nodded:

"You did the right thing."

She said to the other three:

"Let's go now."

Nuomi Guo, Messiah and Wolf walked in front, Osmandis followed behind Messiah with a face full of reluctance. He couldn't figure out the details of Messiah for a while, and he didn't dare to make any small moves.

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Two hours later.

In a corner building in the lower town, in a dark little corner of a dark cabin, Tom Ribot, with his head wrapped in a bandage, was leaning on a bad chair, between his chapped lips.

Mixed with a few pieces of chewed tobacco leaves, the skin was sallow, and he looked very weak and sick.

Only the hands that hit the brass typewriter on the table in front of me were very strong, as if all the remaining strength was used to hit the keyboard.

As a crisp percussion sound with a sense of lag appeared, paragraph after paragraph of text appeared on the slightly moist waxy yellow paper:

"There is a problem with the supply of materials in Xiacheng District, the price of pork has skyrocketed, and people have to eat native pigs raised by the Aier people.

The native pig has not been castrated and has a particularly strong fishy smell. People did not feel it when they ate it before. Now that they have eaten fresh pork with no fishy smell, they can no longer eat native pig.

A few people protested in front of the market, but they were quickly dispersed. The Adams family's armed force was always strong.

I didn't know why they deployed armed guards to guard the market.

It wasn’t until today that I understood that the people in charge of the Adams family—Leonardo Adams on the surface, or James Adams behind the scenes—had known that things would turn out like this—

The low prices caused by long-term subsidies from the group can no longer be maintained. Food ingredients have returned to their original prices, but people's living standards cannot return.

People want to eat the same fresh meat as before, but they don't know why the goods in the market have returned to their original expensive prices.

Now, let me tell you why:

The price of goods gradually became expensive because the Adams family had seized most of the market, and their competitors were gone - those small businessmen and peddlers who could not afford a long price war had all been sold by Adams.

Their ultra-low prices have robbed the market, and there are even no purchase channels.

With the fall of the Pork King, Leonard Adams took control of the last strategic piece of land in the fresh food market, and he became the monopoly of the market in Yanan City - especially after becoming a parliamentarian, he even owned

Absolute pricing power for most ingredients on the market!

This makes me terrified. Brothers and sisters, our lives are about to be completely dominated by this person, but we are the ones who elected him to the Yanan City Council!

He used a few resources to gain our trust, and then destroyed that trust overnight - because he no longer needs our trust, and the next election is still a full year away, and he can use it

This whole year has taken away all the money from our hands, leaving a mess that we can only clean up for him!

What is even more terrifying is the indirect impact of such a monopoly on the industrial zone. Those impacts are continuing to worsen as everyone can see with the naked eye..."

Tom Ribot realized that his emotions were so high that he thought he could no longer write.

What I typed out by myself cannot be considered a report at all, but just junk text to vent my emotions.

As a reporter, the reports coming out of his hands must be objective and fair enough without having too many negative subjective emotions.

Without hesitation, he tore up a bunch of typed words and tore the yellowed manuscript paper into pieces.

The manuscript papers were scattered all over the floor, and a thin layer had accumulated on the ground - he had torn up many manuscripts he had written, and every one of them was unsatisfactory to him.

He held his eyes full of red bloodshot eyes and felt the painful tendon sheaths on his fingers. Thinking of what happened these days, he couldn't help but feel sad:

Even if he finished writing these things, how would he report them?

Since the incident with the Steam Bus Company, no newspaper has dared to report its own article.

It was also after that incident that he left his home like a coward, abandoned his wife and children, ignored their safety, and hid in the dark corners of the lower city, like a rat in the sewer.

Dirty and sad.

He once thought about ending his life, but if he died, which reporter would dare to report these injustices?

Thinking of this, he felt even more pathetic, because he realized that when he had suicidal thoughts, the first thought that came to his mind was not that he was sorry for his wife and children.

He knew he was sorry for them.

Can……

But there are some things that must be done by him.

Ever since he was a student, he has been instilled in him the ideal of "fairness and justice", and he has always regarded it as his life creed.

It wasn't until he went to university, chose journalism, and came into contact with society that the huge sense of tear between the ivory tower and the real society almost destroyed his will. All his past beliefs were almost completely destroyed by the dirty society.

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Fortunately, he survived, kept his true feelings, and strongly realized that society really needs "fairness and justice."

He once swore at the journalist's inauguration ceremony that he would be loyal to fairness and justice throughout his life, that his writing would always be objective, that he would go to the most dangerous places in the world without fear, and that he would make all injustices known to the world...

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His wife has always expressed confusion to him. Can "fairness and justice" be a meal? Can it be exchanged for money so that their son can afford to go to school? Can the apartment be equipped with decent heating pipes to survive the long winter?

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Your own survival is a problem! You still care about the lives of others! How ridiculous!

He could not answer his wife's questions.

He only knows that he is right, and fairness and justice are also right.

"sorry Sorry……"

He failed to give them a decent life. Even if he had tried hard, his job in the newspaper office could only be a living wage. He was not a smart man and could not run a profitable business.

He knew he was sorry for his wife and children.

Can……

There has to be someone who speaks out for fairness and justice.

"sorry……"

In his confused thoughts, he lowered his head and looked at the camera next to the brass typewriter.

This was a birthday gift from his wife, and it was also the only birthday gift that his wife gave him in her life.

Their income was not enough to support the cost of film, and he had to work for a newspaper in exchange for free film.

Now, this camera contains some precious photos of a violent conflict that just occurred at a parts factory in an industrial area.

Dozens of workers died in that conflict, and their blood soaked his cloth shoes.

He took the last photos of them before they died——

He clearly captured the entire conflict, even when armed men wearing Yanan City police uniforms opened fire on the crowd with guns.

He clearly captured the factory owner's wild smile, and even the way he placed a handful of green imperial pound banknotes in the collar of an armed man.

And during this whole process, the camera that always had problems before did not jam, and he was not discovered by those people at all.
To be continued...