Butch was a very ordinary worker, and there was a sense of casual perfunctory flavor in his name, which most Westerners don't think much about when naming their children.

It's too cumbersome to quote scriptures or find words with special meaning to form a name like an aristocracy, and the average level of education in the west is not high, and even if someone wants to do so, they may not be able to do it.

Butch works in a leather goods factory, a common business in the West, where wildlife is abundant in this unexplored wilderness. In addition to filling the cowboys' stomachs, these wild animals also provide them with additional profits.

Every week, the factory processes a large number of leathers, which go through processes such as tanning to become what people see, a long process that takes many days.

Butch's job is to cut each piece of leather into a standard shape according to the requirements of the proofer.

To be honest, the job wasn't good, and those horrible chemicals that didn't clean it up would make some terrible changes to his hands, but considering the family's situation, he had to have a stable job.

This job provided him with a weekly salary of thirteen and a half dollars, and after meeting his daily expenses, he could save five dollars or more.

I thought it would last a long time, until I got married, had children, or got a new job, but the sudden closure of the factory put an end to his shallow plans for the future.

"Mr. Dohrin has driven us out, so the factory will not be reopened, you are unemployed, and I am unemployed. This was what the supervisor of the workshop said to them at that time, and more than 200 workers in the factory lost their jobs inexplicably.

With a severance pay, Butch walked down the street blankly, he saw many people gathered on the street in frustration, and Butch, who had lost his job and was no longer busy, approached a small group and stretched his neck to lean over.

"We should be grateful to Mr. Dohrin for bringing us a free education, but he also took away the jobs we needed to survive!"

It was a guy in his thirties who spoke with curly hair that most people in the West have, some things are naturally curly, and some things are curly hair caused by not washing their hair all year round.

Everyone knows that not washing your hair for a long time will make your hair greasy, and it just so happens that the wind in the west is not small, and some smooth hair will be curled up while blowing, of course, this kind of thing is wet and disposable, just wash your hair once.

He wears blue canvas pants and a pair of leather boots that look on the oversized side, typical of the western style.

"I mean we need to work, and even if the business owners are sometimes not so kind to us, they will find excuses to withhold our salaries, they will find trouble to make us work longer, but at least we have a job and we can get enough to pay our family every week, so that we can live in a room where no one is disturbed, eat delicious meals, and do the things we want to do after work. ”

"But, first we need to have a job!"

"I mean we need to let Mr. Doolin know that we need to have a job to support ourselves and our families, we have to express it. ”

At this time, there was already an impatient cowboy with a belt on his shoulder and asked impatiently, "Just say what you think, I don't understand what you want to express at all." ”

The man was scolded a little embarrassed, "I mean...... We should go to the parade, the parade, you know?", he waved his hand, "Those little chicks in the south like to use this trick, and it is said to work very well. ”

The crowd dispersed at once, leaving only a handful of people, and Butch was one of them.

Rather than being disappointed, the advocate smiled and said, "There are some people who are going to do something, and if you think I'm right, we can continue to talk." ”

Butch and the others looked at each other, and then followed the guy to a building where a lot of people had gathered, and the guy took them in and left, and the Butch and the others squeezed into the crowd, watching a guy standing at a table advocating for a legal way to solve the problem.

His speech was inflammatory, and he promised that as long as everyone marched together, everyone would be given a glass of fruit wine and a roast chicken before the parade began, and after the parade was over, there would be fruit wine and two roast chickens, and the atmosphere at the scene was even more enthusiastic.

Even Butch waved his fists and shouted a few slogans with red ears.

Then, he signed his crooked name on the proposal, agreed on a time, and left the house.

After leaving the house, he looked back a few times to make sure he didn't forget the address, and then slowly walked into the police station.

He was greeted by a young female front desk officer, which made Butch blush a little, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Butch nodded, "Yes, I just experienced an incident and I felt that something was wrong, so I wanted to inquire if I should call the police." ”

The policewoman smiled and asked for his name and home address, as well as his Social Security number, and then guided him to a nearby place dedicated to recording his statement.

Butch took off his hat, looked at the more than two dozen people in the room, and silently found a corner.

At this time, a man came up and touched him with his elbow, "You're here to report the march too?"

Butch was stunned for a moment, "You...... Is that too?"

The man shrugged, "It's all here!"

After providing free education, Doolin pacified the rampant gold diggers in Ambiluo, and in less than half a year after taking office, he accomplished two major things, solving some of the problems that the people of Ambiluo urgently need to solve.

This, coupled with Doolin's personality and the labels people put on him, made him popular in the West.

Even if there is a small problem now, people have not lost confidence in Doolin, after all, Doolin has also solved many jobs at Dove Manufacturing Company.

Thousands of jobs have brought jobs to many unemployed people, especially women, not only with the support of the locals, but also with feminist organizations sending a telegram to Doolin calling him a friend of women in the Empire.

Soon it was Butch's turn, and Butch told him what he knew, and after the officer recorded some information, he put down his pen.

"I think I've understood, for your safety, you don't reveal what you've done to others. And ......", the officer laughed, "you can go ahead and go to the parade, I heard there is fruit wine and roast chicken, right?"

Butch nodded and said honestly, "Yes, three roast chickens, two glasses of fruit wine." ”

The officer kindly reminded him, "Since it's a free thing, why not?"

"But ......," Butch didn't understand.

The police officer knew what he was going to say, and said with a smile, "On the day of your march, His Excellency the Governor will have a speech......