Living in the chaotic Shanghai Concession, it is not easy to feel the changes of the four seasons and the passing of the days.

Soon the weather gradually warmed up, and in late spring, the weather gradually warmed up.

Wang Yong sometimes read in the newspapers some assassination activities of the League or other revolutionary parties, which made the Manchu high-level people panic, of course, most of these small-scale uprisings and assassinations ended in failure, and the dead ended up relatively miserable, and many were even eaten alive by officers and soldiers.

The risk of revolution is very great, and Wang Yong also admires those revolutionary aspirants to some extent, and at this time, they are killed indiscriminately, and sometimes the family is implicated. Throwing your head and spilling blood is real.

In other worlds, Wang Yong is a person who doesn't care about life, so he can walk sideways, but here, other people's methods are even more ruthless than him, but those people are just ordinary people.

At this time, those who held power in their hands were still afraid of change, and they were waiting for two things: the first was when Cixi and Guangxu would braid, and the second was to expect constitutional reform from the top of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

In the afternoon of this day, Wang Yong retrieved the letter from downstairs, during which many celebrities and foreigners invited him to participate in some salon gatherings, and he also went selectively, which also allowed him to slightly open up some contacts in Shanghai.

The cyborgs he controls are also looking for a place to open some simple factories in Shanghai, such as a textile factory and a ship repair shop, and once they start working on all these aspects, but only with a small amount of start-up capital and a place to settle here.

But none of this matters, it doesn't matter if these people give face or not, it's a big deal to control it directly, the wizarding world has countless means to control an unsuspecting Muggle.

This letter is an invitation letter from Fudan Public School, inviting him to give a lecture, and an invitation letter from Ma Xiangbo to invite him to be a visiting professor at Fudan Public School.

When Wang Yong stood up and asked her to leave, she put a bag of paper in her hand and put it on the desk and said:

"This bag is grape bread, please keep it, it will be delicious tomorrow. In addition, I have a bag of bananas to buy here, please come to my room and eat them! ”

Wang Yong smiled, this person has a heart, she has never given her any help, she invited herself to eat first.

Wang Yong took the paper bag for her, and she opened the door and invited me into her room, and she lived for more than ten days, and she seemed to have believed that Wang Yong was a harmless person.

The suspicious description on her face when she first met was completely gone. When Wang Yong entered her room, he realized that it was not yet dark, for there was a south-facing window in her room, through which the sun's rays were cast in, and she saw a small room, a bed made of two boards, a half-table with black paint, a crate, and a round stool.

There was no tent on the bed, but there were two clean green cloth bedding. There was a small iron box on the half table, about her hair-combing utensils, and there were already a lot of oil-stained ideas on the iron box, which looked a little old.

She put away a few half-worn cotton jackets and coarse trousers piled on the round stool on the bed, and then sat him down.

This small and messy appearance is not much different from Wang Yong's room, and Shanghai is quite cramped for outsiders and even most locals at this time and in the future.

Wang Yong saw her courteous appearance, and felt embarrassed, so he said to her:

"We used to live in the same place, so why be so polite."

"I'm not polite, but I feel very sorry for you to stand up and let me when I come back every day."

With that, she opened a packet of bananas for me to eat. She took one of her own, sat down on the bed, and asked me as she ate:

"Why don't you just live at home and not go out and find something to do?"

"Well, occasionally write manuscripts to earn some living expenses."

"Do you have any friends?"

"Friends, very few, and I don't have much contact now." Wang Yong looked at her face, her face was somewhat pale, and her body bones were a little thin, but she was generally a beauty.

"Have you ever been to the Academy?"

"I've been to school, I've been in England for a few years and I'm coming back."

"Where is your home? Why don't you go home? ”

Wang Yong smiled lightly, if you have a home, you should be considered to have a home. Wang Yong thought of Yumiji in the world of dancing and dancing, thought of snow, and thought of Susan. I can't help but have a trace of longing in my eyes, but I am currently alone in this world.

She looked at Wang Yong like this and thought that he was also a homeless wanderer. A lonely expression immediately appeared on his face, and he sighed slightly and said:

"Alas! Are you like me? ”

After a slight sigh, she stopped talking.

Wang Yong saw that her eyes were a little flushed, so she thought of another question and asked her:

"What kind of work do you do in the factory?"

"It's a pack of paper cigarettes."

"How many hours a day?"

"From seven o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the evening, and an hour of rest at noon, a total of ten hours of work were to be done every day. If you do one less hour, you will have to deduct money. ”

Wang Yong smiled, his original job in the low-tech world was almost to work for so long, and he might not be able to rest for an hour at noon, he had to get up at six o'clock in the morning and work until seven o'clock in the evening, and he might work overtime until eight or nine o'clock or even eleven or twelve o'clock, and even be on duty all night.

He had always heard about the miserable life of the contract worker, but when he saw the female worker say this, he felt that she didn't seem to be tired, but maybe the salary was not high, but he didn't feel any darkness in the old society.

Even if he did build a new country, it was not uncommon for workers to work more than ten hours in factories.

"How much is deducted?"

"Nine dollars a month, so it's three dollars for ten days, three oceans for an hour."

"How much does it cost?"

"Four dollars a month."

In this way, I don't rest for an hour a month, and in addition to the cost of food, I can save five yuan. Is there enough money for you to buy clothes? ”

"Where's enough! And the ruler shall ...... Ahh I...... That's why I hate factories so much. Do you smoke? ”

"Don't eat it."

"That's good. Just eat and don't eat the cigarettes from our factory. I hate it being here. ”

Wang Yong looked at her gritted teeth and resentment, and couldn't help sighing, this kind of thing really happened in any era.

At this time, it was already gray, Wang Yong stood up and said goodbye, she just sat silently on the edge of her bed, looking at the glimmer of light from the south window.

Wang Yong was about to go out, looking at her goose-egg-like face in the gray light, a little freckles gradually disappeared in this twilight, and couldn't help but say: "I have a friend who recently opened a textile factory, do you want to give it a try?" ”

She looked at Wang Yong and lowered her eyelids: "Let's look again." ”

She was probably tired from work, and she probably fell asleep immediately when she came back every day, except for this night, when she seemed to have not gone to bed in her room until midnight.

Since this time, she has come back every day and always said a few words to Wang Yong.

From her own mouth, I know that her surname is Chen, her name is Ermei, she is from Dongxiang, Suzhou, she grew up in the countryside of Shanghai, and her father was also a worker in a paper cigarette factory, but died last fall. She used to live in the same room with her father, and went to the factory every day, but now she was the only one left.

More than a month after her father's death, she cried all the way to the factory in the morning, and cried all the way back in the evening.

She is seventeen years old, and has no siblings or close relatives. The funeral and other matters after her father's death were arranged by the old man downstairs before he died. She said:

"The old man downstairs is a good man, and he has never had bad intentions towards me, so I have to work like my father in Japan, but a manager of the factory surnamed Li is very bad, and when he knows that my father is dead, he wants to tease me every day."

Wang Yong almost knows all about her own family and her father's background, but what kind of person is her mother? Is it dead or where is it alive? If so, where do you live? Wait, she never talked about it.