In the eyes of the working class, the workers' unions are the biggest supporters of the working class.

In fact, it seems that with the help of the workers' unions, the capitalists and politicians had to draw up many policies and bills on their welfare benefits, protecting their rights and ensuring their livelihoods.

The image of the workers' union on paper is that of a worker smiling at the sun like a hero.

In reality, however, the workers' unions are to some extent the protectors of the workers and the partners of the capitalists, and the cases in which they have been able to stand on the side of the workers and win are in fact against small, little-known local companies.

Try it against a large conglomerate?

The lengthy litigation process and costs alone can make the workers' unions compromise and choose to give up, so at such times, they will switch their identities to shut up in the name of helping the workers with the benefits of the group company.

They will "fight" for the workers in all sorts of benefits, but sometimes they are saving money for the capitalists, and they have many ways to do this, and they will convince the workers that they are right, just, and moral.

About 30 percent of the workers interviewed by Asr have died from a series of complications that followed.

Less than 10% of them are still weaker than ordinary people's health, and most of the others suffer from diseases, but these people have nothing to do.

From the moment they signed the documents with the company's representatives in the presence of the mediator in one of the offices of the workers' union, and when they thought they could not get the pen, but the company had intended to put the hush money in their pockets, they lost the responsibility to continue the investigation.

When they spent all that money and found that it wasn't enough to get their bodies back to health, let alone their lives turned into torment, there was nothing they could do.

These people are not so much alive as they are dead, their bodies and souls numb and dead.

There is no hope, there is no future, and living in pain every day is no different from dying, but people's instinctive attachment to life still makes them support.

No one will pay attention to them, and society will not report it, these things have been pressed down fiercely, and they have become the foundation of this brilliant society, and they are not even as good as the foundation.

Have they lost their value?

Actually, no, when the workers' unions, when the local government, when some people need them, they will reappear in a way that "shakes society, shakes the world".

They will show their pain to gain tears, sympathy, and strength from others.

But none of this has much to do with them, and in the end they don't get much out of it, maybe some symbolic donation and a treatment opportunity that they simply can't afford to pay, and then they'll go back to their lives, waiting to be needed and remembered one day.

Hundreds of these or similar things make up our society, and under prosperity it is no longer prosperity, but this is life, this is the real world.

"They're miserable, Mr. Lynch, I'm ......," Asr's expression was so vivid for the first time, perhaps because his immigration status made him feel a little inexplicably empathetic, "I know I shouldn't say that, but can we help them?"

Lynch took the coffee, preferring to smell it rather than taste it, took a sip and put the cup down, looking at Asr with a smirk until the latter lowered his head and apologized to Lynch for his impulsive statement.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, but I shouldn't have influenced your judgment. ”

Lynch pursed his lips, his expression did not fluctuate much, he did not accept the apology, nor did he refuse, but just asked an irrelevant question, "Asr, do you know why the ultimate goal of a businessman is to become a capitalist?"

Asr thought seriously for a while, and finally shook his head and said he didn't know.

Lynch smiled slightly, "Actually, it's very simple, businessmen are still people, and they still have human feelings, and they will be bound by feelings to their minds. ”

"Only when they are promoted to capitalists and completely stripped off their human instincts and impulses will they not be constrained by human emotions. ”

Lynch paused at this point, "You don't have to apologize to me for your ideas, I'm not a capitalist yet, and I don't plan to be one." ”

"I've been saying, telling you, and telling my partners that although it's important to make money, it's more important to take some social responsibility!"

He looked directly at Asr, his low tone, his expression was not crazy, everything was as calm as ever, but in the depths of Asr's excited heart, it was like seeing a new sun, radiant!

Lynch raised his hand and pointed, "Arrange it, I want to meet with these people, I want to see these people with my own eyes, and by the way, I will make an appointment with some newspaper reporters, we are going to make a big news." ”

Obviously achieved his goal, but Asr was not as happy as he imagined, but had some doubts, "Mr. Lynch, can you give me the honor to know, why did you do this?"

Lynch thought for a moment before he smiled and said, "This is the responsibility, Asr, the greater your ability, the greater the responsibility you have to bear." ”

"I'm a human being, not a capitalist, and I won't do the same thing as them!"

Perhaps it was Lynch's statement that infected Asr, and he quickly did what Lynch told him to do, or the kind that overdid it.

It has been proven once again that when people act on their own desires or goals, they often put more effort and energy into doing things for others than they do for others.

In order to make this meeting or something, he specially chatted with the director of the welfare institute, and the director of the welfare institute agreed without hesitation, so he didn't mind exposing any problems.

For a basic charity organization like a welfare home, there is no donation without exposure, and the dean is very cooperative.

On the morning of December 30, Lynch and a group of reporters arrived at the orphanage.

The reporters didn't know what they were going to do before they came here, but they came anyway because it was Lynch who called them.

Lynch is a very charismatic young man, and of course the money in his wallet is also very attractive, and every time he attends a press conference held by Lynch or something, they get some extra benefits when they leave.

Don't look at those pens, notebooks, inks and the like are not worth much, but these little things can win people's hearts very well, not to mention that there are also interstellar trading company merchandise vouchers inside, they can get a second-hand item of a certain grade for free, and these second-hand goods look like new.

It's just that today, since they got out of the car, there was no smile on their faces, and what they saw was very uncomfortable, and a young female reporter even covered her mouth and nose and escaped from the welfare home, and only came back with a pale face after a while.

In front of them were more than twenty deformed old men, some of whom were so swollen that they looked like balls, and their features were badly damaged, like burns, huddled together.

Some of the skin on his body was cracked, and there was some rotten flesh or pus in it, and there was a foul smell on his body.

Some parts of the body are swollen and large, while others are only skin and bones.

Some people ......

It's like hell, and the smell of corruption and stench in the air makes everyone's heart tremble.

"Gentlemen, this is what I hope you can record and report out......", Lynch looked at every reporter, "I don't need you to brag about anything for me, and don't hide anything, just use the most authentic language to describe what you have seen and heard, so that more people know that there is such a group of people and such things!"

Next, Lynch shook hands with each of the old men very kindly, although some of their hands were long gone, and even their arms were half rotten, revealing white bones and black necrotic muscles.

They smelled strange and stinky, but Lynch sat with them as if he didn't care at all and asked them some questions.

Behind every deformed old man is not the tragedy of just one person, but the tragedy of a group of people, most of whom come from different production accidents.

Leakage of toxic raw materials, exposure of raw materials with radiation, failure of machinery...... There is not just one person behind every accident!

Be extremely tragic?

Appalling?

That's not enough!

Toward the end of his visit to the old men, Lynch spoke to reporters about them and what society never knew.

"In fact, there are many more people who are suffering from this, but at least they are still alive and have the opportunity to see the light from all walks of life, but some people have died and left this world at the darkest time of their lives......"

In Lynch's description, the Ristoan Group became the face of the devil, with at least a dozen badly injured workers dragged to death in hospital beds because the company refused to pay for medical bills.

The reason for all of this is that the cost of treatment for these people is much higher than the federal standard for death benefits.

They deny the workers medical treatment, and even file lawsuits to drag down their families, just so that they can die as soon as possible so that they can pay a pension that may not be much for the company.

In order to save money, the demons are not as professional as them, and this kind of thing happened in what was once considered to be the most glorious era of the Federation.

These reporters think that they have seen all the ugly and dark sides of this world, and they are still shattered by the news they have obtained today!

On December 31, the headlines of most local newspapers were unexpectedly unified, including such an instructive newspaper as the Daily Sabine!

- "Hell is empty, the devil is on earth!"

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