The newsboys who stopped Lynch only discovered after taking out the masthead that the days of misery were not changed by the disappearance of an oppressor who exploited them.

Many people always say that there is a stone above their heads that the pain of life is removed, and as long as the stone is removed, life will become better, and they even deliberately tell everyone in a demagogic tone that the people who exploit them are those who pay them salaries and give them money to support their families.

That may be true, but not exactly.

The masthead is dead, and the children's situation has not gotten any better, because it is not the masthead that really oppresses and exploits them, but this society with profit at the core.

It may even be that the disappearance of the masthead makes life a little more difficult for these children, without the social relationship of the masthead, without his deterrence of outsiders, the children will not be able to enjoy the previous masthead, in the eyes of the children, there is nothing special, even the source of their pain.

They can't buy newspapers, and in an era where print media still dominates the main media channels, newspapers don't worry about newspaper sales at all, and they can basically sell out every day, which also means that there will be a part of the market vacancy.

When the masthead disappears, other mastheads will want to swallow up the share, and they will take the masthead to squeeze the masthead's territory and market, and the newspaper will be sold to other mastheads in the collusion of interests that the children do not understand.

Newsboys they had never seen before began to appear in the vicinity, brandishing freshly baked and ink-smelling newspapers and taking from other people's pockets one payment after another, which was supposed to be theirs.

Not only that, but the recyclers have a good relationship with the masthead for various reasons, and now that the masthead is gone, they have begun to unscrupulously lower the price of scrap recycling to make more profit for themselves.

Anyway, these children can't fight against them, they can enjoy the money they have squeezed without any worries.

Children always think that mastheads are the source of their nightmares, but at this moment they realize that their understanding of this society is really too superficial.

The masthead leaves enough money to keep them going on for a while, but if they can't find a new income, the money is quickly consumed.

A few older children don't think they can go on like this, and once they can't get the money to give to their parents or to the welfare home, they will be taken away, scattered, and sent somewhere else to continue to be oppressed and exploited.

So they have to stand up, they need to have income, they have rebelled against fate, they have succeeded in overturning a stone, then continue to fight, and one day they will be able to break through the thick dark clouds and see the blue sky.

They found Lynch, and perhaps this was the easiest way they could think of at the moment.

Lynch looked at the two children and shook his head slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm no longer doing this kind of business......"

With a large number of financial companies and laundries being shut down, more and more people are aware that someone may be playing tricks on coins, and the coin exchange business has just reached its peak and fallen into the trough.

And with proof of a large cash withdrawal from the bank, Mr. Fox no longer needs to use this outdated method to make his money look more legitimate.

Two children despite wanting to behave ...... The wind was light, but the irrepressible disappointment on their faces was still revealed.

One of the older children couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lynch, you are a good man, is there any work we can do?"

He was afraid that Lynch would say no, and then added, "We can ask for less than ordinary workers, as long as we have food and a little pocket money, we don't have too many requirements." ”

Look, reality is so ironic, they have moved away from the stone and recognized the reality, and now they are looking for another stone that seems more suitable for them, and they are going to press it on their own hands.

The corners of Lynch's mouth √ slightly, every time he laughs, it is when he is the kindest, the smile is a language that crosses race, gender, age, education and comprehension, its affinity can relieve anxiety, but also can become a bridge between strangers.

"I do have some work to do, but ......," his smile widened, "...... I know your boss, the masthead, and if you need a job, you can have him talk to me, it would be better. ”

"I know you're in his employ, and if we get past him to talk about these things, he'll probably be unkind to you, and I don't want to see anyone hurt in this matter!"

Listen, listen!

The benevolent Lynch is really a kind-hearted person, and everyone thinks of him maliciously just because they don't know him, and his serious expression makes the older children's expressions a little stiff.

Everyone knows, including Lynch, that the masthead is dead, and that night, he was stabbed to death by these older children on the road out of town, but he is still emphasizing this thing that he knows well, and his purpose is quite simple, that is, to make these children realize that they must have a bridge before they have equal contact with adults.

Previously this bridge was the masthead, and now that they are missing, they have to find one back, unless they can take on that role themselves, or give something.

The younger children have not yet reacted when they see the "elder brother" around them, even if in the eyes of most people, he is mature enough to be called a "little adult", but he is still a child.

A child's early maturity can never be compared to an adult who is quick to think and summarize, so the child says something that should not have been said.

"The masthead? he's gone!"

The older child's face suddenly looked shocked, and he pulled the younger child by the hand, bowed to Lynch while pressing his hat and said goodbye, "Mr. Lynch, we have taken up your precious time, we are very sorry......"

As he spoke, he was going to leave here with the younger kid who had already realized that he had said the wrong thing, and it was a secret that the death of the masthead was unknown to the children in the dormitory except for a few of their older children.

A secret that belongs only to them, the big kids!

The federal government does have laws for the protection of minors, but these laws protect the legitimate rights and interests of innocent, normal, and ordinary minors.

For juvenile offenders, especially juvenile offenders in vicious cases such as homicide, the law never advocates the need to protect them, and even has more consideration in sentencing.

If the sentence is light, it will give these children a misunderstanding that "even if they take the lives of others, there will be no serious consequences", and if the sentence is heavy, it will make them hate and distort their psychology to hate the whole society, so the sentence of juvenile offenders is often very complicated, and it is supplemented by a psychiatrist, saying that it is a prison, but it is more a ...... process.

Juvenile offenders who are numb to the standard answers they need are often praised for their dementia that once again the great Commonwealth has won the humanitarian war.

Well, far away, the two children were just about to leave when Lynch grabbed them.

"Gone?", he raised an eyebrow, "Did he run, Michael has already been sentenced, he shouldn't have run." ”

The sudden staircase made the two children stunned for a moment, and Lynch even helped them find a way and an excuse to cover up, and the two children who knew the secret but thought that Lynch didn't know the secret suddenly had an idea - this person is not a fool.

But just as they were coming down the steps, the younger child, who knew he had made a mistake, shut up, and the older child nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, our Boss has run away......

Running away is a street phrase, which is very suitable for the environment that this child is exposed to, Lynch nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that you are not having a good time now?"

The eldest child nodded repeatedly, "Yes, sir, we have a hard time!"

The kind and amiable old man Lynch breathed a sigh of relief, "I like children, and I also have a kind heart, I have a job here, maybe you will like it." He seemed to have forgotten that he was only twenty years old.

However, his dress is more mature now, and it is not too much to say that he is twenty-four or five years old, and people at twenty-four or five years old look at these children, aren't they children?

"Your kindness shines like the sun on people!"