In the room, Robwe changed into his daily work clothes, a red and black cashmere robe, a red cashmere hat on his head, a python belt around his waist, and boots wearing lambskin. Before going out, he tidied up his beard on the mirror behind the door, took off the fuchsia ribbon representing his status from the hanger, draped it on his body, and then went out, closed the door, locked the door, and went downstairs to prepare for the day's work.

The apartment is located next to the Inner Ring Road in the southwest city, and there are two doors in the apartment, one is the northeast-facing gate, which can directly lead to the inner ring road of Fairgreen City, and the other is a small door facing southwest, which is the southwest ring road in the southwest city.

Robwee was based in the south of the city, so he went straight out through the small gate in the southwest, and after greeting the doorman at the door, he came to the breakfast stall across the street.

There are a lot of breakfast stalls across the street, and you can find all kinds of breakfasts here, whether it's a traditional breakfast (milk + cereal + bread), a fruit salad from the east or some cheese with mushroom soup from the south.

Rob Wei wanted to try the newly opened breakfast stall today, after greeting a few words with the people in line, Rob Wei crossed the crowd and came directly to the stall, under the warm recommendation of the owner, he bought 20 pork buns and a cup of soy milk, at the checkout, Rob Wei put a few more coppers as usual, and then waved away from the breakfast stall.

Everyone was envious of Robway.

It is said that he found a decent job in the south of the city, and as a vagrant who came from the war immigrant, he was also a decent person in this circle. Judging by the exquisiteness and envy of his life, he must have had an enviable job in the city.

What is the truth?

After passing through a relatively quiet neighborhood, Robwe walked straight towards the South City, which is the famous workers' area of Boer City, where many goods from all directions are loaded and unloaded in the South City, and when they enter the South City, even the air is filled with the smell of sweat, and the noise and liveliness are the main theme here.

There were all kinds of carriages everywhere, and these carriages were not the elaborate carriages of the dignitaries, but their unifying characteristic was that they were large and sturdy. These wagons were used to load goods, and some of them had to travel long distances, which required great rigidity and volume.

After all, you can't expect to transport two or three pounds of goods in one shipment.

Robwe went to work in a different place than most of his neighbors thought, he came to a relatively dilapidated building, pushed open the door, and the inside of the building was not as dilapidated as the outside. It's like a sparrow, it's small, but it's all right.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a group of children between the ages of 10 and 14, most of whom were war orphans who had fled from the Northland, and compared to the orphans in other places, these poor children were either on the streets, and maybe they could end up as gang members or gangsters, and finally die in some struggle. Poorly mixed, yellow-skinned children will become pickpockets, beggars, or simply starve to death.

But the kids here are different.

Although they were relatively thin, their eyes were full of energy. Eyes are windows to the soul, and it's hard to imagine that these big eyes are the result of children who have experienced the cruelty of war.

There may be some children who look small but have to come out to make a living, but what people can't ignore is the hope in the eyes of these children.

"Hey, little Jack, how is your business today?" Robwe seemed to be familiar with the group of children, and he greeted a little guy very familiarly.

The little guy had brown hair and big eyes, and he looked like he was about 11-12 years old, but the little guy was not as sloppy as a beggar, he was dressed very decently, and he seemed to be living a decent life.

"Business is going well today!"

Little Jack had a happy smile on his face, for a child like him, the number of sales in a day determined the food for himself and his brother, and today was obviously his lucky day, and business was unexpectedly good.

"Hey, the big guys in the city have been crazy lately, and as soon as I hit the street, the newspapers were robbed! No, I'm going to wait here again......" Little Jack complained.

Robwe smiled, looked at these little newsboys, and said, "I'm going to see what big news is going on today, and the sales are so good." ”

That's right, they're all a bunch of newsboys.

Get up early every day and then shuttle through the streets and alleys, they are the first group of people in the whole city to wake up, someone has said, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, the industry of newspaper boys, but also early, diligent and eyesight, after all, many people who read the newspaper are still the kind of people who are free to go to work after all, and they should grasp the time period for these people.

In fact.

These tabloids are still very immature, they are just remnants of the town of Blackstone, to be precise, the product of some of the residents of Blackstone Town after settling in Boer City.

Although the scale is not large, in this city where entertainment is scarce, the benefits are still good.

Very lucky.

Rob Wei is one of the initiators, he has been to Blackstone Town, and he has seen business opportunities from it, I have to say, this guy is still a very discerning businessman.

He relied on a clever mouth and started from scratch. A batch of equipment was brought to Blackstone, and it was started in a small dilapidated building in Ball City.

Don't look at him as he is living a decent life now, but when he really started his business, he was almost fighting for his life, relying on his courage and indomitable courage, he ran around for a long time, and it was not settled until recently.

Whether it's the convening of the newsboy, the setting of the location of the newspaper, or even the source, etc.

Robwe runs in all directions, in the eyes of many nobles, he is a monkey jumping up and down, and in many business circles, he is a sharp-tongued liar, dressed very decently, but he is despised by many people.

However, whatever Robwee's comments from the outside, at least in this small building, he was the boss of the children, and if he hadn't found them from the corners of the slums, they might have starved to death by now.

"I'll see, what's big today," Robwe smiled and pulled out a newspaper.

Newspapers are written in black and white, like some pirated books, the paper is terrible, and the layout is very irregular, but it doesn't matter, in this near-monopoly market, these small flaws are not a big problem.

"Huh, the city council?"

Robwe saw today's key words at a glance, "The City Lord's Mansion is going to set up a city council?