Little Kyle, the newsboy, never imagined that his favorite movement to reduce hours and raise wages would upend the empire and his job.

He's unemployed!

As the origin of the time-reduction and salary increase movement, the city of Pune responded to the newly-born Infir almost immediately when the time-reduction and salary increase movement destroyed the empire and established the Infir Gonghe country.

Sir Brad, the owner of Cosoler Shipyard, the largest shipyard in Infil, was the first to respond to the call of Infil Industries and the country.

He raised workers' salaries, cut working hours, and even organized manpower to help the sheriff's office maintain order and distribute food.

It can be said that because of the addition of Sir Brad, the citizens of Pune have almost changed their identities.

For the newborn Infir Gonghe country, he is even more excited.

It's just that little Kyle can't be happy.

The day after the Reduction of Time and Salary Movement captured the Imperial City and established the Infiel Gonghe Kingdom, he ran to the newspaper factory in the dark, waiting for the freshly baked newspaper in the cold wind.

Although he is not very old, only thirteen years old, it is probably because he has touched too many lead words.

He was a precocious teenager.

He knew very well that a newspaper with such a big event would definitely sell very well.

So he came early.

However, until dawn, he did not wait for the newspaper factory to open.

At this time, the factory gate was already full of newsboys.

It wasn't until seven o'clock in the morning, when the sun was rising, that the newsboys knew that the newspaper factory was closed.

"The newspaper factory closed yesterday, didn't the adults tell you? The editors of Baoli have been recruited from above, and they are all writing news on the Internet, you see, everyone has the Internet, who still reads the newspaper!"

The janitor casually summoned a virtual screen, pulled it casually, and in the newspaper section of the Infil Mansion, dense news was presented.

The newsboys were dumbfounded.

They know that there are not a few people who are on the Internet.

In fact, when waiting for the newspaper in the morning, many people opened the Internet to discuss the new Infield industry and country.

Like what:

The legendary gods?

The king of bluetooth?

Ben Keming stabbed His Majesty the Emperor to death?

...... Wait a minute.

In the eyes of the newsboys, details such as these are much more interesting than the mythical tales sung by the bards in the teahouses.

At least, these things are close at hand, aren't they?

It's just that they didn't expect that the heroes they worship would ruin the livelihood they relied on for survival.

"Grandpa Hogan, will the factory really not print newspapers in the future?"

"So what do we do?"

The newsboys shouted in disbelief.

But it is an indisputable fact that the printing house, which is silent and shut down no matter how noisy they are.

Some of the newsboys could not accept this result and remained at the factory gate.

For them, they don't know what else to do other than sell newspapers.

Some of the clever ones have already rushed to other tabloid factories to see if they are still selling.

Some of them gave up directly, and went back in despair, not knowing what to do in the future?

Little Kyle is very clever, and after learning that newspapers are no longer sold here, he rushes to other newspaper factories and even a few black factories to connect people.

- They would print some Moulin Rouge books, pictorial magazines of villain fights...... Wait a minute.

Kyle Jr. has sold some and his business is not bad, but the risk is very high, and once he is caught, he will not only run out of money and goods, but even have to pay a fine.

When little Kyle saw that his companion was caught, he didn't dare to sell it anymore.

As a result, Kyle Jr. ran out of print, and all newspapers stopped printing. As for the connector of the black factory, he is nowhere to be found.

After a lap, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning, and little Kyle was very frustrated.

At this time, he could sell at least a few newspapers, and he should have had the money for breakfast.

Now he had not received a penny except the capital for the newspaper.

He wandered through the streets with a blank expression, like a walking corpse.

He had heard that the Puen factory had cut hours and raised wages, but it had nothing to do with him.

He was too small for the factory to want him at all.

His father died in a factory accident three years ago, and his mother said goodbye.

Now he and his brother are the only ones who depend on each other.

My younger brother is still young, only seven years old.

Without the income from selling newspapers, he doesn't know what else he can do in the future?

Little Kyle wandered the streets over and over again, and it wasn't until noon that the workers poured out of the factory and the streets were back to life.

He took out the capital to buy the newspaper, bought half a piece of sliced bread, and rushed home.

It says it's home, but it's actually a dilapidated shed.

After his father's death, the rented house was taken by the landlord.

Now this old shed is shared with Uncle Heller, a disabled person who lives on the streets.

It was at that time that little Kyle learned to read and write with Uncle Heller, and began his career selling newspapers with the sixty pence that Uncle Heller had given him.

Unfortunately, last summer, Uncle Heller's left leg was crushed by the machine, and he died of pain after two days and two nights of wailing.

At the time, little Kyle was so small that he couldn't even drag Uncle Heller.

He could only call the sheriff's office and drag Uncle Heller away.

Even now, when he thinks about it, little Kyle feels guilty.

He always felt that if Uncle Heller had taken the sixty pence to buy medicine, he might have survived the summer.

It was Uncle Heller who he killed.

In despair, little Kyle returns home.

Unexpectedly, a young woman was squatting in front of the door, peeling an egg while talking to her younger brother.

As he looked over, she happened to hand the egg to her brother.

"Who are you?"

Little Kyle rushed over frantically, pulled his brother behind him, and looked at the young woman with a wary expression.

He had read the newspapers, which said that some circuses would coax children to go with them, and then put the children in jars, and use the jars to fix the children's bodies, and make deformed people to be used for circus performances.

There are also terrible vampires who will send servants to prey on children and use them as blood food.

These urban legends, coupled with the often missing street children around him, have made little Kyle always very vigilant.

If it weren't for his younger brother's slow footsteps, he would have taken his younger brother with him when he sold newspapers.

"You're Little Radish's brother, aren't you? Hello, my name is Joan! Ingfield and the secretary of the National Compulsory Education Agency, I came here to inform you to go to school as soon as possible, the school is in the church, of course, it is now renamed Hope Primary School. ”

The young woman was half-crouched, smiling brightly and kindly.

When she spoke of "Infil Workers and Country", her tone was full of pride and pride.

Her smile made little Kyle's vigilance relax a little.

He didn't know if what Joan said was true or not, but even if it was, it had nothing to do with him.

"I'm sorry, we don't have the money to go to school," he said. ”

Joan smiled: "We don't need money, we don't charge for it, and this education fee is paid for by the Infield Workers and the State." ”

Little Kyle was shocked, "Is this true?"

"Of course, you see, this is an executive order signed by Mr. Benkemin himself, and of course it's true. ”

Joan opened the Internet and clicked on a new icon that appeared out of nowhere, and the title of a document displayed on it was "Notice on the Trial Implementation of the Compulsory Education Administration".

Little Kyle was completely stunned.

After a long time, he said, "Madam, I will send my brother over when I go back, thank you for coming to inform." ”

He decided to go back and ask someone.

If it was true, he would have sent his brother over, which was much better than staying at home.

In fact, he also wanted to send his younger brother to the church for trusteeship.

It is a pity that the pastors only need clean and decent working children, and they do not accept them as homeless children without parents or fathers.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're not too old, are you? Let me guess, are you ten years old?"

Joan smiled, surprised by little Kyle's little grown-up tone.

"I'm thirteen, ma'am!"

"Really? I really don't look out there at all. Joan became more and more surprised, the black and thin boy in front of her, she guessed that she was already trying to guess as big as she could at the age of ten.

In fact, in her opinion, little Kyle is at most eight or nine years old.

"Although you are a little older, according to the regulations, you can still enter school for free, and you can bring your brother with you in the afternoon!"

"No, ma'am, I still have to earn money. ”

"Your parents......" Joan closed her mouth before she could finish her sentence, she looked at the timid brother behind little Kyle, and the house made of a few logs and weeds, and already guessed something.

In the gloomy gaze of little Kyle, she smiled and said, "It's okay, the school provides breakfast, lunch and dinner for free, let's go together! If you are really thirteen years old, I can help you apply for a work-study program, according to the minimum wage law of the country and work, at least 70 pence a week." ”

"Seventy pence?!You didn't lie to me?"

Little Kyle's eyes lit up.

This is the salary he may not be able to earn if he sells newspapers for a week.

"Of course, this is the law!" Joan looked proud: "If you don't believe it, you can open the official website of Gonghe and the country and check the minimum wage law." ”

As Joan said this, she also called up the Minimum Wage Act on the virtual screen.

Little Kyle stared blankly at the document, and for a long time he muttered, "Infir Empire...... Why do you give us free school, and give us food?"

"Sir, I have to correct your mistake, now it's not the Infir Empire, it's the Infir Empire now! As for why?" said Joan solemnly, "Because under the banner of Akid, we workers have turned over and become the masters of the country." ”