"Hugh, did your informant report to you about the anomalies in the East End? Well, about the workers. Grandin asked Hugh.

Hugh was stunned for a moment, and immediately spoke:

"I haven't been paying much attention to the East End lately, but we can ask right now. I have several informants in the workers' community, and the one closest to us is on the construction site a few blocks away. ”

After crossing several streets on foot, they found Hugh's informant at a construction site. The informant, wearing a hard hat and carrying a hammer in his hand, took a short break in the pergola.

They took the opportunity to walk up, and Hugh began to question his informant, Joel.

When the stocky man heard Hugh's question, he first wiped his face with a towel around his neck before saying, "I don't know." I've been working more lately, and I've had to work part-time jobs at the grocery store after work to make ends meet. ”

Sweat dripped down his short stiff beard and fell to the ground, and he wiped it haphazardly.

"Maybe you can go to Ryder at the Holler shipyard and ask Ryder, who has been very active lately, and has organized a group of workers and formed a mutual aid society. They had a party this afternoon, and I wanted to go too, but ......"

"Bell, bell!"

In the distance, brass bells hung from wooden poles were rung to signify the end of their break.

"Well, you can ask him anyway. I don't have much energy to focus on other things right now. ”

The man picked up a wooden ladle and scooped a spoonful of cold water from the pergola's water tank and drank it. After receiving the 2 Soules 'intelligence fee' from Hugh, he dragged the hammer away wearily.

Joel's wife used to work in a match factory. However, when she fell ill, she was soon fired by the factory owner, and now the family is supported by Joel alone. ”

Hugh put his wallet close to his body and explained casually.

Sicken......

Grandin remembers reading it in an academic magazine. Workers working in match-processing factories are prone to an occupational disease called 'phosphorus jaws' due to prolonged exposure to toxic phosphorus.

"Let's go and ask Ryder."

Hugh turned to make sure that his informant had no problems other than fatigue.

The three of them were not in high spirits, and no one spoke along the way.

Miss Writer had completely exceeded her walking limit today, so they had to send Forth home before going to the shipyard.

By the time they arrived at the Holler shipyard, it was almost 3 p.m. Next to the shipyard is the factory area, where a pale yellow mist envelops the area all day long, and occasionally there is a pungent smell that chokes people.

With a bit of reasoning and a bit of luck, they found Ryder in a dock at the shipyard.

There was a sailboat moored in the dock waiting to be repaired, and Ryder stood in the bow. Behind him was a sign written in rags that read:

"Eight hours of work, eight hours of leisure, eight hours of sleep."

Ryder stood at the bow of the boat, waving his arms as a way to strengthen the power of his words. He excitedly addressed the workers below:

"Friends! We have created a lot of wealth, but in the end we can't even feed ourselves! We pay for our labor, but they change their salaries at will, last week it was 21 soles, this week it is only 17 soles...... It's time for us to act! ”

Underneath the 'podium', a group of workers attending the event chimed in.

Grandin and Hugh stood in the corner, not disturbing the speech.

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"Ryder, they're skilled skilled workers, and now they don't even earn more than 1 gold pound a week......" Hugh lowered his voice, a little confused.

"This is normal, the biggest feature of urban life is that all the necessities of life need to rely on external supplies. Workers who lose their jobs will soon fall into starvation. Grandin covered his nose with his hand to ward off the pungent smell that came from time to time.

"This means that their lifeblood is firmly grasped by the factory owners. Coupled with the fact that there is now a large influx of people in Beckland, there is no shortage of people in the factory. Even if they have the technology, in the eyes of the factory owner, it is probably just a relatively easy to use part......"

Hugh opened his mouth slightly, listening to Grantin dissect the grim reality.

"Ryder!"

A worker in yellow overalls burst in. Because he was running so fast, he crashed directly into the gray wall of the dock.

He gasped and shouted, "Here come the strips!" ”

These words were like a switch, and the crowd that had just gathered together instantly dispersed, and quickly left the dock like the ebb tide of the sea.

Ryder, who was on the podium, rolled up the banner and jumped to the ground with a sling. As he fled, he cried out:

"This Sunday! My friends, let's take action! ”

Grandin and Hugh looked at each other and ran after Ryder. M..coM

"Toot-toot!"

The siren was already sounding behind them.

Fortunately, the dense fog here helped them, and the police lost their target in the fog. Grandin and Hugh intercepted Ryder behind a factory building in the factory area.

"Huh, you, who's who?" Ryder bent over and gasped, his hands on his knees, "I haven't seen anyone run like this yet." ”

"Ryder, it's me." Hugh removed the cap from his head, exposing his slightly immature face to the yellow smoke billowing from the factory.

"Hugh, it turned out to be you...... I thought it was plainclothes ......," Ryder muttered, his expression relaxed.

"Ma'am, sir. We should talk somewhere else, and it's not safe here. Grandin frowned, the spicy smell in the air made his lungs very uncomfortable.

"Oh yes. I know a path, follow me. ”

Ryder pulled down the banner wrapped around him, folded it, and tucked it into his work clothes.

......

In a tavern on Riverbend Avenue, the three Grandin sat in an unobtrusive corner.

Grandin paid and ordered three random glasses of Southwell beer, and when the bartender brought the drinks, he tried to talk to Ryder, but Ryder only swallowed his beer.

Grandin pushed his glass to his side, "Feel free, I'm in for a treat today." ”

Ryder licked the corners of his lips and greedily drank most of the beer in one go, and then sighed contentedly:

"It's been a long time since I've had a Southwell beer...... Generally, I order a cup of rye and drink it slowly. ”

Hugh worried, "After today's incident, it will probably be difficult for you to return to work at the Holler shipyard. ”

The police were able to come so quickly, someone must have secretly reported the news. So even if Ryder wasn't caught this time, he was targeted by the police.

"It's okay, huh! Hateful thief. I've thought about it a long time ago. I can change my name, change my hairstyle, and get a new job. There are so many people in the East Side, they can't catch me at all. Ryder gritted his teeth and continued, "And someone has to do it, and it just so happens that I don't have to worry about it, so it's best for me to come." ”