Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

Newsboy Kyle Jr. never imagined that his favorite movement to cut hours and raise wages would upend the empire—and his job.

He lost his job!

As the birthplace of the time reduction and salary increase movement, Pune City responded to the new Infel almost immediately when the time reduction and salary increase movement destroyed the empire and established the Infel Labor Republic.

Sir Brad, the owner of Infel's largest shipyard, Kosol Shipyard, immediately responded to Infel's call.

He raised workers' wages, cut working hours, and even organized manpower to help the Public Security Bureau maintain order and distribute food.

It can be said that because of Sir Brad's joining in Poon City, the change of status among the citizens is almost a matter of course.

I have great expectations for the newborn Yingfei Gonghe Guo.

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

On the second day after the Time Reduction and Salary Increase Movement captured the imperial city and established the Yingfei Industrial Republic, he ran to the newspaper factory in the dark, waiting for freshly released newspapers in the cold wind.

Although he was young, only thirteen years old, it was probably because he touched too many typefaces.

He can be described as a precocious teenager.

He knew very well that newspapers with such a big event must sell well.

So he rushed over early.

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

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

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

"The newspaper factory was closed yesterday. Didn't the adults tell you? Pauli's editors have all been recruited by the superiors. They are all writing news on the Internet. Look, everyone has the Internet. Who wants to Read the newspaper!"

The janitor casually summoned the virtual screen, and with a flick of his finger, dense news appeared in the section of the Infer Mansion newspaper.

The newsboys were dumbfounded.

They know a lot about the Internet.

In fact, while waiting for the newspaper in the morning, many people turned on the Internet to discuss the new Infeltech.

for example:

The legendary descendant?

Bluetooth king?

Ben Keming stabbed His Majesty the Emperor to death?

……and many more.

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

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

It's just that they didn't expect that the heroes they admired would destroy the livelihood they depended on for survival.

"Grandpa Hogan, is it true that the factory won't print newspapers in the future?"

"Then what shall we do?"

The newsboys yelled in disbelief.

But it is an indisputable fact that no matter how noisy they are, the silent shutdown of the printing factory.

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

For them, they don't know what else to do besides selling newspapers.

Some clever ones have rushed to other tabloid factories to see if they still sell it.

There are also some who just gave up and walked back in despair, not knowing what to do in the future?

Little Kyle was very clever. After learning that newspapers were no longer sold here, he rushed to other newspaper factories and even several black factories to meet people.

——They will print some Moulin Rouge books, villain fight illustrations...etc.

Little Kyle has sold some and the business is pretty good. However, the risk is very high. Once caught, not only will the money be lost, but even a fine will be paid.

After Little Kyle saw that his companion was arrested, he didn't dare to sell it anymore.

As a result, all of Little Kyle ran away, and all newspaper factories stopped printing. As for the contact person of the black factory, they are nowhere to be found.

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

At this time in the past, he could sell at least several newspapers, and he should have enough money for breakfast.

Now he has nothing in his hand but a penny for the cost of the newspaper.

He wandered the streets in a daze, like a walking dead.

He heard that the Puen factory has reduced hours and raised wages, but these have nothing to do with him.

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

His father died in a factory accident three years ago and his mother left without saying goodbye.

Now only he and his younger brother 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, until the workers poured out of the factory at noon and the streets were bustling again, he barely came back to his senses.

He took out the cost of the newspaper, bought half a slice of bread, and rushed home.

It is said to be a home, but it is actually a dilapidated shed.

After his father died, the rented house was taken away by the landlord.

Now this old shed is shared by Uncle Heller, a disabled person living on the street.

It was at that time that little Kyle learned to read and write with Uncle Heller, and started his career as a newspaper seller with the sixty pence that Uncle Heller subsidized him.

Unfortunately, last summer, Uncle Heller's left leg, which was crushed by the machine, continued to fester and deteriorate. After two days and two nights of wailing, he died in pain.

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

He could only call the Public Security Department and drag Uncle Heller away.

Thinking about it now, little Kyle feels guilty for a while.

He always felt that if Uncle Heller would spend the sixty pence on medicines he might be able to get through the summer.

It was Uncle Heller that he killed.

In despair, little Kyle returned home.

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

When he looked over, she happened to pass the egg to his brother.

"Who are you?"

Little Kyle rushed over frantically, pulled his brother behind him, and looked at the young woman warily.

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

There are also some terrible vampires who will send servants to plunder children and catch them as blood food.

These urban legends, coupled with the often missing street children around him, made Kyle very vigilant all the time.

If it wasn't for his younger brother's slow pace, he wished he would bring his younger brother with him even when selling newspapers.

"You are Little Carrot's brother, right? Hello, my name is Joan! I am the director of the National Compulsory Education Department of Infield. I am here this time to inform you to go to school as soon as possible. The school is in the church. Of course, there is now It was renamed Hope Primary School."

The young woman was half squatting, with a bright and kind smile.

When she talked about "Infield Work and Country", her tone was full of pride and pride.

Her smile made little Kyle slightly less vigilant.

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

He said, "Sorry, we don't have money to go to school."

Joan smiled: "We don't need money, there is no charge, this education fee is paid by Infield."

Little Kyle was shocked: "Is this true?"

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

Joan turned on the Internet and clicked on a new icon that popped up at an unknown time, and the title of a document displayed on it read "Notice on the Trial Implementation of the Compulsory Education Department".

Little Kyle was completely stunned.

After a long time, he said: "Ma'am, I will send my brother there later, thank you for coming to inform me."

He decided to go back and find someone to ask.

If it is true, he will send his brother there, which is much better than staying at home.

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

It's a pity that the pastors only want clean and decent children of workers, and they don't accept street children like them without parents.

"If I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't be too old, right? Let me guess, are you ten years old?"

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

"I'm thirteen, ma'am!"

"Really? You really can't tell from the appearance." Joan was even more surprised. She guessed that the black and thin boy in front of her was ten years old as much as possible.

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

"Although you are a bit older, according to the regulations, you can still enroll for free. You can bring your younger brother with you in the afternoon!" Joan said.

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

"Your parents..." Joan closed her mouth before finishing her sentence. She looked at the timid younger brother behind Little Kyle, and the house built with a few logs and weeds, and she already guessed what it was.

Under Little Kyle's gloomy gaze, she smiled and said, "It's okay, the school provides free breakfast, lunch and dinner, let's go together! If you are really thirteen years old, I can help you apply for a work-study program. The minimum wage law in the United States is at least 70p a week."

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

Little Kyle's eyes suddenly lit up.

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

"Of course, this is stipulated by the law!" Joan said proudly, "If you don't believe me, you can open the official website of Gongheguo and check the minimum wage law."

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

Little Kyle stared blankly at the document, and for a long time he murmured: "The Infer Empire...why do you give us school for free? Give us food?"

"Sir, I have to correct your mistake. It's not the Infel Empire now, it's the Infel Workers' Republic now! As for why you did this?" Joan said solemnly: "Because under the banner of Agito, our workers He has turned himself over and become the master of the country."