Shadow Empire

Chapter 848 The Wrong Road Leads to the Wrong Destination

Oger was very frustrated, at this moment he felt he had been cheated!
In just a few days, everything changed!
At this moment, he, a man in his forties, was leaning in his wife's arms and crying like a child.

His wife tried to comfort him, holding back tears, but it was no use.

"We are going to lose everything!" he said.

The bank will auction his house, which has not yet paid off the mortgage, and the money from the auction will not even be enough to pay all his medical expenses. He and his wife and children will become homeless and live on the streets.

Reid's factory has fired him. If he wants to find a job in his current condition, he has to wait until he fully recovers!

He doesn't know how long it will take him to get back on his feet, and the doctor told him that he still has some follow-up physical therapy to do.

He needs money.

There has never been a moment like this one, which made him so eager for money and so full of regret for the stupid things he had done!
His wife couldn't help but start crying, she knew very well what it meant to "lose everything".

It means that their twenty years of hard work after marriage will be in vain, and all the happy moments they had in the past will become meaningless!

This society is like a monster that tears them apart and then swallows them into its stomach.

But she could only comfort the man, "Everything will be fine, maybe there will be a turn for the better."

At this moment, the obvious sound of footsteps coming from the distance came from the man. The man looked at the reporter approaching with a slightly wary expression on his face.

The reporter stopped about two meters away from them. He raised his hands slightly to show his harmlessness. "I am a reporter. If you don't mind, I can take my business card out of my pocket."

Oger nodded, and then the gentleman took out a business card, stretched his body as much as possible, and handed it over.

Oger took the business card, but his vigilant expression did not relax. Instead, he asked, "It says...you are an editor-in-chief."

The man smiled gently, "I used to be a reporter. I didn't lie."

Oger looked carefully at the "Mason" in front of him, and his expression gradually eased, because the other party's dress did not make him look like a... liar or something.

He dresses elegantly and tastefully, and most importantly, he has a great temperament.

"Sorry, I just went through some..."

Editor-in-Chief Mason nodded and took a step closer. He raised his hands and made a downward gesture to comfort them. "I know. If I were you, I would do the same."

He paused, "You're in trouble now!"

A very affirmative expression, Oger could only nod in agreement, and added a description, "A big trouble!"

"Mind going over to the side and chatting with me?"

Ogg shrugged. "Can it be worse than this?"

Pushed by his wife, he sat in a wheelchair and came to a small coffee shop not far away with Editor-in-Chief Meisen.

A very basic coffee shop, not even a place to sit, people would take their coffee and leave instead of enjoying it.

The new industrial area has a strong working atmosphere, which is unlike the Bay Area.

Bay Area coffee shops have a large outdoor seating area and indoor area where well-dressed people may spend thirty minutes or even an hour or two.

And the time they waste will not have any impact on their work or life.

But it doesn’t work here. People don’t have that much time to stay here. They have to speed up, speed up, and speed up again!
The high-intensity work of eleven to twelve hours a day leaves them with no time to do this, whether they are at work or after get off work.

They prefer to hold a cup of coffee and drink it while walking, and finish it when they reach the assembly line. The refreshing effect of the coffee allows them to cope with the next work.

At noon, if you have more money, you can have another cup, and you will be full of energy for the whole afternoon.

Even supervisors and managers often order takeout instead of sitting here.

God knows what will happen after they leave, they won't be away from their jobs for long.

Editor-in-Chief Mason ordered three cups of coffee, and the three of them came to his car. Editor-in-Chief Mason opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, facing Oger who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"I have heard about your situation. I think your case is very representative. I want to report what happened to you so that more people can see it."

"I'll give you twenty dollars for reporting your true situation."

"And if more people see it, it might trigger some public attention, and maybe your problem won't be a problem anymore."

"How about it?"

"Do you want to agree?"

Og took a sip of the bitter coffee and asked, "Do I have any other choice?"

Editor-in-Chief Mason knew this would be the structure. He took out a notebook and a pen and said, "Let's get started now."

He placed the coffee cup on the passenger seat cup holder and asked, "Who do you think is responsible for your current situation?"

"The factory where you work, your manager, the labour agency, the refugees you come into conflict with, or the unions and labour federations?"

Oger is representative in a certain sense. He is a member of the trade union and a registered member of the AFL. He is a skilled worker and enjoys various benefits from the trade union and the AFL.

Using him to speak out is more representative than finding an ordinary worker.

Oger was a little confused. He held the coffee in both hands. His hands were probably the hottest part of his body right now.

He didn't know how to answer this question, so he could only lower his head and think.

"I don't know, the manager...he's been pretty nice to us, to be honest."

"After the Chinese New Year this year, we got a salary increase and some meal allowances."

"As for the labor agency, I'm actually not familiar with them at all. I've always worked in a factory and have no direct relationship with them."

"Some people say they will destroy the entire labor market in Jingang City. I don't know what that means, and I don't know what it will look like. But for me right now, they don't affect me at all."

“As for those refugees… they said that these refugees were arranged by the Wanli Group.”

Editor-in-Chief Mason wrote down every word. "Oger, you know that the Federation is a place that abides by the law. Do you have evidence to prove this?"

Og shook his head. “Everyone is talking about it.”

"Everyone is still saying the president is a lizard man."

This made the depressed Oger couldn't help but laugh twice, "Well, I don't have any evidence."

Mason nodded. "So...what do you think of unions and the Federation of Labor?"

"If they hadn't started this strike that had nothing to do with you, do you think what's happening now would have happened?"

This sentence made Oger, who originally did not think there was anything wrong with trade unions and labor federations, even more confused. It seemed that... what Editor-in-Chief Mason said made a lot of sense!
If they had not pushed for such a strike march and protest, he would not have appeared in the port area that day, but in the production workshop in the new industrial area.

While flirting with those beautiful female employees, he required others to work strictly according to work rules and procedures.

Find faults with them and act tyrannically.

Oger grabbed his hair fiercely with one hand. Editor-in-Chief Mason described this scene in the book.

"When I mentioned the unions and the labor federation that were behind all this, the lame man pulled his hair in pain and regret."

"It can be seen that what he probably regrets most now is that he was incited."

After a long while, Og finally sighed and said, "I don't know what to say, Mr. Mason, they do have some problems."

Editor-in-Chief Mason went on to add an adjective, "Big problem!"

"They used their unachievable demands to divert conflicts, causing confrontation and conflict between you workers and the Wanli Group." "But in fact, there was no conflict between you. I heard that you are still working for the Wanli Group's factory. They hired you and did not fire you and use those illegal immigrants or refugees."

Oger regretted even more, “Yeah, but I’m fired now!”

Editor-in-Chief Mason asked, “Because of what?”

Oger answered almost automatically, "Because I participated in the strike."

"Who asked you to join the strike?"

"Trade unions and labor federations..."

A horse, a sheep, a donkey, any animal, including humans, once led by the nose, will soon have its thinking aligned with the guiding thinking.

Editor-in-Chief Mason used some very simple methods, without any complexity or skill, to impose his own views on Oger and make him believe that these were his own ideas.

He was in pain, at this moment.

And the people he resented the most were the trade unions and the labor federation. If they hadn't instigated him to participate in strikes, marches and demonstrations, none of this would have happened!
He can still get a salary of 70 yuan every month, and he will pay off his mortgage this year and live a happier life!

He was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe. How could he do such a stupid thing? !

Editor-in-Chief Mason was very satisfied with the results of the interview. He also took a few photos of Oger as evidence of his pain.

As the interview was almost over, he asked, "How much do you owe the hospital?"

"More than nine hundred dollars." Oger's voice was already filled with deep fatigue.

"So the unions and the labor federations don't care about you anymore?"

He did not answer this question, but continued to remain silent because the answer was obvious.

If the unions and the AFL hadn't given up on him, he wouldn't be here, having these things said to him.

Editor-in-Chief Mason sighed, "Nine hundred dollars. Unless God opens his eyes and sees you, I can hardly imagine where an ordinary family can get this much money in such a short time!"

Oger suddenly looked at him with hope. Editor-in-Chief Mason shook his head directly, "Don't count on me. I'm not a philanthropist. I can't give you the money."

"If you don't mind me arranging for someone to follow you and film you these few days, I'll give you another twenty dollars."

"It may not solve your problems, but it may make your big problems a little smaller."

Oger did not refuse. Now he was willing to try anything as long as he could get the money.

Editor-in-Chief Mason then called two of his trusted reporters over.

Every "manager" will have subordinates whom he trusts and those whom he does not trust.

Subordinates who gain their trust will obviously get more opportunities and have more channels for advancement, as long as they don't perform so badly.

The two reporters came quickly, and Editor-in-Chief Mason went to another corner with them alone.

"Your job is to follow him 24 hours a day and record everything that happens to him."

"He now owes the hospital a large sum of money. The hospital will definitely take legal action soon. If they don't want to lose their house and all their years of hard work, they have to find a way to raise the money."

"You are not only responsible for recording and reporting on them, but also for guiding them."

"Whether you can win the Golden Newspaper Award this year depends on this time."

The reason why the editor-in-chief is the editor-in-chief is not only because of his excellent administrative ability, but more importantly, he has won the Golden Newspaper Award!
He knows how to sting society!
And he was very clear about one thing: the federal government does not like unions or labor federations, and this is something everyone knows.

So he could conclude that this report would definitely win the Golden Newspaper Award.

He already has the Golden Newspaper Award, and his current height makes him realize that the Golden Newspaper Award is actually... just a toy. What he wants is not the Golden Newspaper Award, but a better path to advancement!

His two trusted reporters wanted to seize this opportunity, and he also wanted to seize this opportunity.

The two trusted reporters had not won the Golden Newspaper Award yet, and they were considered the editor-in-chief’s apprentices, so they listened very carefully.

"Go guide him in several ways."

"First, let him find a way to get into the casino with all the money he has now."

"If the money is not enough, let him find a way to mortgage the property to the bank as soon as possible and use the loan money to go to the casino."

The two trusted reporters felt a slight chill in their hearts, but they still listened and took notes carefully.

One of them asked, "What if he doesn't go?"

Editor-in-Chief Mason smiled and said, "You can bring some magazines and newspapers that introduce casino games and lottery winners and put them where he can see them. You should make him want to give it a try."

The two trusted subordinates nodded one after another. This was all fucking experience, which would never be taught to them under normal circumstances. It seemed that the editor-in-chief also had his own "mission".

"Second, there are many girls who work as prostitutes on the street. You can try to guide his wife in this direction when you are chatting with her. I heard that he has a daughter who is in high school."

"Don't be so deliberate. Just casually let her know, as if you were talking about some material for a report. Let her feel that it won't take long for her to pay off all her debts."

"As for their daughter, you can think of a way to make her feel guilty and have a sense of mission that her parents have protected her from the wind and rain for more than ten years, and now it is her turn to repay the family."

The two of them recorded in silence. They realized the gap between themselves and the editor-in-chief, and why the other person was the winner of the Golden Newspaper Award and the editor-in-chief of Jingangcheng News Group.

And they, after all these years, are still just insignificant reporters.

"Third, if they can handle it, then guide them to... You know, I don't really want to talk about this."

"But all stories that can be sublimated must have tragic endings. Comedy cannot shock people, just like comedy cannot impress the judges to give you a Golden Newspaper Award."

"Only a bloody death can deeply hurt society and hurt everyone. Do you understand?"

The two reporters took a deep breath. The editor-in-chief was really not a human being, but his ideas were really awesome.

Editor-in-Chief Mason patted the two on the shoulders and said, "I'm counting on you!"

“I hope I’ll have the opportunity to see your names on this year’s Golden Newspaper Award candidate list and vote for you!”

All previous winners of the Golden Newspaper Award will become ordinary judges of the Golden Newspaper Award. They are eligible to vote for the nominated news and candidates. The one with the most votes may not necessarily win the Golden Newspaper Award.

Because in the end there will be a judges' and executive committee's final review, and they have the right to veto.

But with the most votes, the probability of winning is definitely much greater than with fewer votes or no votes!
The three of them returned to Oger. Editor-in-Chief Mason looked very elegant, like a gentleman. "Oger, I have already talked to my reporters. They will follow you and report on your situation during this period."

"This may attract some attention. We will publish the details of your need for help in the report, and maybe someone will donate money."

"So... this isn't just for me, it's for yourselves as well."

Oger took a deep breath. This was indeed a possibility. He nodded vigorously, "I will cooperate!"

Editor-in-Chief Mason walked over and put another twenty dollars into his hand. "I will also keep an eye on you. I hope you can get through this difficult time!"

He paused, said hello to Og's wife, and then left by car.

After watching Editor-in-Chief Mason leave, Ogg said to his wife, "Mr. Mason is a good man. Everyone is staying away from us now, but he is willing to help us."

The two reporters' mouths twitched. Perhaps Mr. Oger didn't know what the ultimate goal of this "good man" was.

The strike in Jingang City did not work and began to spread more widely. This was the first time in recent years that a strike organized by the federal labor federation failed.

Of course, they were unwilling to admit failure. They began to collect evidence, trying to prove that the refugees were related to Lance and the Wanli Group, but it was meaningless.

Because this city, from top to bottom, inside and outside, is full of Lance's people!
As for those who want to talk nonsense, they may be liquidated before they even have a chance to speak nonsense.

(End of this chapter)