Empire of Shadows

The weather gradually cooled down, which became more friendly to those fat people, at least they didn't need to sweat in the scorching sun.

Jonny sat in the prescription doctor's office of a pharmacy with a pale face, and handed over the prescription in his hand.

The doctor sitting opposite him glanced at it briefly, then looked at his arm, a little curious, "Do you mind if I take a look?"

Jonny shook his head, "Of course not, as long as you prescribe the medicine for me."

The doctor checked Jonny's fractured arms, which were recovering well.

The radius itself is a bone that is prone to fracture, and fracture after being violently hit is inevitable. Its recovery period is not long, although Jonny is older.

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Moreover, its impact on life is not that great.

Through the examination, the doctor could roughly see that the recovery was good. Jonny can now use some strength to grip things.

But strangely, he always said that his arm would hurt regularly, and it was unbearable pain.

The hospital has recently encountered some problems and refused to provide him with painkillers, but the attending physician introduced him here.

"Although I don't understand why you are in pain, but since you need it, we can give it to you."

"Do you know how to use it?"

Jonny nodded repeatedly. The doctor tore off the form and handed it to him. He couldn't help but exclaim after just one glance, "It's more than a dollar more expensive per dose here than in the hospital."

The medical doctor was not surprised, "If you buy it from here, it will not be on the list of medical insurance reductions. You can choose to pay me the money above here, and then I will give it to you."

"Or you can go to the hospital to buy it, their price will be lower."

Thinking that the hospital refused to give him medicine, he still paid the money.

The medical doctor took a few pills, briefly told him the usage rules, and then gave it to him.

Looking at Jonny's leaving back, the doctor shook his head slightly. He actually knew that this painkiller was somewhat addictive, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Or rather, doctors throughout the Federation don't pay much attention to this. As long as they can solve the patient's pain and sell the drugs to create profits for themselves and the pharmaceutical company, they are still angels!

As for addiction?

That's not their business!

After Jonny got the painkiller, his whole body seemed to relax. Although he himself felt very strange.

His arm almost never hurts 99% of the time, but it always hurts suddenly, so much that he can't bear it. Maybe it's because it hasn't healed yet, he said to himself.

Just out of the pharmacy, the sunlight shone on his bloodless and unhealthy skin, and behind the confusion in his eyes was unease and fear about the whole city.

Lance suddenly tilted his head. He seemed to see Jonny, but when he looked again, he had already driven far away.

Even if it was, he wouldn't stop.

He had just made a phone call to Vaughn, wanting to meet Vaughn.

For this generous Mr. Lance, Vaughn was also willing to meet him.

The two still met at the coffee shop outside the pier. The Dockworkers Union was not far away, and Lance's labor agency was not too far from here.

"My colleagues have asked me to thank you, Lance. The coffee you gave them was delicious."

Lance couldn't tell if he was lying, but he didn't care about it, "Then you can take some back when you leave today. I just saw that they have donuts. Maybe your colleagues would also like to have some donuts while drinking coffee."

The two sat down separately. After the coffee was served, Lance told him about his situation, "I recently plan to open a garment factory. I need some skilled workers, but I am not very familiar with this. You know, there are no such jobs on the pier."

There is only heavy physical labor on the pier, and basically it is the kind without technical content.

Vaughn joked, "The Federal Warden knows more skilled sewing workers!"

Lance reacted after a while, "Very funny."

Vaughn was a little embarrassed, and he quickly changed the subject, "I can't help you with this matter, but I can introduce you to someone from the Labor Union."

As the one who shouted "Workers Unite" and thus triggered the birth of a super civilian political group in the history of the Federation, the Labor Union is a force that cannot be ignored anywhere!

This group of people, all composed of skilled workers, has a pivotal super status in the industrial field, and some politicians have also been born from it. In other words, they are the core pillar of the Federation's light and heavy industries.

Especially in some heavy industries, having skilled workers and not having skilled workers are completely different. The skilled workers in the Labor Union cover the entire industry.

If they decide to sanction a factory, they only need to let all the skilled workers in the factory go on strike collectively, and the factory will immediately fall into a state of shutdown.

Unless the capitalists completely break up at the cost of losses and do not use skilled workers, they will not be threatened by the Labor Union.

But especially in heavy industry, if they are all novices, the boss would rather shut down the factory immediately than let the assembly line start.

As long as he wants to continue production, he must negotiate with the Labor Union. This is also the period when the Labor Union and the union have the strongest power. They can even be one of the keys to influencing the presidential election!

Vaughn, as the vice president of the Dockworkers Union, a branch of the union, must be very familiar with the people of the Labor Union, because everyone is a labor brother, and they usually have contact and cooperation.

He took out a pen and planned to write Lance a contact information, but Lance refused, "If you don't have other urgent work next, we can go together."

Vaughn considered it and agreed. The main job of the Dockworkers Union is to coordinate the conflicts between dockworkers and capitalists.

Now there is actually no substantial conflict between the dockworkers and the capitalists. On the contrary, there are many conflicts with those illegal immigrants, so Vaughn can leave at any time.

Lance called the waiter, "Send twelve cups of coffee and twelve donuts to this address..., the rest is the tip."

He left five dollars, which was enough to pay for these things, and there was about seventy or eighty cents left for the tip.

What made Lance feel strange was that the waiter didn't leave immediately after receiving the money, but stared at Vaughn.

Vaughn was a little embarrassed by his stare, and coughed lightly, "I'm full today."

Only then did the waiter leave.

Lance looked at him a little puzzled, and Vaughn was embarrassed to say that after Lance left last time, he saw that there was more tip money, so he ordered a double-layer beef burger, and could only reluctantly explain, "Sometimes I eat lunch here, you know, our lunch is irregular, sometimes earlier, sometimes later."

A good explanation, Lance didn't care about this, and the two then got up and left.

On the way, he suddenly remembered something, "Vaughn, can you tell me who is reporting us?"

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to talk to them. We are all working class, we should be brothers, not enemies."

"Maybe I can convince them, so your work will be reduced a lot."

He asked Alvin to inquire, but Alvin didn't have any connections among the local workers. All the people he knew were illegal immigrants and immigrants.

Illegal immigrants and immigrants are not with these local workers. They don't even walk together after get off work, so it is difficult to find out who reported such core key content.

Vaughn hesitated a little, and Lance continued to persuade him, "Recently I have been thinking that politicians deliberately promoted this anti-immigration wave in order to create opposition."

"We believe that every worker brother of ours is kind and innocent. We should not be used by capitalists and politicians. I will try to persuade them."

"And you know, I am also a federal person. On key issues, I will stand on the side of the federal people."

Perhaps the "federal people" moved Vaughn, and he finally agreed, "Those lists are in my office, I'll get them for you when I get back."

"Thanks!", Lance replied with a smile.

The Labor Union is on the industrial zone side. The two crossed the entire city. It was already evening when they arrived here, but fortunately they hadn't left work yet.

Vaughn is more familiar with the people here. In King's Landing, dockworkers are the first-tier labor force!

Soon he brought Lance to an office and knocked on the door.

The doorplate reads "Textile Workers Liaison Office", followed by the name of the person inside, "Debbie Jones", which looks like a lady.

"Come in!", the voice also shows this.

Vaughn glanced at Lance, opened the door, and motioned him to go in first.

After entering the office, the decoration here is simple, but not simple. Ms. Debbie, who is sitting behind the desk processing official documents, looks about thirty-five years old, wearing a hair tie and a bubble-sleeved collarless pink polka dot dress.

She has golden brown hair, and looks like Vaughn, not like a worker.

This is very strange. These people who represent the working class do not look like workers. Perhaps this is the most fantastical point in the federal political environment.

But... who cares?

The less she looks like a worker, the more relieved Lance is. After all, everyone knows who is easier to deal with between someone who only talks about ideals and someone who talks about everything.

It wasn't until Vaughn came in that Debbie showed some smiles. She even stood up, which shows that Vaughn's position in her mind is obviously not low.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"President Vaughn?"

Vaughn laughed heartily as he walked forward, shaking hands with Ms. Debbie, who came around the desk. "Sounds like a great deal, but I wouldn't dare promise anything."

Their conversation suggested they were very familiar with each other, which Lance didn't quite understand.

Then, Vaughn began to introduce Lance, "My friend, a fellow worker, Lance."

"He runs a labor agency, solving employment problems for people who need work."

Debbie's eyes lit up, and she proactively shook hands with Lance. Someone who could help solve job placement issues was crucial to them, people who came from the working class and served the workers.

In some respects, what they needed to do and what they wanted was no different from politicians, but only in some respects.

"You can call me Debbie, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lance."