The miserable life of Arknights

"Hey Red, what do you think? On the matter of the new bill. Kugen looked at the man in front of him who was immersed in reading.

He knew that the other party had been listening to the movements around him, and the other party's ears were pointed.

"How else can you look at it, it's just that some people are unwilling to give up the interests that the infected people still have." Red didn't even look up, just silently turned the page of the book.

“...... You guy, it's so blunt. Bitter Root smiled wryly.

"What new bill?" Ah Shi was said by everyone in the clouds, as if... He is out of touch with the times.

"That bill to improve the treatment of infected workers! You know to drink all day long! This is a big thing that is closely related to us! Bean unfolded the newspaper and pointed his finger to the drawing of the new bill.

"Che, I thought it was something." Ah Shi waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

"You kid is still too naïve, I don't care about this kind of for a long time." Ah Shi said and took a sip of alcohol, and the original good mood seemed to disappear in this instant.

"What's the matter? You're not happy with improved treatment? Bean glanced at Red, who was reading on the other side, and the other party did not give any instructions.

Bean shrugged his shoulders and continued to bury his head in the newspaper.

"Do you really think that those noble lords will treat us infected people favorably? What to think! Ashi slammed the wine glass heavily on the table, emitting a heavy sound.

"Brother Ashi, if the wine glass is damaged, you will lose money." Cheng Sing wiped the glass that Jims had just drunk and reminded Ashi.

"Ahhh... Sorry, sorry. Ashi scratched his head a little embarrassed, and then said to Bien.

"I'll give you a ticket, this bill will definitely be rejected unanimously, and then everyone will treat it as if nothing happened."

"This is what to show you, they have always been like this, it is like playing us like animals."

Bien looked at Ah Shi, who became more and more excited the more he spoke, placed the newspaper in front of the other party, and pointed to the words on it: "Aha! Very regrettable! You guessed wrong.

"Look here, although the bill did not pass, it was not rejected."

Ah Shi looked at the unfamiliar words in the newspaper: "You just say it, I can't understand this." "

The parliamentary vote ended in a draw, and the final resolution will wait until the next time." Bean picked up the newspaper again and folded it in half.

"I still don't believe there will be a follow-up to this, but what does the newspaper say?" What exactly is written on that bill? "Ashi couldn't read those Victorians, even though he was a Victorian.

In fact, many infected people, civilians can not recognize many words, and few civilians can read.

Not to mention the migrants from other countries, some of whom do not even understand their native language, and Victorian is even more difficult.

"Wait a minute, I'll see.... I remembered some when I listened to the sermon earlier. "Bien is still idle here, he doesn't have a regular job, and when he lacks money, he goes to a temporary job.

Without too many fetters or things to constrain him, he was one of the few free men in Calaton.

"Oh, I found you, the bill says that the infected workers cannot work more than fifteen hours a day, and the factory needs to provide the infected with the same source stone protective equipment as the non-infected person..."

Ah Shi couldn't help but laugh when he listened, this was simply a big joke.

"Can this be true? How does that old saying come about? Ah Shi thought for a while, and finally spoke: "Can pies still fall from the sky?"

"You outsiders still see less of these things, but I'm a native of Craton." I have watched their manners all my life, and no one knows those noble lords better than me. Ah Shi raised his glass and was about to let Cheng Shan's add another glass.

"Brother Ashi, you have drunk enough today, not to mention, is your wine budget still sufficient?" Cheng Sing reminded the other party, so as not to overdrink and delay the business.

"Uh... This is also true, today's wine budget seems to be oversubscribed. Ah Shi looked at the money he was carrying with him in distress, the person who drank left, and the money for drinking was gone.

It's nothing short of a disaster.

"You expect those penny bad things to pull one out of their wallets for you?" Dream it. Ah Shi handed the wine glass to Cheng Shan, and took the wine money by the way.

"Alas, a little hope is always good." Bien patted Ashi's shoulder to comfort the infected man, who had lost all patience.

The other party does not see any hope here, and their flame of hope has been extinguished by the long-term oppression and deception.

"Don't be so pessimistic, ten years ago, who would have thought that Calaton's new policy on infected people could be implemented, right?" Red surprised everyone and spoke.

Red basically never takes the initiative to speak when reading a book, and has always been so.

"Boss Red..." Ashi looked at the man who was sitting and reading, the other party had helped him a lot, and there were Red's figures in many things in the factory, he was like a pillar of support for the infected Calaton.

Even a large part of the civilians respected him, and the guys in the gray area of the boiling zone would sell Red's face.

"Boss Red, you have also seen it, we infected people work in the factory, they only need to give us half of the salary. Those noble lords' wallets are bulging, of course they are happy!

"What kind of treatment of infected people, what safety of infected people, they don't care at all."

"Indeed, and many times even money is not paid, and the number is directly made up with salary tickets." Bean echoed that he had worked as a temporary worker, and the other party only gave him a salary ticket, which was limited and of no use at all.

That is, he does not rely on this to eat, and it is difficult to imagine what other people will become when they encounter this kind of thing.

"Things take time to develop, but you can be optimistic." The bitter root, who had been listening silently, spoke after drinking the fruit wine.

"You know, the City of Calaton's willingness to accept infected people from other cities and also provide them with jobs is absolutely unique in Victoria."

"It's also true, I've heard a few foremen say before, what does this policy seem to be called the 'Colombian model'?" Bean put down the newspaper in his hand and asked bitter roots.

"Are all Colombian cities like this?"

"This..... This is more complicated to say, but it is still a little different. "The situation over there is no better, or worse, or worse.

"Forget it, don't talk about this, are there other news?"