The sin of wearing a crown

"Ah...! It's you!"

As soon as Arthur saw Lin En, he remembered who he was. After all, he was the only young gentleman who was noble but not overbearing, and could make people feel good from the bottom of their hearts.

After receiving Lin En's guidance and help, Arthur naturally had a good impression of this young gentleman.

It was another unexpected reunion, and of course he warmly invited Lin En to take a seat. After Arthur was happy, he thought of Qian Ning again, and couldn't help but smile a little bitterly. Linn slowly sipped his wine and waited for the sad rookie doctor to organize his words. After about a few minutes, Arthur slowly spoke. .

"Have you ever been to Squirrel Street or walked further down it?"

"No, but I've heard of it."

Lin En answered truthfully that he had not done any social research yet, after all, his energy was focused on Extraordinary relations. Mr. Xiao's understanding of Xiacheng District largely depends on what he saw during his previous investigation.

"Actually, the situation down there is very bad." Arthur tightened his hands hard and stared intently into the wine glass. This was a typical expression of nervousness and fear.

"How bad?"

"I don't know how to describe it, but I feel that the current environment in Xiacheng District...can't be regarded as a living environment for people at all. They used to be serfs, but now they are worker slaves." The rookie doctor took a sip of beer for himself. After being emboldened, he angrily said something more dangerous.

Work slaves, this was the reason for the last workers' riot.

It is a pity that in this kind of riot struggle, because there has never been a program and the right path has not been taken, even the birth of a trade union is controlled by the upper class. Lin En is very curious. It seems that no thinker in mainland China has devoted his attention to the people at the bottom, and materialist dialectical thinking is rarely even sprouted.

"The war is over. Everything will be fine when the treaty is negotiated, funds will be injected again, and the bakery will be at full capacity. Then everything will be fine."

Although I don’t want to admit it, the dividends of war will indeed be swallowed up by capital, and the incidental benefits will also allow the lower class people to enjoy material benefits.

Even if this kind of plunder after saturation is only temporary.

After all, if you want to cut leeks, you can't cut them to death, right? You have to do it one crop at a time.

"Really? How long will it take?" Arthur's eyes lit up. He was just a medical student from a poor background. He had no vision from a macro perspective and did not understand the fundamental reason for the poor economy.

So Linn's somewhat simple and easy-to-understand words actually cheered up Arthur.

"It will probably be time to wait until the treaty is signed, the country's industrial structure is adjusted, social problems emerge and are solved, the unemployed are re-employed, and the administrative agencies are functioning." Lin En threw out a piece of official nonsense, He has been reading a lot of documents and newspapers recently, and of course he has become proficient in official accent.

The translation of this passage is: When the gentlemen have divided the cake, it will be your turn.

Arthur was obviously not high enough and didn't understand Linn's weird and shady words. He just thought he was very powerful and high-class. His eyes couldn't help but brighten, and he looked at Lin En with a lot of respect.

People who can describe the operation of a country are themselves a rare talent worthy of respect.

In fact, Lin En could go to Whitehall and earn a living as a civil servant just by looking at him.

"How is the free clinic situation in Xiacheng District? It must have helped a lot of people. Have you been troubled by gangs? If so, you can say hello to me."

Linn took the initiative to raise the topic, and he was happy to help the rookie doctor with good senses.

As a member of the [Lamp Holder], Linn actually said hello to Elba Field, and it was no problem for the gang that controlled the downtown area to provide convenience. Although these gang leaders have backers, Lin En is not going to crack down on crime and eliminate evil, so he can completely avoid direct conflict.

Of course, if given the chance, Linn wouldn't mind changing the social environment.

"Many people were injured due to factory machinery problems, such as steam burns or transmission mechanism collisions. They were unable to continue working and had to lie in a very harsh environment, like a chicken coop. Once they are injured, they can only lie down and have no money..."

Arthur was a little stuck as he spoke, and Linn raised his eyebrows and made a comment.

"No savings."

"Oh, yes, they have no savings. Without savings, they can only survive at home. The situation gets worse and worse, and the wounds often get worse without effective treatment. Qian Ning and I helped a hundred and forty people, but, Those who take opium..."

Arthur couldn't go on talking anymore. As a human being, when a living person saw how bad the living environment of similar people was, it had left him with indelible psychological trauma.

"Who do you think is responsible for the injuries?" Lynn certainly knew what drug addicts looked like.

"Government?" Arthur hesitated.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, Arthur, our government has worked very hard to balance its functions, but considering that the insightful people in Whitehall are working very hard, of course it is the factory owners who have to share the burden of such things. Who hires , who is responsible, the contract was witnessed by [Sewing Mouth]," Linn said while mocking the fools in Whitehall.

"Ah this..."

When Arthur heard this, it seemed that this was true.

"And in front of us, isn't there a gentleman who knows the situation of work-related injuries in Xiacheng District in detail, and who is kind-hearted and has a sense of justice? If he can, he can give advice to newspapers, people around him, or government officials..." Although Lin En still I have never been in politics, but my appearance at this moment overlaps with that of politicians. I also invented a new term that makes capitalists breathless, work-related injuries.

"Ah, you mean."

Feeling suddenly enlightened, Arthur pointed at himself with a trembling hand. He was excited and a little scared at the same time. Linn, on the other hand, was smiling and nodding gracefully and dignifiedly.

"Oh my god, gods, this, this... thank you so much, Mr. Lynn."

"You deserve this." Linn thought that since Arthur had investigated, it would be a pity not to use it, so he made a point.

This is also an opportunity for Lynn, an opportunity to change some aspects of society.

As they chatted and laughed, Lin En lit the seeds for a possible storm.

"Oh, and in Xiacheng District, the health department is also promoting a new type of treatment to alleviate people's mental symptoms. Qian Ning and I have no difficulties in Xiacheng District, but we are also grateful for your kindness."

"Well, it's a good thing to have treatment." Lin En nodded and asked casually. "What kind of treatment is that?"

"Prefrontal lobotomy."

For a moment, Lin En felt like a bolt of lightning struck his head, and his heart felt as if ten thousand grass and mud horses were roaring past. What the hell is this a government order? In order to avoid unrest in the lower city, the noble gentlemen are actually doing this kind of work? Turn violent people into zombies?

"Hey, Lynn, Sophia wants to see you."

Before Linn could calm down and continue discussing the Ministry of Health's decision with Arthur, he was called away by Sophia.

Thank you for the price you pay, say farewell under the cherry blossom tree, defend me in China, Jun Qingyi’s monthly ticket.