The newspaper boys who stopped Lynch found out after killing the masthead that the days of misery would not be changed by the disappearance of an oppressor who exploited them.

Many people always refer to the pain of life as having a rock on top of their head. As long as the rock is removed, life will be better. They even deliberately tell everyone in a bewitching tone that exploiting them It's the people who pay them salaries and give them money to support their families.

Maybe so, but not quite.

The masthead is dead, and the situation of the children has not gotten better, because it is not the masthead that really oppresses and exploits them, but the society whose core is interests.

Maybe even the disappearance of the masthead made life a little more difficult for these children. Without the masthead's social relationship, without his deterrence from outsiders, the children would not be able to enjoy the masthead they used to be able to get their hands on. Come nothing special, not even the source of their pain.

They can’t buy newspapers. In this era when print media still firmly occupy the main media channels, newspapers do not worry about the sales of newspapers at all. They can basically sell out every day they print, which also means that there will be some vacancies in the market. .

When the masthead disappears, other mastheads will want to swallow this share. They will take the masthead's share to squeeze the masthead's territory and market. Under the collusion of interests that the children do not yet understand, the newspaper is sold to other mastheads. .

Some newsboys they hadn't seen before also began to appear around here, waving freshly-baked newspapers with a strong ink smell and taking pay after pay from other people's pockets, the pay that should have belonged to them.

Not only that, the waste recycling station has a good relationship with the masthead for various reasons. Now that the masthead has disappeared, they have begun to unscrupulously lower the price of waste recycling to make more profits for themselves.

Anyway, these children have no way to fight against them, they can enjoy the money they squeeze without any worries.

Children always think that the masthead is the source of their nightmares, but at this moment they realize that their understanding of this society is really too shallow.

The masthead leaves enough money to last them a while, but if they can't find new income, that money will quickly run out.

Several older children think that it cannot go on like this. Once they can't give money to their parents or to the orphanage, they will be taken away, scattered, and sent to other places to continue to be oppressed and exploited.

Therefore, they must stand up and need to have income. They have resisted their fate and have successfully overturned a stone. Then they will continue to fight, and one day they will be able to clear the thick dark clouds and see the blue sky.

They found Lynch, maybe this is the easiest way they can think of at the moment.

Lynch looked at the two children and shook his head slightly, "Sorry, I don't do this kind of business anymore..."

With the closure of a large number of financial companies and laundromats, more and more people are aware that someone may play tricks on coins, and the coin exchange business has just reached its peak and then fell into a trough.

And with the bank's opening large cash withdrawal certificate, Mr. Fox doesn't need to use this backward method to make his money look more legitimate.

Although the two children wanted to show... the situation was calm, but the uncontrollable disappointment still showed on their faces.

The older children couldn't help but ask again, "Mr. Lynch, you are a good person, is there anything we can do?"

He was afraid that Lynch would say no, and then added, "We can pay less than ordinary workers, as long as we have food and a little pocket money, we don't have too many requirements."

See, the reality is so ironic. After they removed the stone, they recognized the reality, and now they are looking for another stone that looks more suitable for them, and plan to press it on their own.

The corners of Lynch's mouth twitched slightly. Every time he smiled, he was at his kindest. A smile was a language that spanned race, gender, age, education and understanding. Its affinity could ease anxiety. , can also be a bridge between strangers.

"I do have some work to do, but...", his smile became more kind, "...I know your boss, the masthead, if you need a job, you can ask him to talk to me. , it will be better.”

"I know you're employed by him, and if we talk past him about these things, he might be rude to you, and I don't want to see anyone get hurt in this!"

Listen, listen!

The benevolent and kind-hearted Lynch is really a kind-hearted person. Everyone's malicious view of him is just because they don't know him well. His serious expression makes the expressions of older children a little stiff.

Everyone knows, including Lynch, that the masthead is dead. That night, he was stabbed to death on the road out of the city by these big boys, but he is still emphasizing this thing he clearly knows, his purpose It's also fairly simple to make these kids realize that before they have equal access to adults, they have to have a bridge.

The bridge used to be the masthead, and now that they are missing, they have to find one, unless they can take on that role themselves, or give something.

The younger children haven't reacted to seeing the "elder brother" beside him. Even though he is mature enough to be called "little adult" in the eyes of most people, he is still a child.

A child's prematurely ripened mind will never be able to compete with an adult who is quick-witted and good at summarizing, so the child said something that should not have been said.

"The masthead? He's gone!"

The older child suddenly looked surprised. He grabbed the younger child and bowed to Lynch while pressing his hat and said goodbye, "Mr. Lynch, we have taken up your precious time, I'm very sorry..."

He was about to leave here with the younger child who had already realized that he had said something wrong. The death of the masthead was a secret except for the older children who knew about it, and not even the children in the dormitory. .

A secret that belongs only to their older children!

The federal government does have juvenile protection laws, but these laws protect the legitimate rights and interests of innocent, normal, and ordinary minors.

For juveniles who commit crimes, especially juvenile criminals in vicious cases such as homicide, the law has never advocated protecting them, and even more consideration will be given to sentencing.

If the sentence is too light, it will give these children a misunderstanding that "even if someone else's life is taken away, there will be no serious consequences", and if the sentence is too severe, it will make them hate and distort the psychology to hate the whole society. The serving of adult criminals is often very complicated, and needs to be supplemented by a psychiatrist. It is more like a process of going to prison than a prison sentence.

People often praise those juvenile criminals who are as numb as dementia and answering the standard answers that people need. Once again, the great Commonwealth has won the humanitarian war.

Okay, let's go, the two children were just about to leave when Lynch grabbed them.

"Not anymore?", he raised his eyebrows, "Did he run away, Michael has been sentenced, he shouldn't run."

The sudden steps made both children stunned. Lynch even helped them find ways and excuses to cover up. The two children who knew the secret but thought Lynch didn't know the secret suddenly had an idea - this man Afraid not to be a fool.

But just as they walked down this step, the younger child who knew he had made a mistake closed his mouth, and the older child nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Lynch, our Boss ran away..."

Running away is a street slang, which is very suitable for the environment this child has been exposed to. Lynch nodded with satisfaction, "It doesn't look like you are having a good time now?"

The eldest boy nodded again and again, "Yes, sir, we have a hard time!"

The kind and amiable Mr. Lynch breathed a sigh of relief, "I like children and have a kind heart. I have a job here, maybe you will like it." He seemed to have forgotten that he was only twenty years old.

However, his appearance is more mature now. It is not too much to say that he is twenty-four or five years old. When people in twenty-four or five years old look at these children, aren't they just children?

"Your kindness shines on people like the sun!"