Silence

From the perspective of the Working Class, Labor Union are Working Class greatest support.

Indeed, this seems to be the case. With the help of Labor Union, capitalists and politicians have been forced to draft many policies and bills concerning their welfare benefits, protecting their rights and ensuring their livelihoods.

On paper, the image of the Labor Union is that of a worker smiling towards the sun like a hero.

In reality, Labor Union are, to some extent, both protectors of workers and partners of capitalists. The widely circulated cases in which they stand on the side of workers and win are actually against small, unknown local companies.

Try dealing with a large corporation? The lengthy litigation process and costs alone are enough to make the Labor Union compromise and give up. So in such situations, they will switch roles and use the benefits of the Group Company in the name of helping the workers to keep quiet.

They will "win" all sorts of benefits for the workers, but sometimes they are actually saving money for the capitalists. They have many ways to do this and make the workers believe that they are right, just, and moral.

Of the workers Asier visited, about 30% had died from a series of complications due to various reasons.

Less than 10% of people have health conditions worse than average; the rest suffer from various illnesses, but there is nothing they can do about it.

From the moment they signed the documents with the company representative in front of the mediator in some Labor Union office, and pocketed the hush money that the company had intended to give them but they thought they wouldn't get, they lost the responsibility to continue pursuing the matter.

When they spent all that money and realized it wasn't enough to restore their health, let alone make their lives miserable, they were powerless to do anything about it.

These people are less alive than dead; their bodies and souls are mostly numb and dead.

Without hope, without a future, living each day in agony is no different from being dead; it's just that people's instinctive attachment to life keeps them going.

No one pays attention to them, and society doesn't report on them. These things are ruthlessly suppressed, becoming the foundation upon which this glorious society was built, or even less than the foundation itself.

Have they lost their value? Not at all. When Labor Union, local governments, or certain people need them, they will reappear in a way that "shakes society and the world."

They would show their pain to gain tears, sympathy, and strength from others.

But none of this really matters to them. In the end, they won't gain much from it, perhaps some symbolic donations and access to treatment they can't afford. Then they'll go back to their lives, waiting for the day they're needed and remembered again.

Hundreds and thousands of such or similar things make up our society. Prosperity is no longer prosperity, but this is life, this is the real world.

"They're so pitiful, Mr. Lin Qi, I..." Asier's expression was more vivid than ever before, perhaps because his immigrant status gave him a strange sense of empathy. "I know I shouldn't say this, but can we help them?"

Lin Qi held his coffee, but he actually preferred smelling it to tasting it. He took a small sip, put the cup down, and looked at Asier with a half-smile until the latter lowered his head and apologized to Lin Qi for his impulsive words.

"Mr. Lin Qi, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have influenced your judgment."

Lin Qi pursed his lips, his expression remaining largely unchanged. He neither accepted nor refused the apology, but instead asked an unrelated question, "Asier, do you know why the ultimate goal for a businessman is to become a capitalist?"

Asier thought about it seriously for a while, but in the end he shook his head and said he didn't know.

Lin Qi smiled slightly, "It's actually very simple. Businessmen are still human beings, and they still have human emotions. Their thoughts will be bound by their emotions."

"Only when they rise to the level of capitalists and completely shed their human instincts and impulses will they no longer be constrained by human emotions in their behavior."

Lin Qi paused here, "You don't need to apologize to me for your thoughts. I am not a capitalist yet, nor do I intend to become one."

"I've always said, I've told you, and I've told my partners, that while making money is important, taking on social responsibility is even more important!"

He looked directly at Asier, his voice neither loud nor manic, everything as calm as ever. Yet, deep within Asier's excited heart, it was as if he had seen a newborn sun, radiating boundless light! Lin Qi raised his hand and gestured, "Make arrangements. I need to meet with these people. I want to see them with my own eyes. Also, arrange to meet with some newspaper reporters. We need to make a big scoop."

Although he had achieved his goal, Asier was not as happy as he had imagined. Instead, he was somewhat puzzled. "Mr. Lin Qi, would you be so kind as to tell me why you did this?"

Lin Qi pondered for a moment before smiling and saying, "This is responsibility, Asier. The greater your ability, the greater the responsibility you bear."

"I am a human being, not a capitalist, and I will never do the same things as them!"

Perhaps inspired by Lin Qi's words, Asier quickly completed the task Lin Qi had given him, and even exceeded expectations.

This once again proves that when people act for their own desires or goals, they often put in more effort and energy than when they do things for others.

In order to make this meeting or something go well, he specifically talked to the Welfare Home Director Welfare Home Director, who agreed without hesitation, and he didn't mind the exposure of any issues.

For basic charitable institutions like Welfare Home, there are no donations without public exposure, and the Director is very cooperative.

On the morning of December 30th, Lin Qi and a group of reporters arrived at the Welfare Home.

The reporters didn't know what they were supposed to do before they came, but they came anyway because Lin Qi had summoned them.

Lin Qi is a very charismatic young man, and of course, the money in his wallet is also very attractive. Every time they attend a press conference or something held by Lin Qi, they can get some extra benefits when they leave.

Don't underestimate those pens, notebooks, and inks just because they're not worth much. These little things are great at winning people over. Not to mention, they also contain vouchers for goods from the Interstellar Trade Company. They can get a second-hand item of a certain quality for free, and these second-hand items look brand new.

But today, after they got off the bus, the smiles on their faces disappeared. What they saw was very disturbing. A young Female Reporter even covered her mouth and nose and ran out of the Welfare Home. She returned after a while, pale-faced.

Before them were more than twenty deformed elderly people, some of whose bodies were swollen like balls, their facial features severely damaged, as if burned, and squeezed together.

His skin was cracked, revealing rotten flesh or pus inside, and he smelled foul.

Some people have swollen and enlarged parts of their bodies, while the rest of their bodies are just skin and bones.

some people...

This place is like hell; the stench of decay permeating the air sends chills down everyone's spine.

"Gentlemen, this is what I hope you will record and report..." Lin Qi looked at each reporter, "I don't need you to boast about me or hide anything. Just use the most truthful language to describe what you have seen and heard, so that more people know that there is such a group of people and such things!"

Next, Lin Qi shook hands with each of the elderly people very kindly, even though some of them had lost their hands long ago, and even their arms were half rotten, exposing white bones and black necrotic muscles.

They smelled strange and foul, but Lin Qi seemed completely unconcerned, sitting with them and asking them questions.

Behind every deformed elderly person is not just the tragedy of one person, but the tragedy of a group of people, the vast majority of whom are the result of different workplace accidents.

Toxic material leaks, radioactive material exposure, machine malfunctions... behind every accident, there are more than one injured person!

Absolutely horrific?

Horrifying?

That's not enough! As he was about to finish interviewing these elderly people, Lin Qi spoke to the reporters about them and things that society will never know.

"In fact, many more people are suffering like this, but at least they are still alive and have the opportunity to see the light from all sectors of society. But some people have already died, leaving this world in the darkest time of their lives..."

In Lin Qi's account, the Listoan Group became the devil's mouthpiece, with at least ten seriously injured workers dying in their hospital beds because the company refused to pay their medical bills.

The reason for all this is that the medical expenses for these people far exceed the Federal death benefit standards.

They prevented the workers from receiving medical care and even filed lawsuits to bankrupt their families, all in an effort to hasten their deaths so that the company could pay a severance package that might not actually be much for them.

In order to save money, even demons are not as professional as them, and such a thing happened in what was once considered the most glorious era of the Federal.

These journalists, who believed they had witnessed all the ugliness and darkness of the world, were still shattered by the news they received today! On December 31st, the headlines of most local newspapers unexpectedly became unified, including influential publications like the Sabine Daily!

—"Hell is empty, all the devils are here!"

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