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Chapter 164 K

half an hour later

He Ao sat in the corner of the coffee shop, calmly turning on the tablet computer on the desktop.

Through the corner window, he could see the bustling crowd outside, many with smiles on their faces, and a large bag of bread flour on their shoulders.

He Ao knew that what they were happy about was not that someone stood up to fight for power for them, but that they received bread flour that could feed the whole family for half a month today.

Christos's speech was very provocative when he first heard it, but in the long history of Dawn City, more than one politician came to power with such slogans as 'increase wages', 'reform medical care' and 'increase taxes for consortiums'.

When the current mayor Went ran for office that year, he also declared that he would raise wages for everyone. During his eight years in power, the minimum wage per hour was increased by 0.05 federal currency.

It went up, but not quite up.

Even so, there are many consortiums and companies that will not abide by this minimum wage.

Take some service industries that require tips as an example. If the tips received by the waiters in the current month are less than the minimum wage, according to the law of Chenxi City, the boss should make up the minimum wage for them, but almost few bosses will do this.

The mayoral election of Chenxi City has become a game of selecting a relatively less bad person from among several bad ones.

"Hello, is anyone here?"

A gentle voice came.

Howe looked up and saw the smiling face of Christos.

He put down the tablet and said softly, "No, you can sit down."

"Are you not afraid that I will send people to surround this place?"

While talking, Christos picked up the tablet on the table and ordered a cup of black coffee, then he looked at He Ao, "Do you want something to drink?"

Howo shook his head, indicating that he didn't need coffee, then he looked at Christos through the thick mask and smiled, "You won't send someone to catch me."

This is his basic judgment on Christos after getting along with him several times.

Whether or not Christos will live up to his campaign mantra, at least personally, he is a smart and gritty man.

He won't be intimidated by a simple message.

"You seem to know me well?" Christos glanced at the short sword on the table that was put into a mechanical scabbard, and looked up at He Ao's weird mask, "What's your name?"

He had seen this short sword before. In fact, some of the mechanical materials used to make the scabbard for this sword were provided by him.

"Let's talk about something else first."

He Ao raised his hand, and the image on the bracelet was projected onto the desktop, which was the photo he took in the hotel room.

The photos clearly showed the bodies of the security personnel who had been dead for a long time leaning against the window, the sniper rifles scattered aside, and the assassin nailed to the wall.

Christos has a wealth of experience in being assassinated, and he immediately understood, "So who is the consortium targeting me this time?"

"Anvis Power Group."

He Ao looked out the window at the back door of Anvis Machinery Factory.

"It is indeed something they can do."

Christos smiled, he knew that Ho Ao could not simply mention to him, 'I helped you kill an assassin', so he asked, "Is there anything I can do? "

"I need you to do me a favor."

He Ao shrugged, "Perhaps there is no need to help me with this, I will contact you when the time comes."

"it is good,"

Christos readily agreed. He glanced at the dagger on the table and asked suddenly, "You should have listened to some of my speeches just now? What do you think?"

"If it can be done, it is naturally the best," He Ao leaned back on the sofa,

"But how do you do it? I hear you mean to target the consortium? Then how are you going to counter the consortium's well-organized security forces and those upper-level people kidnapped by their intertwined interests?"

"To be honest, I have no choice." Christos also leaned on the sofa, watching the workers coming and going in and out of the machinery factory outside the window,
"When I first became a city councilor six years ago, I pushed hard for a bill called the Hazardous Post Accident Insurance Act.

This bill requires all factories to purchase accident insurance for workers in dangerous positions. Before that, these workers had no protection. Even if an accident happened, they could only get a small amount of compensation. Bo, even if he sues, he can't compete with the well-paid lawyers.

I tried my best to get this bill passed, and negotiated with the financial and insurance consortium to minimize the insurance price and force the factory to implement it, and the result is, "

Christos looked at He Ao, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "These factories have united to fire these employees who are engaged in dangerous positions in batches, and recruit new employees at lower wages."

"The reduction of that part of salary is the cost of purchasing accident insurance?"

Howe looked at Christos.

"No, more than that," Christos smiled,

"After deducting the cost of accident insurance, they also lowered the wages a little bit.

During that time, workers stopped my car every day and insulted me, thinking that I made them lose their jobs or make their income lower. Later, under my mediation, these consortiums that controlled the factory agreed to raise their wages. Go back, and in exchange, I can't push any bills involving factories afterwards.

And even after the increase, these workers have not returned to their original wage levels. "

"How did you get revenge?"

He Ao looked at Christos and asked with a smile.

If Christos had really suffered so much, he wouldn't have the fighting spirit and influence he has now.

"I happened to know a friend from the FBI during that time," Christos didn't expect He Ao to grasp the key point of the problem at once, he chuckled softly,

"Then I happened to have some materials about the smuggling of wilderness materials by these consortiums, and happened to be seen by that friend. Later, a group of people were arrested and sentenced to imprisonment ranging from 3 to 36 months. Each family was fined about a few dollars. tens of millions of dollars.

After that, they agreed to restore the wages of these workers to the original level, and even increased them a little. "

"I probably know why they want to kill you so much."

Howard smiled.

He suddenly remembered the information about Victor from Slanka's family. According to the information, Victor may have personal relationships with Christos and Bald Smith.

In this way, Kristos may also have known Smith, so the "friend of the FBI" he mentioned is probably Selena's boss, the bald Smith.

"But after that, I've barely been able to push any bills through," he said.

Christos smiled bitterly, "In fact, for a long time, I have been thinking, is it right for me to do this, is it meaningful, should I continue?
After all, as you can see, these things are actually very difficult to succeed. The resistance I may face far exceeds my ability. Once I give up fighting for these things, with my current status, I can live a better life than most people. Everyone has a good life. "

Then he paused, cast his eyes on He Ao,

"But not long ago, I figured it out. Some things in this world always need someone to do it. Even if it is full of thorns, there must be someone who pushes through the first thorn and takes the first footprint."

"You may die."

He Ao looked at him calmly.

"Everyone will die." Christos smiled, "I only hope that when I die, the world will change a bit, even if I just ignite the flames in some people's hearts."

He took a meaningful look at He Ao, "When some people die, they die, and when some people die, they leave behind a blazing torch."

Of course, He Ao knew what he wanted to test. From the very beginning of this conversation, Christos was testing the relationship between He Ao and Roy. These topics themselves were not really mentioned casually, but designed.

"You asked the factory to buy the accident insurance, how much will you pay if you die?"

He Ao didn't answer his topic, but asked instead.

"The compensation for accidental death is 30 to 50," Christos answered patiently, "However, these factories generally only buy the standard insurance of 30."

"I see, thanks."

He Ao picked up the dagger on the table, stood up slowly, and pulled the handle of the suitcase beside him.

"So, what should I call you?"

Christos asked again.

"You can call me," Ho Ao took out a poker card from his sleeve and placed it in front of Christos,

"K"

"Is this your name, or the name of your organization?"

Christos picked up the playing card on the table and finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

What he said was actually asking whether He Ao, Roy, and even Rigit, who owned the dagger in the first place, were members of the same organization.

He Ao paused and said slowly,

"Everyone can be K."

After all, he dragged his suitcase and left the cafe.

"K..."

Christos picked up the playing card on the table.

It was a king of spades.

"Your coffee."

The intelligent robot delivered the coffee to Christos.

"Thank you."

Kristos reaches for his coffee.

At the same time, a hand stretched out from the side and took the poker cards from Christos' hand.

"It seems that your 'meeting' was good," the silver-haired man with ponytail looked at the playing cards in his hand,

"In playing cards, K means king, leader, ruler, and this word in older times refers to the person who inherits the position of leader.

The spade means sword, and there is a saying that it is extended to justice.

What does this mean?The king who wields the sword and defends justice? "

"Maybe someone just randomly drew a poker card and put it in front of me."

Christos shrugged.

"Also," the silver-haired man smiled, and he looked at Christos, "so this will be our new ally?"

Hearing this sentence, Christos thought for a moment, then shook his head,

"No, the people in this organization give me the feeling that they are more like passers-by in this world. As a member of all living beings, they witness the development of history and watch the development of history, but they do not participate in history. Complete your work step by step."

He paused, looking at the slowly closing factory gate outside the window, "Then planted the fire and let it burn in the direction it should burn."

"From what you said, it seems to be some kind of secret organization behind the scenes." The silver-haired man smiled and put down the poker cards in his hand. "The people in this organization seem to have a great influence on you?"

"Yes."

Christos nodded slightly, gradually recalling the scene of that man rushing towards the son of the evil god that night in his mind, "He made me believe that there are really heroic martyrs in this world,"

He retracted his gaze and looked at the man in front of him, "We are not alone."

The silver-haired man set his eyes on the playing cards in his hand.

He actually heard what He Ao said when he left.

'Everyone, can be K. '

-

Sitting in the taxi heading for Aston District, He Ao glanced at the three playing cards in his hand. These three cards were all K, but K of different suits.

He didn't do much research on suits, he just took the code name K.

"You have arrived at your destination."

The unmanned taxi stopped slowly, He Ao raised his head and looked out the window.

A shining signboard came into his eyes.

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