Tomorrow's Ark, Second International

Seeing that Belinda didn't lie, it didn't matter to Ms. Orange Cat. She asked this question because of Yeyan's order, and she had doubts about the identity of the Rhode Island operator King of Advancement.

But it's just doubts, anyway, what does it matter, you hit yours, I hit mine.

Chapter 1588 Respect

Boris just got off the evening shift yesterday, which means that besides the necessary rest time, he still has more than eight hours to go to the place Robert told him.

After waking up, he still couldn't believe what happened last night, and then suddenly remembered that Robert hadn't told him when he should go there, so after taking out some hard bread and dealing with it casually, he left the space. There was no one's house, and he ran over directly.

He could walk to that address with his eyes closed. He used to work there when Xiaoqiu County was still prosperous, but later.

Factories were closed, equipment was sold, a large number of people lost their jobs, and a series of pasts that he almost didn't want to recall made him stop recalling the past, and it was nothing good anyway.

He was still a little uneasy, what exactly was Robert trying to tell him, and whether everything could be revealed here.

Continuing to walk towards the depths of the abandoned factory, Boris soon saw a figure walking out of a room. He seemed to have something on his mind, and he was holding a small bag of something in his hand.

"Garrideb, why are you here?"

Suddenly his name was called, and the man was startled, and the bag in his hand fell to the ground because he dropped it, and a few round potatoes escaped from it, and he quickly caught it back.

"It's Boris, you really surprised me, what you said... Could it be that you were also called here by him?"

While speaking, Garrideb kept looking at the former worker in front of him with scrutiny.

"Yes, Robert asked me to come here and have a look, and said he wanted to tell me something."

"Then go down from here quickly, and I'll go back first."

Hearing Robert's name, Garrideb also heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly ran away as if fleeing, hiding the small bag in his hand in his worn overcoat, it seems that he didn't want others to know what he had gained .

Boris and Garrideb are not very familiar, just the kind of friendship that can be chatted after meeting, but something happened to Garrideb recently, so Boris has not seen him for a long time.

It was only because Gary Deb lost his job because the factory believed that Gary Deb was no longer qualified for the current job, and because of his reasons the factory suffered losses, so he was dismissed.

But in fact, everyone knew what was going on. The equipment in the factory had various safety hazards due to disrepair for a long time.

Boris had encountered it once before, but because of Robert's efforts, the boiler did not blow up, but this time Garrideb was not so lucky. He not only lost two fingers, but also contracted ore disease.

The owner of the factory once thought about taking him to court and asking him to compensate the loss of the factory, but all this failed because of the solidarity of other workers.

After all, this is so ridiculous that no one wants to be the next Garrideb, but the workers still can't prevent the reality that he is fired.

He has a big family with a wife and three children. He could barely raise so many children with the hard work of the couple before, but now that one of the two pillars of the family has collapsed, the situation of their family is also rapidly. deterioration.

If there were no accidents, the tragedy that had happened countless times in Xiaoqiu County would happen again, and the big guys including himself were powerless to change everything.

Everyone has their own families, and they don't have much spare energy to help. Boris himself is a widower, and he still has some spare money in his hands because he has no family to support, but he can't help much.

But now it seems that Gary Deb really got help. The potatoes rolled out of the bag just now, but what about the ones that didn't roll out?

Boris saw a beautiful pink piece of meat through a gap, not something made out of starch, but a real piece of meat.

There is no lack of such things in his own diet, after all, one person can feed the whole family and the whole family will not be hungry, but Garrideb has absolutely no spare money to buy these things.

In other words, is the organization behind Robert helping her?This made Boris feel more favorable towards that somewhat mysterious organization.

As for whether the mysterious organization has any conspiracy?Not to mention his trust in his friend Robert, he really felt that it didn't matter if there was any conspiracy.

If you want to buy Garrideb to do something, those potatoes are enough, and an extra piece of meat is a completely unnecessary expense. This alone is much more generous than the boss of their factory.

If there is such a generous boss, he doesn't mind working for him. As for more, what does it have to do with him as a small worker?

Pushing open the door, walking along the dark corridor to the deepest point, opening another door again, a bright space appeared in front of him.

This place seems to be a classroom, with a dozen people sitting cross-legged on the ground obediently, watching a person who doesn't look like a teacher at all lecturing on it.

The lecturer made Boris' pupils shrink suddenly, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

That was an Aslan. Could it be said that the organization behind Robert was an Aslan organization?

But soon he felt something was wrong again. The words written by the Aslan man on the blackboard turned out to be...Tara characters.

What kind of magical reality is it that the Aslans, who originally existed only in legends and newspapers, are teaching Tara script to others.

Shouldn't the Victorians regard the Tara people as scum? Why would the Aslans, whom all Victorians look up to, be scumbags?

Although he didn't know why, Boris suddenly laughed out loud, not because of sarcasm, but because of a kind of happiness.

This is a special sense of being recognized.

This unrestrained smile also attracted the attention of other "students" sitting on the ground. Only then did Boris realize that some of these students were Ruperts, some were of other races, and among them were a few people he knew.

Without exception, they were all workers who contracted ore disease for various reasons and were subsequently expelled from the factory.

Who would have imagined that he, who was almost 40 years old, would still blush, and just walked into the crowd with his head down, and sat down together to listen to the lectures of the Aslan people above.

"So let's move on to the greetings in Tara. My father once told me that language is always the key to understanding each other. Saying hello in Tara when you meet people in Tara can also show your respect for each other. Respect, respect is also a necessary condition of friendship."

respect...

Boris repeated the word silently. A group of foreigners are learning Tara here. Although it is only the most basic greeting, he also really feels respected.

Chapter 1589 Shredder

"The weather is not bad today, but she hasn't come yet."

In the Rhode Island office in Xiaoqiu County, Oliver, the oldest operator in the office, picked up the leftover biscuits on the table last time. Because they were not kept properly, these biscuits were no longer crispy. The taste in the mouth is naturally not very good.

"I even bought whipped cream and waited for her. It's a pity."

"Thank you for thinking, the weather is so good today, there must be work in the army."

"That's what you said, she is only useful as a guard of honor at this time, right? How should I say it, the flag-raising ceremony?"

"Almost, I'll take a step ahead today, I have something to do."

"go Go."

The Rhode Island operator called Shredder speaks in a similar way to Patriot, they both like to jump out a few words, but Patriot's throat is eroded by Originium, while Shredder is mostly personal habit.

Thinking about his code name, it is inexplicably appropriate.

Shredder nodded to the other colleagues, and left the room alone.

"Is the shredder going to do that again today?"

Operator Will tentatively asked Operator Oliver, who also nodded.

"It's a good thing he still persisted."

"Well, you'll understand when you have a wife in the future."

Oliver raised his head, wondering if he thought of his wife and children who were far away in other cities, and said to Will again.

"Among our group, you are the only one whose home is in Xiaoqiu County. I'll give you a vacation today and go back early. Don't forget to bring them some gifts. They just got paid, so don't worry about it."

"Okay, okay, I'll go back now!"

Seeing Will running out of the office like he was running away, Oliver shook his head, he doesn't care if he is young now, but if he leaves his family in the future, he will know the difference.

The shredder didn't know what kind of conversation happened between the two colleagues after he left. He just went to the flower shop alone to pick out a few white flowers that he didn't know the name but knew, and came to the edge of the city alone. , put the bouquet of flowers there.

It's all about commemorating her late wife, and it doesn't have to be a fixed time, as long as he remembers it.

If there is any special reason, it's just that I want to talk to my wife.

He himself is not from Tara, but his wife is, so Xiaoqiu County can be regarded as Shredder's second hometown. Logically speaking, Xiaoqiu County is the best topic if he wants to talk to his wife.

But now there is no way to say this, the situation in Xiaoqiu County is getting worse and worse.

The coffee shop he met with his wife has closed down, and now Tara has fewer and fewer people who can drink coffee leisurely.

The statue of the Aslan people in the park passing by while walking was also smashed. The police have not found out who did it so far, but just arrested a few Tara people.

The little flower girl he met when he was dating his wife in the past has also disappeared recently. It is said that she died, but Shredder doesn't know why.

Even if I tell my wife about these things, it will only make her spirit in heaven feel uneasy.

This made him unable to speak, and could only sit blankly, recalling everything in the past.

"The white chrysanthemum expresses the mourning of the living for the dead. You must miss her very much."

"you are?"

After sitting alone for an unknown amount of time, Shredder suddenly realized that there was an extra person beside him.

She should look like a Victorian aristocrat, elegant and beautiful, but Shredder is not in the mood to appreciate such a woman now, and instead frowns.

The words of this Victorian aristocratic woman were too familiar, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Sorry for such a sudden conversation, but seeing you sitting here alone makes me a little curious."

"I'm not in the mood to chat, sorry."

From Shredder's point of view, this Victorian aristocratic woman is simply too curious, as long as he refuses so straightforwardly, she can be driven away.

"I think we should be able to talk."

However, the aristocratic woman was more difficult to dismiss than he thought, even after he said so, he did not leave and stayed where he was.

Since she was unwilling to leave, the shredder could only choose to leave by herself.

However, at the moment when he was about to turn around, the Victorian aristocratic woman suddenly uttered such a sentence.

"It was you who sent Robert to Edelweiss for help, Rhode Island operator Shredder."

Turning his head suddenly, the Victorian aristocratic woman still had an impeccable smile on her face. If an ordinary man saw this smile, he would probably fall in love with her elegantly.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Shredder would definitely think that what he just heard was just an illusion.

"What did you just say?"

"Can we sit down and talk now, Mr. Operator?"

If the paper shredder just felt a little annoyed by the woman who disturbed him, now it has become a deep fear.

Obviously she looks like a Victorian aristocratic woman with no power to restrain her chicken, but the shredder suddenly has such a feeling.

If he dared to attack rashly, then the one lying on the ground in the next moment would definitely be himself.

I am definitely not her opponent, maybe I am not even an opponent to her.

"Thanks to the shredder operator, you found such a quiet place, and you don't have to worry about being overheard when you chat here."