death of hope

Chapter 293 "Corporate Warrior" (209) Traitor

Part of Taiwell's blog data was damaged, the log text became a series of meaningless garbled codes, and the pictures and videos became blank links. Even Shaft said it could not be repaired.

Lynch stared at the monitor, relying on high-strength coffee to suppress fatigue and drowsiness,

His hands were too big, he pinched the small mouse with two fingers, and slid the scroll wheel with his index finger. When he turned to the next article, he found that Taiwell's position had changed subtly at that time.

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Tywell's Facebook tweet, July 1951, 7,
Electronic journal, the message is only visible to the blogger himself.

Pandora ushered in the height of summer, and meteorologists issued a high temperature warning.

It's too hot, forty degrees, the street is like a barbecue stove, the asphalt road is about to melt, even the dromedary camels in the zoo are hiding under the artificial palm trees to enjoy the shade, no matter how unscrupulous the factory owner is. Turn on the air conditioner.

I'm one of a bunch of shirtless idiots sweating like they're in a sauna driving around in a cracked truck in this shitty weather, helping disabled people move west of town.

I don't know what they are thinking, they don't take any benefits, they work voluntarily, what are they trying to do.

Everyone was working, and I was too embarrassed to complain about anything at the time. After returning home, I filled half a bucket of water and lay down for a long time before recovering from heat stroke.

Some people in the organization are really sick, standing on the moral high ground and pointing fingers at union members.

At that time, I joined the organization to find someone to rely on, to avoid being bullied by a large number of people, and not to be charged protection money by gang members, not to move a disabled person for free on a hot day.

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On November 1951, 11, the blog was only visible to the blogger himself
There was a meeting this morning, and Davel, the lathe worker, accused me of not being firm.

After a spittle-spattering quarrel, I took off the union badge and slapped it on the table in a fit of rage, spit, slammed the door and left.

I feel so relieved, I feel so much lighter, and I probably should have done it long ago.

On the way home, I looked at the street outside the bus window and thought a lot,

In the past few years, I have been a complete fool, a dentist, as long as I manage well, I can enter the ranks of the middle class, why should I mix with a group of poor workers!

Thinking of this, I slapped myself on the forehead. The people on the bus thought I was crazy, and the female high school student sitting next to me quickly changed seats to stay away.

I saw this through at a very young age, unlocking moral constraints and life can be a lot easier.

A friend from the labor union called me to persuade me to come back, and for a while, the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and the more I took a step back, the more I lost my mind.
I told the caller the reason for the quarrel,

Davel is a radical and violent idiot, he got angry in the factory and wanted to organize a colony-wide strike,
I hope that miners, agricultural workers, production line workers, clerks, teachers, security guards sent by human resources companies will all participate. If you want to eat shit, his influence and charisma are far inferior to Patricia's, and no one likes him at all.

I kindly said that this was too dangerous, and if the matter was too big, it would definitely lead to bloody suppression by the federal authorities. He actually called me a coward, and his little brothers followed suit.

I was so angry that I broke the tea cup, I said, I'm not a fool,
I don't want to fight against the whole world, I haven't lived enough yet!I don't want to work with you lunatics anymore!This trade union member is not worth mentioning!After I finished speaking, I slammed the door and left, feeling really refreshed.

The high-level labor union was not there during the quarrel. It is said that Patricia Lynch severely criticized Darwell afterwards, demoted him to an ordinary member, and knocked on the door hoping to talk to me.

It's a cliché again, I'm already tired of hearing Patricia's daydreams.

Although I don't want to admit it, in my heart, I just envy him,
Why is he so popular as a poor worker? All the little girls and big ladies in the town are looking at him. Isn't it because he is taller, stronger, and more handsome.

Why is the magazine he edited so popular, and why is he marrying the school belle? It's really hot.

There were disagreements between us, but we didn’t tear ourselves apart. I nominally returned to the trade union and stopped participating in activities.

After thinking about it calmly, I still need the strength of the trade union to deal with Pandora's gangsters and bullies. After all, the police in the town can't be counted on.

I decided to gradually alienate Patricia and never have anything to do with his dangerous ideas and dangerous career.

Just wait and see, fools, I'm going to step on other people's heads, climb up the middle class, and climb into the upper class.

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For the next year, the blog data was damaged,
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1953. 2, 10

A private message from friend Patricia Lynch

(It was typed by his father himself!) Lynch immediately lost all sleepiness, and his eyes were almost glued to the screen:

"Hello, Tywell, you don't answer the phone, and you're not in the clinic, so you can only leave a message here.

Davier was arrested by an anonymous report and became a serious criminal.
Somebody took black money and sold out the union's plans, don't play tricks Tywell, I know it's you.

You shameful traitor!I also hoped that you could become our comrade, it seems that I was wrong!
The governor said he was going to hang Davill, his wife was going to be a widow, and his child was only two years old. It's all your fault!Take the black-hearted money that politicians and entrepreneurs give you, and go eat papa!

Tywell, pat your conscience and think about it, who will help you repair the leaky clinic,

It is us who will help you drive away the hooligans playing tricks on your wife!It's a trade union!It's organization!
When gangster boys come to collect your protection money, when we fight with sticks and bricks and dagger-wielding gangsters,
Why didn't you betray me then!

You treat your comrades like tool people!Throw it away when you're done using it!Just betray!Falk squid!Tywell!
You betrayed the union! X you!

Don't be complacent, you will have to pay for your betrayal sooner or later!

Do you think the pirates on the interstellar route are ruthless enough?No, the real demons are all sitting in the Council of Terra!
If you take their black money, you will be backlashed sooner or later!I'll stop here!Let's see! "

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On February 1953, 2, user Tywell hacked Patricia Lynch and logged off the blog.

Facebook will delete relevant data in half a year, thank you for your use!

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After turning off the monitor and rubbing his tired eyes, Marcus Lynch leaned back in his chair and looked at the flashing fire alarm lights on the ceiling.

(It turns out that Uncle Taywell is a traitor to the trade union. He has a guilty conscience and regards me as his father, so he was frightened enough.
Could it be... I rescued my father-killing enemy?
no... no,
I don't think this guy directly killed my father,

Taywell was nothing, just a coward who played with the wind, maybe he was involved, but he was by no means the main villain.

The union's newspapers and magazines were burned, and my father did not leave any other information.
I don't know what the dangerous thoughts in Taiweier's mouth are, but I firmly believe that my father is just. He loves us and Pandora. I hope everyone will live well.

All of this is definitely not an accident. I am now [-]% sure that the tragedy in Pandora is a man-made disaster rather than a natural disaster.

There is still a lot of key information that needs to be discovered urgently. According to the information collected now, there were many members of the trade union back then, and his father was also very prestigious, so it was impossible for him to be easily plotted against.

There must be something, an opportunity, an opportunity enough to make the conspirators determined to kill their father.

what is it then? )
(End of this chapter)