"Assassination is the origin of what we are talking about today, but it is not the root cause. I am sitting here today not to denounce the murderer in the loudest voice. This is what the FBI and the city police department should do.

"I just want to talk to you about what the city government has implemented in the past year, why we have to implement these things, why these things led to this assassination, and what we should do next."

A calm and gentle voice slowly came from the bracelet. It didn't sound like a condescending reprimand or instruction, but more like a relative sitting next to him who was telling what he wanted to tell.

Zhaojia, who was sitting on the bed in a daze, lowered his head and began to listen carefully to the old man's speech.

The old man's old voice echoed in the somewhat empty house, passed through the undulating window-sealed posters, was submerged in the patter of rain, and was submerged in the dilapidated, silent and gray city.

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Under the hustle and bustle of the street, people walking stopped beside the street, looking up at the huge advertising screen above their heads and the gentle and kind old man on the advertising screen.

"When I sit behind this desk, I see faces before my eyes.

"Among them are employees of consortiums in factories, mines, and grain factories, as well as waiters standing in front of the counter or walking between desks, and even people lying in bed, unable to receive treatment, struggling to survive.

"Ilan City is facing an unprecedented crisis, a turning point in history and destiny in the past eight hundred years.

"Under this crisis, the vast majority of people in Yilan City can only earn meager wages and struggle to obtain food and housing to barely survive. They can only use their little wealth to buy medical supplies that are not enough to treat their diseases.

drug.

"Jobs that may be lost at any time, endless accumulation of debts, painful and incurable diseases, these things are entangled in everyone, taking away our lives little by little.

"This is a crisis that concerns the vast majority of people in this city and is still affecting this city.

“In order to respond to this crisis, we have made many efforts, the two most important of which are the health insurance bill and the employee protection bill, and these two bills can also be attributed to the same purpose.

"That is to ensure that every citizen of Yilan City, ensure that we, our children, and our descendants have the right to live a healthy life under the sun.

"In our city, 20 percent of the people are employed in the mines,

"The vast majority of them suffer from dust, noise, toxic gases and intense heat, which causes them to suffer from pneumoconiosis, deafness, organ failure and other diseases.

"But when the disease defeats them, the mines that employ them will not provide assistance. These mines that profit from the work of the people of Yilan City will not spend a penny to treat the miners.

, but will ruthlessly abandon them,

"They will take out at most a few hundred federal dollars, just like a ferocious crocodile leaving false tears, and throw these banknotes out of the mine together with people who have lost the ability to work due to illness.

“People who suffer from diseases due to work often do not have any medical insurance, or only have the lowest-priced medical insurance. They cannot afford high surgical and medical expenses, and have lost the ability to work, so they can only rely on cheap medical insurance.

Drugs, to sustain life through pain and suffering.”

Outside the White Jasmine Palace, standing in the dripping wind and rain, listening to the old man's words, Liz subconsciously clenched her hands.

The old man's speech on the screen continues,

“Such a phenomenon does not only appear in mines, but also in every job, in machinery factories, chemical plants, agricultural factories, and even in hypermarkets and fast food restaurants.

“Employees who are accidentally injured or die due to work, like employees who become sick due to exposure to pathogenic substances, cannot receive any compensation and have no way to treat their injuries or diseases. Many family members of the deceased cannot even pay for the expenses of their loved ones.

Funeral expenses.

"But the mines, factories, the owners of all these, the consortia that own all these, they squeeze the lives of their employees and make a lot of profits. Their rulers live a life of luxury and lust, and they really can't do anything.

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“The federal government has no shortage of equipment to deal with dust and toxic gases, nor does it lack safety measures to reduce noise, but mines will not purchase them because it will increase the cost of the mines.

“People who are unable to work due to illness will not receive compensation from the consortium and will not increase the costs of the consortium, but improving the working environment of employees will really cost them money.

"Thirty years ago, I sat in front of an old man's bed, holding her withered palm, and watched her die of illness.

"She had two sons. One died in the factory without receiving any compensation, and the other died at home because he could not afford medical expenses.

"More than 70% of the people in Yilan City are employed by large cross-city consortiums and need to face hospitals from large cross-city consortiums. This crisis covers Yilan City and the entire federation.

"So we need to implement the Employee Protection Act: raise the minimum wage, require consortiums to improve the safety of each employee, deal with dangerous working environments, and purchase corresponding accident insurance for each employee - if they are injured or sick,

You will receive basic compensation.

“So we need to implement the medical insurance bill so that every employee can get medical insurance, let the medical consortium lower the price, make the undesirable diseases affordable, and let everyone have access to treatment.

"I did all this, so I got attacked.

"Protests, smear campaigns, assassinations, they used all their power to silence my voice and make me speechless forever.

"They don't want us to be able to live in the sun, they want to continue to control this city and squeeze money out of every life.

"We live in an ancient city. In the nearly eight hundred years since the city was founded, under the white jasmine flag, we have suffered countless attacks.

"Crisis after crisis tries to conquer us, but we are still here.

"Defeatism has never been recorded in the dictionary of the Elan people, and we will not back down from it.

"At this moment of historical intersection, at this moment that determines the fate of Elan, I want to tell the people of Elan bluntly,

"The crisis will not stop, and the attacks from the consortium will become more violent.

"We are now at a crossroads that will determine our destiny and that of our children and grandchildren.

"If we don't want our children to live the same life as us and our parents, and if we don't want our children to have to rely on cheap medicines and wait to die of hunger and pain like us when they get sick, we need to unite and jointly deal with the consortium and deal with

this crisis,

"Next, I will continue to promote more reform policies and draw our weapons against the 'rich' 'financial groups' who created this crisis, for our sake and for the sake of our future generations.

"I firmly believe that a bullet can penetrate my chest, but it cannot penetrate the faith of the people of Iran.

"We will eventually get through this crisis, unite, and victory will be ours."

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FBI

Levis stared at the screen in front of him that was paused after the speech. He tremblingly took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his hand, and brought it to his mouth while shaking.

But before the cigarette reached his mouth, it fell to the ground. He picked it up tremblingly, brought it to his mouth, and bit it with a pale complexion.

He fumbled for the cigarette lighter, lit it and held it tremblingly a few times before bringing it to his mouth and lighting the cigarette.

He took a deep breath, and the rich smoke poured into his lungs, seeming to relieve his tension and fear.

He put down his cigarette, glanced at the FBI agent beside him, and then turned back to look at the old man on the pause screen. He raised his throat and spoke with a slightly uncontrollable and suppressed vibrato.

"He's crazy."

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