My Prime Minister is so cute

Phoebe took two deep breaths, calmed down, and said, "Uh, but, this can be avoided, right? As long as we keep it confidential, even if it is exposed, we can clarify it in time..."

"Yes, it can be avoided."

Bird asked, "But why leave yourself open to this, Miss Phoebe?"

"......"

Phoebe realized her mistake at this time and a look of shame appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bird, I didn't think about it that much. I was just concerned about satisfying my own heart."

After she apologized, she couldn't help but ask, "But why didn't you stop me?"

"Because you have weight, Miss Phoebe."

As he spoke, Bird's eyes inexplicably fell on the secretary's heavy chest, but he immediately turned back and said seriously, "After weighing your weight and the gains and losses of this matter, I chose to remain silent. This satisfies your slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, or perhaps your sense of justice, whichever is better."

"Quantity?"

Phoebe blinked.

Bird nodded and said, "Yes, you are the daughter of Prime Minister Hong, so I asked you to stay by my side, tell you what I know, and satisfy your obsessive-compulsive disorder in some small matters. For example, today, if I insist on refusing, do you think the district chief will agree with your suggestion?"

Phoebe thought it made sense at first, but then she felt something was wrong and frowned, "Mr. Bird, did you know Nora was my mother the moment we met?"

Bird: “…”

"...In short, what I want to tell you is that only people of importance have the luxury of justice and kindness." He continued, "Do you think I would pay attention to anyone who asked for it? Of course not."

Phoebe watched Bird change the subject.

I recalled when we first met, he seemed to always look at my chest from time to time, which made me feel a little uneasy, but from one day on, he suddenly seemed to become much more polite...

Could it be that?

The secretary blinked her beautiful black eyes and glanced uncertainly at Bird who was still talking.

"In summary."

Bird spread his hands and concluded with a smile, "So from now on, if you want to uphold so-called 'impartiality' on my side, then work hard to increase your influence. When I make decisions, I will consider your feelings and make concessions that suit your wishes."

"As long as the content is sufficient, no matter how outlandish or unrealistic your ideas are, I will do my best to satisfy them, even if it takes a lot of effort."

Although he speaks in a more direct way.

But Phoebe also knew that these words were indeed valuable experiences and were generally not told to others.

"So how can I increase my weight?"

Philip asked for advice.

"That's a lot to think about. You'll have to figure it out yourself," Bird said with a smile. "Miss Phoebe, our most important goal right now is to express our concern for the injured workers and to arouse the public's empathy. How should we do that?"

"Arrange the mayor's schedule to personally visit the injured workers at 9 a.m. tomorrow. Contact a Fox News reporter in advance to interview them nearby—they're a relatively cooperative newspaper. Then publish a story about the injured workers' current situation, such as their inability to work, difficulty taking care of themselves, and the medical bills they still owe..."

"Congratulations, weight +1."

Bird applauded: "If a deputy is excellent and capable, even if he occasionally talks too much, it can be tolerated."

"Hey, is that all?" Phoebe was a little surprised.

"It's not as difficult as you think. Of course, it's not that easy either," Bird said. "Okay, do you understand now?"

"Roughly the same......"

At this moment, Philip suddenly remembered his previous guess and looked down at himself.

Her long black hair was curled up and neatly tied up at the back with a hairpin. She wore a professional black tight suit and skirt, which covered her plump breasts which were much fuller than those of her peers and her slender waist which could be held in one hand. She exuded a rich aura, and paired with her still slightly childish face, she looked mature and immature at the same time, with the charm of both a mature woman and a young girl.

Mr. Bird, do you like this?

I thought his favorite was girls like Avril Lavigne, who were thinner and slimmer.

Phoebe wasn't sure, so she tentatively whispered, "Mr. Bird?"

"Do you have any other questions?"

Bird asked casually, shaking the wine glass in his hand.

"If I treat you to a meal, can you increase the portion a little?" Phoebe asked politely.

Huh?

Bird raised an eyebrow, glanced at the secretary's uniform, and then calmly looked away: "Of course, no one would refuse an invitation from a beautiful lady - I didn't expect you to learn so quickly."

Phoebe lifted the hair hanging by her ear, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly, then immediately straightened.

"Yes, Mr. Bird," she said.

Chapter 159 Bet

"Newspapers for sale, the latest papers!"

Early the next morning, the newsboy began hawking newspapers at the top of his lungs: "A shocking tragedy! A grave injustice! Only two dollars a copy!"

Harvey was originally hurriedly packing up the things he needed for setting up a stall, preparing to go to the market to set up a stall. However, after hearing about the "shocking tragedy", he couldn't control his curiosity, hesitated for a moment, took out two wrinkled dollars from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Give me one," he said.

"Good."

The newsboy took the money and handed over a newspaper swiftly.

Harvey took the newspaper, but didn't rush to read it. Instead, he put it in his trouser pocket and planned to read it when he was free.

In fact, he was reluctant to buy newspapers at first. Although he could read, newspapers were still relatively expensive. So he usually borrowed other people's newspapers and read them together with a few others, or simply listened to people chatting and talking about the news in the newspaper.

However, with the popularization of electric lights, he can now extend the time he sets up his stall and his income has increased.

Now that I have money in my pocket, I no longer think about getting something for free all day long. I will occasionally buy a newspaper like this and read it slowly by myself when I have more free time. It is a very good way to kill time.

As soon as he arrived at the market, Harvey skillfully set up his stall and began preparing for work.

"Harvey, have you read the latest newspaper?" asked a familiar stall owner who had arrived earlier and had already set up his stall.

"I haven't seen it yet, what's wrong?"

Harvey asked casually.

"The newspaper reported an accident," the familiar stall owner sighed. "A worker named Sean, forced to work to support his family despite the factory's lack of lighting, accidentally got his left hand crushed by a machine and has now had it amputated."

Harvey is a man of great empathy.

When I heard that my entire left hand had been amputated, I suddenly felt as if my left hand was in pain as well.

"Isn't this too tragic?"

Harvey looked reluctant: "Doesn't that mean the rest of my life is over? I'll never be able to do heavy work again?"

"It's even worse," the familiar stall owner shook his head. "The factory owner where Sean works claims he 'stayed overtime without permission' and claims it's Sean's fault. He's not going to compensate him a penny."

"Are you kidding me?"

Harvey's eyes widened in shock. "My hand was amputated, and they don't pay a penny? Who can accept that???"

"That's right. I wouldn't accept it either," said the familiar stall owner. "Sean naturally wasn't convinced, so he went to court to sue."

"and after."

Harvey couldn't help but continue asking, completely forgetting that the newspaper he just bought for 2 dollars was right next to him.

"The courts are always like that," a familiar stall owner said angrily. "They actually ruled that both parties were equally responsible and just paid medical expenses. Isn't that infuriating? That's a hand! I'll never be able to do heavy work again!!!"

"It's too much! It's just too much!"

Harvey was furious after hearing this. He wanted to run up to the black-hearted factory owner and the black-hearted judge and punch them both.

After a moment of anger.

Harvey calmed down a bit, thinking of the person who had brought about significant changes to Forks. He asked, "Where's the mayor? Does she know about this?"

"I don't know."

The familiar stall owner shook his head: "But this matter has just been reported in the newspaper. The district chief should have just heard about it, right?"

"If the District Chief knew about this, he would definitely give Sean justice." Harvey clenched his fists. "These bastard-like black-hearted factory owners will all be severely punished!"

"I don't think so."

However, a familiar stall owner offered a different opinion: "Although the district chief did a good job, she herself owns a factory. How could she possibly punish the factory owner?"

"Besides, no matter how evil their intentions are, the law is written that way, and the judges can't find fault with their rulings based on past cases."

"And most importantly, I've heard there was an accident at the District Mayor's factory, and it ended up being left unresolved. So, in my opinion, this matter will most likely be suppressed, and the outcome will be the same."

"I do not believe."

Harvey, however, was incredibly confident: "I think the District Chief will definitely take care of it! Do you want to bet on it?"

"What are you betting on?" asked the familiar stall owner.

"Whoever loses has to buy a week's worth of newspapers," Harvey said.

"Chengjiao!"

The familiar stall owner readily agreed. After all, in his opinion, this was giving away free newspapers for free.

"...No, wait a minute."

After making the bet about the newspaper, Harvey realized something and looked at the newspaper that was placed aside and had not even opened a page. He saw the big headline "Shocked, factory and court collude to refuse compensation for seriously injured workers" and immediately gritted his teeth.

He bought today's newspaper just for this news.

As a result, just now, he was completely spoiled... This time, he bought the newspaper in vain.

........

As newspapers were sold one by one.

Throughout the Forks area, almost all the middle and lower class people sympathized with the injured worker named Sean, and hated the factory where Sean worked. Some people even went there secretly to throw stones at it in the middle of the night.

At the same time, we have high expectations for Avril, hoping that she can come out to uphold justice.

And they didn't have to wait long.

A few days later, a new headline appeared in the newspaper.

"Newspapers for sale, the latest papers!"

Early in the morning, newsboys began hawking newspapers at the top of their lungs: "Follow-up to the shocking tragedy! The district chief has issued an important statement! Only 2 yuan a copy!"

Upon hearing the shout, Harvey, who was about to set up a stall, immediately turned around and took money out of his pocket to buy one.

But other pedestrians on the road were also moving quickly.

Everyone was extremely interested in this latest hot spot in the Forks area, so when they heard the newsboy's shout, they immediately surrounded him and started scrambling to buy the newspapers in his hands. There were three layers of people surrounding him, making it impossible to get in or out.

Harvey was still carrying the things he needed for the stall, and with limited mobility, he couldn't squeeze in. He could only watch helplessly as all the newspapers were snatched away, leaving the smiling newspaper boy counting the money.

"What a bunch of beasts!"

Harvey cursed, but because he was in a hurry, he had to rush to the market with his things.

The familiar stall owner next door had arrived earlier than him. He was holding the latest newspaper in his hand, staring at the report on it intently. Looking at his expression, sometimes worried and sometimes happy, it was unclear whether he won or lost the bet.

"How's it going?"

Harvey asked.

Hearing his words, the familiar stall owner slowly put down the newspaper in his hand and let out a long breath at Harvey's nervous expression.

"You win," he said.

Chapter 160: It’s impossible that there is no problem at all, right?

In the square in front of the government building.

Along with the news release, the news that Avril personally visited the injured workers, severely punished the factory involved, and planned to give an important speech on the matter spread widely in the Forks area.

People with free time gathered in front of the podium, and many even put down their work to come and listen to the speech.

This was the largest audience since his last inaugural address.

After all, the factory environment affects the interests of most people. Indeed, not everyone works in a factory. Some people run small businesses or do odd jobs, but there are always a few acquaintances or relatives and friends working in the factory.

No one wants to see themselves/their relatives/friends suddenly lose a hand unexpectedly like Sean.

They were clamoring, discussing, and arguing about what the district chief would do. The first and foremost among them was that the relevant judgments on the responsibilities of both parties should be revised. For example, in the future, if a worker was injured, it would be more likely that the factory would be ruled to be responsible.