Both of his sons stayed silent, returning to their room, and his wife, worried, clutched his hand. "They're gangsters, we can't beat them."
Dave pursed his lips. "I said I'd consider it."
In fact, Dave's family wasn't the only one facing this situation; many others were also harassed by gangs, with some deciding to quit the strike then and there, while others stood firm.
Early the next morning, Dave got ready and headed to the harbor, encountering quite a few people.
The expressions on their faces were peculiar, as if they all had something on their minds.
Although he never scored above a C on his school exams, at that moment, he understood exactly what these people were facing.
"...uh..." a man stepped forward, in his thirties, a crane operator.
His child had just started elementary school, earning a monthly salary of forty-two dollars and fifty cents, which was above average.
