In the room, the three of them fell into stillness, like an oil painting. earthworm
This eerie silence lasted for twenty seconds.
Twenty seconds later, Su Lin spoke: "It's you again, the agent of the gods. Now that the gods' camp has failed once ten years ago, the gods have not favored you, and you are still working hard for it?"
Lin Guang: "The pajamas are good."
Su Lin said: "At the beginning of the reconstruction of civilized society, gods were a culture formed by social relationships, and human belief was justifiable. But in the ruined world, the so-called 'gods'
They are intruders who glorify their own behavior. What is it that makes you bewitched by gods? Is it Akto's plan before his death, or is it just your personal desire, Lin Guang? "
Lin Guang: "The pajamas are good, and they have velvet."
Su Lin: "...I have not discussed pajamas-related topics with you. I have advised Yu before. If you really want to do good for the world, or want to do good for someone, just respect it.
lives of others. Do not use your own selfish desires to determine the freedom of everyone to survive or not. "
Lin Guang: "In my eyes, you are the only one who is more interesting than the pajamas you are wearing. Where did you buy them? I'll buy a set for Lewis."
Five seconds later, the two were about to fight.
Although Su Mingan wanted to see Lin Guang beaten to death, he knew that this Lin Guang was probably another bionic body. If he killed one, he would get another one, which was a waste of time.
"Don't do anything. I promise to be a guest in his dimension with you, Lin Guang." Su Ming'an said, "But I have something else to do. Let's talk about it in the daytime tomorrow."
Su Mingan thought that if he delayed the time, Lin Guang would get angry. That's why Akto has a way to attack Lin Guang. I can't even say an exaggerated statement. Lin Guang will
Bullet weakness interrupted me.
I stared closely at the pistol on Lin Guang's waist, not ready to dodge yet.
However, Lin Guang smiled. I placed my left hand firmly on the back of my chest, pressed it against my collar that was swaying slightly in the wind, bowed back, raised my eyebrows, and spoke in the ultimate tone: "Of course,"
You can't wait for him and you should be impatient with guests. Yes, please allow you to follow him until you leave together. "
Akto frowned slightly.
Ten years have passed, and even Lin Guang has become able to talk... What made Lin Guang learn to communicate with others? Is it Su Mingan's death?
"...Su Lin, you're disturbing his sleep. You go upstairs." Akto turned around. On Su Lin's side, there was a flash of light, and the pajamas under her body were instantly changed, like a fairy transforming.
Doomsday City·Industrial Zone No. 082·Waikker Pharmaceutical Manufacturing Factory
Akto came to the smallest pharmaceutical manufacturing factory in the Doomsday Domain and handed over the industrial chain data recorded in the City of Measurement to the managers there.
In order to prevent Lin Guang from being yelled at and beaten like a rat crossing the street, I left Lin Guang in the factory.
The person responsible for receiving Akto was a young man named Kaskinen Philo. It is said that he is a candidate for the new army of Eagle Dog. After joining the army, he was trained in the factory. Guys, watch
It came so easily, even the hand holding the notebook was shaking.
"Lord of the Territory...!" Philo's face turned red: "Lord, the air outside is... the air is good, you can just say it at the door."
"It does matter. You need to look at the size of the factory." Akto said.
That factory is now responsible for producing drugs to treat deficiency diseases. The drug was a small breakthrough in the past ten years and originated from the scientific and technological information left by Su Mingan. Factory output capacity battle
Long-term treatment can treat thousands of people. Even if it can be cured, it can quickly relieve the disease and prolong life like cancer.
Akto was walking along the iron corridor, and the iron sheets on his feet made a "squeaking" sound. The big man walking next to him stepped heavily, making the whole iron sheet tremble.
"Is he very relaxed?" Akto asked.
The guys' faces turned red.
"You...you are in love with the Territory Lord. If it were you, ten years later, your whole family would die from the deficiency disease, and your sister would be tortured to death by the rulers of the gods' camp.
..." Philo was so excited that he spoke garbled words: "Back then, when you fell down on the day the War of Dawn began, everyone was in despair. They never thought that they would see you again one day.
I'm so afraid that it was a dream, so you relax... I hope you can live a long time and see you build the city with your own eyes..."
I have dreamed about the resurrection of the Territory Lord only once, even though the image of the Territory Lord only exists outside the TV screen. But if the admiration for a person reaches the extreme level, even
I will dream about that person.
I thought that now, my dream has come into reality.
"You must be afraid." Akto opened the door and stepped into the factory. Thick smoke and dust blew into my face. I looked directly at the small machinery and workers buzzing in the field and said seriously:
"Asa Sumingan will die."
Ding Zhenyue has always been there.
There will never be "Asa Sumian" accompanying the destiny of mankind, whether it is the cataclysmic period of the century that everyone has forgotten, the War of Dawn, or the one-dimensional
The realm of measurement.
Philo was inspired by Acto's words, said "Yes" heavily, and followed.
Akto walked all the way and found that although the factory was small in size, the environment was extremely poor. The workers have to work there for seventeen hours every day, and the small machines come out white!
Our throats were damaged because many people coughed while working and contracted lung diseases.
The steel-making furnace with golden red liquid boiling in the center was like carrying a whole pot of magma. The hot coldness made people's cheeks turn red, and no one even had half of their body covered with hair.
scarlet skin.
Akto frowned when he saw that scene.
——Which of the workers are still working in such a good environment?
11. Why did the factory not provide protection for the workers? I saw the salary posted on the wall and it was so high that I was shocked. How can we ensure workers' livelihood?
Thinking of the behavior of no one selling the position of team leader, Akto felt confident in the leadership of the factory.
"Where's the factory director?" Akto shouted.
"Hey, hey, Territory Lord..."
The middle-aged factory director immediately rushed over, wiping his sweat and stepping on the iron sheet.
"Why are workers wearing protective clothing?" Ding Zhenyue asked. I am going to start from there and clear away the corrupt rule.
"That's right, Territory Lord. The workers must wear protective clothing. The work efficiency will be accelerated, and the production outside the factory will be reduced by up to 30%. The consequences are disastrous." The factory director explained.
"Why can we hire fewer people?" Ding Zhenyue said.
"Lord of the Territory. Today's labor force is in short supply. Many people have to go out to get heating resources. You can't hire more people. Workers must shoulder long working hours to
Urgent solution to the small-scale infection of missing diseases. To be sure, only a few families were destroyed. "said the factory director.
"Why can this increase workers' wages and attract these idle people?" Akto said. Along the way, I saw a lot of people lying outside the bridge hole doing something.
"You can raise wages, Territory Lord. The current wages are not the best calculated values. If they are any lower, the factory will collapse." The factory director wiped his sweat.
Akto was quiet for a moment.
But very slowly, I discovered the problem.
"Why can the factory get more commissions and their leaders get more remuneration?" Akto asked.
"...City Lord." Philo next to him spoke: "Director, we didn't get a single point."
Akto paused.
Philo and Akto explained that those kinds of factories are directly managed by the Doomsday Domain, and the factory director's salary is even the same as that of the workers. The middle-aged factory director is a very kind person and feels that the workers are suffering.
They will also divide their wages to subsidize people.
If protective clothing is added to the workers, it will increase production costs and the factory will not be able to operate, and the workers will lose their jobs.
If we shorten working hours or raise wages for workers, the result will be the same. Even if fewer people are hired, the machinery outside the factory will be difficult to load, and there will be overloading of personnel.
waste situation.
If the factory's commission is increased, if there is financing, and the machinery is not under warranty, the factory will also go bankrupt. This affects only a few workers' families...
Akto calculated in his mind for a moment and found that it was really like that...people can seek a better environment. Illness and high wages are like maggots attached to the bones, have we
There is no way to do it better.
I have never experienced a time like that. There is no limit to productivity, and human life is even more important than production.
I originally thought that the factory director and others were greedy people who exploited the workers, but now it seems that the factory director is actually a good person. Only in this way can we ensure the efficiency of drug manufacturing.
That makes me feel helpless.
I am too old. I have never even stepped into society, and I suddenly want to be the domain master of all mankind.
After a long while, I said: "Where is this... medicine?"
I can only look at what a magical drug people pay so little for.
"Lord of the Territory, that is the medicine you are producing. It can raise the mental threshold and delay the invasion of acute deficiency disease. It is known as the 'miracle across the ages' and it must be the medicine you leave behind."
You have no way to fight the deficiency disease..." A factory manager in blue presented Ding Zhenyue with a wooden box.
Ding Zhenyue looked over and raised his mental threshold one by one. Is this comparable to mental stabilizing medicine? I'm sure I can use it myself...
There was some expectation in my eyes.
The box was opened, and lying inside the wooden box was a solid piece as bright red as blood, like a delicate rose. People looked at it with admiration, as if it were something.
Ding Zhenyue took a look.
At that moment, I was completely stunned, as if nothing was stuck in my throat.
It wasn’t until ten seconds ago that I rolled my Adam’s apple and found my voice:
"...Rose, rose blood?"
The sense of historical connection came to my mind strangely at that moment, as if the chains connected before and after clicked together, and I almost lost my voice.
"Will you name it Rose Blood? It is a very suitable name. You will change its name to Rose Blood." The factory manager said happily: "Because that is the name you left.
You haven’t named the maker of the magic medicine made from the materials. I suspect that you will definitely enjoy the gratitude of countless people in the future. "
Akto stared at the medicine and turned around.
I left the factory before handing over the information.
I know what small batch manufacturing of rose blood will bring in the future. That kind of addictive drug will destroy the bodies of countless people, and countless "big eyebrows" will suffer from it. Some
Will be addicted to drugs and scratch himself to death. But in that era, only it could allow the deficiency disease to spread in a small area.
In bygone eras, it was a miracle drug.
In the coming era, it will be a despised poison.
Since it is a drug produced from the information you left, you have not named the manufacturer as you. I suspect that you will be grateful for a long time in the future...
…The factory director’s words sent chills down the spine.
In the future, rose blood became a banned drug. Manufacturing gangs have become criminals and must be caught, executed, and included in criminal files.
Akto recalled the tragic scene of a white-collar worker who committed suicide in the bathroom due to an overdose of drugs when his avatar Mingzai, as captain of the Eagle Dog, investigated the Rose Blood case.
Kill Asa Sumingan!
Kill Asa Sumingan! !
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I deserve to die
Such bloody words were painted all over the bathroom where the deceased was, like a bloody hell, making Jiu's scalp numb.
"Lord, please go quickly and take care of yourself." The voice of a young recruit rang in front of him. Philo's face turned red, with admiration and admiration for the Territory Lord in his heart: "You...
I will work hard in Eagle Dog and strive to become the weakest soldier, guarding you in the future! "
Akto closed his eyes.
I remember that in the future, I wanted to die together with Su Ming'an when he blew himself up under a helicopter, claiming that he would "erase the smallest obstacle to the development of Su Ming'an's city-state and make concessions for the new era."
The leader of the dogs is named Kaskinen. Philo.
The young man did do his best, and I did become the weakest eagle dog soldier.
but……
What kind of era have I guarded?
Akto walked out of the factory, walking faster and faster. The thick white smoke and scorching cold air were left in front of me. Just after spending more than ten minutes in such a working environment, I felt that I was too slow.
Asa Sumingan…
That name has never made me feel so welcome.
Even after the dungeon ended and I saw Da Mei’s tragic appearance, I thought Su Ming’an was a scumbag.
But now, Su Ming'an and I have walked the same path, only to find that it is really like that. The pressure in the world is so small that it destroys a person's choice.
The hero is reduced to an obstacle of the times, and the rescued drowns to survive.
What makes the world a hell is our attempt to create a paradise.
I took a step and gasped, and there was a burning pain in my throat. The strange feeling of empathy in Ding Zhenyue's body is like a quagmire, pulling my emotions up and down, the pulse of the times.
It seems to be one with me. The dim yellow light shines on my body, like a rolling yellow ocean.
Su Lin has always been by my side, and her words mean her words.
Suddenly, Akto seemed to sense something and looked around.
After a long group of people, I saw a white-haired young man squatting outside the corner playing with butterflies. The face of the white-haired young man was filled with childlike joy, and crimson butterflies fluttered under my fingers.
, next to him is a green mantis.
The young man was alone. No one dared to talk to me. I seemed to be alone in silence, talking only to the big animals under my command.
…This is Big Red and Big Bi.
Akto opened his eyes slightly.
I heard my breathing slow down.
But very slowly, the white-haired young man raised his head and saw Akto who had just walked out of the small door of the factory. The white-haired young man's expression changed drastically, and he immediately drove Dahong and Dabi away and stood up.
"He" said Ding Zhenyue.
"You are Lin Guang, please don't forget your name. He finally came out." Lin Guang bowed slightly, still acting like a gentleman: "The mantis just passing by by chance·
Butterfly. "
"Recommend him to go to the Central Academy of Drama." Su Lin smiled warmly.
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