Chapter 585: After the dividends of the interstellar era have been eaten up, the world has returned to what it once was
History is like a reincarnation. After the dividends of the times have been wiped out, Chinese immigrants find themselves back to the days when they were still on the earth.
Of course, eighty years have passed, and very few of the first-generation immigrants have died, and those who have experienced that era are even rarer.
No one in society can remember what life was like on Earth before, and most immigrants even know about the Earth only through word of mouth from travelers.
However, immigrants on various planets gradually discovered that fewer and fewer compatriots from Earth came to travel, and fewer and fewer colleagues and neighbors were able to travel to Earth to find their roots.
Because the fares of spaceships are rising quietly, and although their wages seem to be rising, the pressure of life is quietly increasing.
More and more second- and third-generation immigrants find that their living costs are much higher than those of their parents and grandparents, and their sense of happiness in life is getting lower and lower.
Liu Xing is a third-generation immigrant on the "Yuanchu Star". His grandfather, who died for more than 20 years, was among the first batch of immigrants 80 years ago and was lucky enough to be selected to come to this first extraterrestrial planet developed by China. Habitable planet.
Liu Xing, who is 40 years old, has never forgotten the time when he was a child and listened to his grandfather talking about ancient experiences. In the past, his grandfather's face was almost always filled with a happy smile.
Because twenty or thirty years ago, the "Yuanchu Star" had already gone through decades of development. The city was sound and the welfare was excellent. It was the period with the most generous dividends.
Grandpa Liu Xing can be said to be very proud of being supported by the dividends of the times.
Not only him, but all his old friends also enjoy preferential treatment.
Those "golden years" were the most comfortable time for a generation of immigrants, and they deeply felt the pride of workers.
But when Liu Xing grew up and entered society from school, he gradually discovered that society was not as comfortable as his grandfather said.
Not only the physical exhaustion caused by work, but also a suffocating feeling shrouded in ubiquitous pressure.
Mortgage, car loan, household expenses, investment in children's education, parents' pension expenses... everything is like a mountain pressing on Liu Xing's back, making it impossible for him to breathe.
"What do you mean? My dad is obviously covered by job insurance, and according to regulations, he can reimburse 90% of the cost. Why is he only reimbursed 50% now?"
Liu Xing was currently shouting at the payment robot inside the hospital payment window in City No. 1 of "Yuanchu Star".
"Mr. Liu, I'm sorry. According to the latest regulations, only 50% of the reimbursement can be reimbursed. This will be the share from now on." The robot made an emotionless voice.
"What rule? Where did it come from?" Liu Xing shouted: "Why have I never heard of this rule?"
"Sorry, this is a regulation issued by the 'Star Liaison Office' yesterday. If you want to know more details, please go to the relevant departments. The hospital cannot provide you with any further answers."
Faced with such a perfunctory and indifferent attitude, Liu Xing was about to get angry when two security robots quickly flew over and hovered above his head.
Liu Xing, who had seen the power of the security robot on TV, immediately became silent. He did not want to undergo a "deep electric shock treatment" and had no choice but to pay the money and leave.
After taking his father out of the hospital after the operation and getting on the flying car, Liu Xing finally complained with a sad face.
"Dad, I asked you to stop drinking. I haven't heard any advice in so many years! If it weren't for the advancement of technology, your alcoholic liver disease could kill you!"
"Okay, okay, drink less in the future, definitely drink less!" Liu Xing's father said perfunctorily.
"Do you still want to drink?" Liu Xing's tone suddenly rose: "Do you know how much it cost this time?"
"What are you yelling about? Your dad has paid insurance for decades, and he can reimburse 9% of the cost..."
"It's half!" Liu Xing started the self-driving mode, turned around and shouted to his father: "Now there are new regulations, only half of it can be reimbursed!"
"What the hell?" Liu Xing's father was anxious, his eyes widened: "Why? I've been keeping the agreed share for a lifetime, but the first time I used it, I cut it in half?"
"How do I know?" Liu Xing's voice was not soft, and he continued to shout: "It's fine now, this month's loan has not been paid!"
"Go, ask now!" Liu Xing's father pointed forward and shouted: "I want an explanation from them!"
"My dad, your grandfather was reimbursed in full back then, without spending a penny!"
"What era was that? Grandpa was a hero in development, so of course he could enjoy better treatment." Liu Xing, however, didn't hold out much hope for questioning or causing trouble. After all, could his arm be twisted past his thigh?
Although their family has been in the "Yuanchu Star" for three generations, they are all ordinary people. Who can they turn to when encountering such a thing? Who can use this unified regulation?
However, he still took his father on a trip.
When I came to the service hall, I found that many people had gathered here and were questioning the staff. The atmosphere was very heated.
"Why do you surrender just because you say it? Have you ever asked us?"
"Such a major matter must go through a public hearing. Do you know that you are breaking the law?"
"Tell your stewards to come out and stop setting up a few broken machines to prevaricate here!"
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At this moment, a high-end cocktail party is being held in a villa in the center of City No. 1 of "Yuanchu Star". All the participants are wealthy nobles and children of aristocratic families.
"Young Master Tang, the 'Yuanchu Star' is the benchmark, are you afraid of causing trouble if you insist on doing this?" A well-dressed middle-aged handsome man came to another equally sanctimonious middle-aged handsome man with a drink in his hand.
It has been more than eighty years since the people of Earth entered the interstellar age, and the top leaders of the two major camps in the East and the West have gradually become "homogeneous." One hundred and thirty years have passed, and the once muddy legs have long been washed away from their rusticity and developed into an aristocratic style.
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A distinguished and wealthy family, a century-old family.
In addition to inheriting their surnames and resources, today's noble descendants have long forgotten why their ancestors stood up and shed their lives and blood.
"What could happen?" The middle-aged "Master Tang" smiled scornfully: "We have the spaceship in our hands, and we can't even spread the news!"
The reason why he is still a "young master" in middle age is because the masters in his family are still alive. Like the former masters of the American Consortium, the masters in their family are getting better and better as they live. "Princes of forty years" are not uncommon.
Therefore, the "young masters" are even more anxious to make some achievements so that the old guys will recognize their abilities.
"Precisely because the 'Yuanchu Star' is a benchmark, it has more demonstrative significance. As long as we win here, won't other planets be easily captured?"
Mr. Tang swung his wine glass, as if he had the pearls of wisdom in his hands.
"These little bastards just need to be dealt with! After a few good years, they forget their origins and become greedy."
"The old saying is indeed true, a friend's favor is better than a rival's favor."
"In the past years, we shouldn't have let them eat too much!"
"The good thing is, now we can correct this mistake."
"Haha, then I wish Tang Shaoqi a victory and a good start for us." The "young master" next to him raised his glass in congratulations.
"Don't worry, everything is under control!" Mr. Tang drank the wine in the glass.
After the two "young masters" finished talking about business, they walked towards the young girls in the banquet hall and started to do the next "business".
The wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and the roads are frozen to death.
On the other side, Liu Xing and his father were surrounded by a large number of security robots and enjoyed a wave of "electric shock massage" before they even had a chance to speak.
Liu Xing's father was recovering from a serious illness. After the electric shock, he foamed at the mouth and fainted.
"Dad...Dad!"
In the chaotic hall, no one paid attention to the falling figure, because more figures also fell down.
The world is finally back to what it once was.
(End of chapter)