Chapter 406 Get out! (13)
After waking up from the dream, Kong Jue was still a little uncomfortable.
The presbyopia is gone, my hands are no longer shaking, the feeling of constant congestion in my throat is gone, and my golden elixir is back.
In fact, his cultivation level has always been there, but in order to be able to play a good role as a hard worker, Kong Jue selectively forgot his cultivation level, which made him still a little uncomfortable after regaining his strength. Recover.
After calming down, he began to recall his previous feelings, and then became more and more angry as he thought about it.
Where is the best in Mocheng!
The entire Mo City is a huge blood-sucking cave, sucking in the blood of a large number of people, and finally turning it into the wealth of Mo City.
Every time, the people are suffered first, and then they are completely forgotten after the suffering is over, and then the resources are allocated to other people, and none of the promised benefits are seen.
The latecomers can enjoy the most benefits. As long as they are talented, they can get the best education in Mo City, and then start working for the city lord.
What to do with the early stage people? Has the bitterness of eating become the sweetness of others?
In the end, he passed away peacefully, but when he thought about the future generations, he would still have to work hard, and as Mo City develops, these hard work would become a factor of instability in Mo City, and they would be scorned by others.
Prosperity belongs to others, and blame belongs to oneself, right?
The more Kong Jue thought about it, the angrier he became. Even looking at the city planning he had done before made him feel a little disgusted.
Ignoring asking other people's opinions, he directly picked up the bamboo slips and revised them again.
At this time, Zhang Ting has just started his own urban planning experience journey.
And compared with Kong Jue's city planning, his experience was incomparably worse, comparable to the difficulty of the underworld.
As soon as he entered the dreamland of Mo City, the supervisor came up with a whip, and without saying a word, he hit him with a whip.
“Don’t even think about leaving after you come to Mo City! You are born as people of Mo City, and you are the dead people of Mo City when you die. After you die, you must have the consciousness to dedicate your body to become a meat puppet. Don't slack off!"
"Work, start working now, until you have enough for twelve hours a day!"
"You said you can't do it, don't you just need one less hour of sleep? Got it! I still need to teach you this!”
"Mocheng has given you a job opportunity. You must remember to be grateful and don't be ungrateful. Do you understand?"
Zhang Ting stared blankly at the fierce supervisor, completely unaware that this guy was the one who was so servile to him before. people.
There are no working tools or protective facilities on the construction site. Strong men work hard under the whip of the supervisor, sweating in the cold wind.
What’s even more hateful is that there is no place to sleep at night.
The supervisor didn't want them to sleep at all, and lying down in one place for a while was considered a rest.
If he dared to lie down for a while, he would be whipped off with a whip. Even a tough guy couldn't stand this kind of thing.
Within a few days, some people fell ill one after another, but the city lord didn't care about the life or death of these people. He just threw them out and replaced them with new ones.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ting's already confused Taoist heart became further confused.
The score of my planning plan is quite high, but the price is that every coolie in the early stage is no longer a human being, but a consumable material.
Not long after, Zhang Ting also exhausted all his energy and was thrown out of Mo City.
Knowing that he had been abandoned, Zhang Ting breathed a sigh of relief.
No dog can do anything in these miserable days.
He thought this was the end, but what happened later told him that he was still too naive.
He just closed his eyes, and the next second he appeared in Mo City again.
Working in doubt, he kept recalling in his mind, and then remembered that according to the game settings, the new peons were full of energy, so he used this method to constantly drive away the unusable peons. Then recruit new peons to come in and continue working. What kind of stupid design is this!
At that time, he was still complacent because he discovered the loophole in "Simulator City II", but he never thought that the boomerang would hit him in the face, forcing him to continue working.
In his city planning, coolies are consumables. Each coolie is used for no more than seven days and is driven away as soon as the seven days are up.
And Zhang Ting was dying in this process, constantly repeating the process of "entering the game", "squeezing to death", and "starting over".
By the time the infrastructure in Mocheng was completed, Zhang Ting was already numb.
He couldn't remember how many times he had been thrown out, or even how many times he had been whipped.
He could only remember that he was hungry. He had not eaten since he entered here, and his only task every day was to work.
Now, he just wants to find himself who made plans before, and then pulls his neck and tells him: "Be a human being and stop doing these heretics."
But when Mo City After the infrastructure was completed and the era of spiritual practice began, his work did not stop.
When he was doing city planning, in order to allow the monks to devote themselves wholeheartedly to practice, all the ordinary work that the monks did not need to be done was done by hard labor.
Therefore, his daily tasks became cooking for the monks, helping the monks clean the toilets, and preparing clothes and teaching materials for the monks.
Even when a monk practices some spells, he needs to be a target. His body is covered with all kinds of inexplicable spells. He doesn't even remember how he returned to his hut.
There is no entertainment means. The hard workers don't need entertainment. They just need to use up their last bit of value and then be driven away.
In the end, when he saw a brand new Mo City appearing in front of his eyes, his heart was not filled with emotion, but resentment.
In every corner of the seemingly luxurious Mo City, there is the sweat and blood of myself and others.
The loud bell is not a signal to get up, but the cry of every coolie.
The wine in the wine shop is their sweat, and the exquisite food is their flesh and blood. The entire Mo City is like a man-eating flower, taking root in their flesh and watering beautiful flowers with their blood. .
After waking up from the dream, Zhang Ting squeezed his hand tightly and shouted angrily: "Who made this plan? Come out!"
"It's you. "What happened?" Lin Yuan, who came after hearing the news, asked curiously.
“I’m going to kill him!”
"Do I need to choose a feng shui treasure spot for you and let you lie down in it?" Lin Yuan continued to ask.
"...It's okay, I'll just say it."
Sighing, Zhang Ting picked up the bamboo slips and prepared to revise them again.
When he raised his head, he happened to make eye contact with Kong Jue, and both of them looked away awkwardly.
After a stalemate for a while, Kong Jue came over and said to Zhang Ting: "You should have experienced my plan. What are your thoughts?"
"I'm really not a human being," Zhang Ting said.
"I also feel that you are not a human being, because your plan is really torturous. Frankly speaking, after I finished playing with my plan, my heart was confused."
" What a coincidence, so do I. "
"So, how about we join forces and try a plan together? This time, how about we work together on a plan that is friendly to everyone?"
Zhang Ting stared at Kong Jue and said after a while: "Master Kong Xian, you are really becoming more and more upright."
"Get out!"
(End of this chapter)