In the room, the three of them fell into silence, like an oil painting.

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'

You are an intruder who glorifies your own behavior. What is it that makes you bewitched by the gods? Is it Akto's plan before his death, or is it just your personal lust, Lin Guang?"

Lin Guang: "The pajamas are good, and they also have cotton 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.

The lives of others. Do not use your own selfish desires to determine the freedom of everyone to live 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 Ming'an wanted to see Lin Guang beaten to death, he knew that 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 go to [Tawei] with you as a guest, Lin Guang." Su Mingan said, "But I still have something to do. Let's talk about it in the daytime tomorrow."

Su Ming'an originally thought that if he delayed the time, Lin Guang would go crazy. That was also the reason why Akto had a way to attack Lin Guang. I couldn't even say that it was too much, and Lin Guang would

Bullet weakness interrupts my speech.

I stared closely at the pistol on Lin Guang's waist, not ready to dodge yet.

However, Lin Guang smiled. I put my left hand on the back of my chest, pressed it against my collar that was swaying slightly in the wind, bowed back, raised my eyebrows, and said in the ultimate tone: "Of course,,

You can't wait for him, 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? Was it Su Mingan's death?

"...Su Lin, you disturbed his sleep, you go upstairs." Akto turned around. A burst of light flashed on Su Lin's side, and the pajamas under her body were instantly changed, like a fairy transforming.

[Doomsday City·Industrial Zone No. 082·Wacker 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 manager 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 is a young man named Kaskinen Philo. It is said that he is a candidate for the new army of [Hawk Dog]. After joining the army, he will be trained in the factory. The man looks at

It came very easily, even the hand holding the notebook was shaking.

"Lord of the Territory...!" Philo's face turned red: "Lord, it's empty outside... 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, derived from the scientific and technological information left by Su Mingan. The output of the factory can compete with

Long-term treatment can treat thousands of people. Even if it can be cured, it can cure the disease quickly 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 on his feet, making the whole iron sheet tremble.

"Is he very relaxed?" Akto asked reluctantly.

Everyone's 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. Although the image of the Territory Lord only exists outside the TV screen. But if you admire a person to the extreme, you can 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 buzzing small machinery and workers 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 encouraged by Acto's words, said "Hmm" loudly, and followed.

Akto walked all the way and found that although the factory was small in size, the environment was extremely poor. The workers had to work there for seventeen hours a day, and the small machinery was covered in white!

Our throats were damaged because many people coughed while working and contracted lung disease.

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.

Pimpled scarlet skin.

Akto frowned when he saw that scene.

——Which of the workers are still working in such a good environment?

11. Why does the factory not provide protection for the workers? I saw the wages posted under the wall were so high that I was shocked. How can this guarantee the 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, Domain Lord..."

The middle-aged factory director immediately rushed over, wiping his sweat and stepping on the iron sheet making a "squeaking" sound.

"Why are workers wearing protective clothing?" Ding Zhenyue asked. I am going to start from there to clean up 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, the labor force is in short supply now. Many people have to go out to get heating resources. You can't hire fewer people. Workers must shoulder long working hours."

The urgent solution is to spread the disease in a small area. If nothing goes wrong, only a few families will be 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 have no way of raising wages, Territory Lord. Today's wages are not yet 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 do factories 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 Acto explained that those kinds of factories are directly managed by the Doomsday Realm, and the factory director’s salary is even as high as the workers. The middle-aged factory director is a humble 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 the working hours or raise wages for workers, the result will be the same. Even if we hire fewer people, the machinery outside the factory will be difficult to load, and there will be overwork.

waste situation.

If the factory's commission is increased, if there is financing, and if the machinery is not under warranty, the factory will also go bankrupt. This will only affect the families of a few workers...

Akto calculated in his mind for a moment and found that it was really like that... People can seek a better environment. Disease and high wages are like maggots attached to the bones. Do we have any?

There is no way to do it better.

I have never experienced such an era. 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 made 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 see what kind of magic medicine people pay so little for.

"Lord of the Territory, that is the medicine you are producing, which 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 am 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.
To be continued...