The barriers to artificial intelligence management bring more to Jiang Xu, which is actually a sense of novelty.

In the era in which he lived, this magical barrier suddenly emerged. As a witness, Jiang Xu, whether it is positive or negative, would want to explore this strange "world" deeper.

After visiting the whole day, everyone was humble and earned money. Jiang Xu even saw someone walking out of the house without even locking the door. He stood at the door of this house for three hours, but he didn't see anyone stealing anything.

The passers-by looked at the open door at best and then continued to walk forward.

A reporter muttered in a low voice: "It seems that the barriers to artificial intelligence governance are indeed unique. I lost a bicycle in our Luocheng last month, but no one cared about it when I went to the Order Department to report the case."

"So you wrote a manuscript that disgusting the order department," Jiang Xu said calmly: "It's just that I rejected the manuscript."

The reporter was a little embarrassed: "What I wrote is the truth. When the order department of Luocheng is in charge of some small matters, they will not ask about them. They must take care of them if they are big cases. You look at the barrier No. 61, and the bicycles on the roadside are not locked."

As the saying goes, you pay more attention to what you care about. Jiang Xu has not paid attention to bicycles on the roadside, but the reporter who had lost his bicycle took a look. The bicycle chain on the road is indeed not worthy of.

This No. 61 barrier seems to directly eliminate an industry, lock-making industry...

The reporter was not as far as Jiang Xu could see, so he felt that it would be good if he lived in such a down-to-earth barrier.

But Jiang Xu suddenly said, "Did you start to envy the life here? Everyone has food and everyone has a job, so don't worry about fighting and stealing?"

"Yes," remembered and nodded: "It's really bad to be monitored, but if artificial intelligence does not interfere with life, it is actually not particularly difficult to accept. In fact, you see, other consortiums also monitor people's lives, but they are not so intuitive. How can ordinary people have real freedom?"

Jiang Xu nodded, he agreed with this, which was also the reason why he found that the surveillance camera did not clearly dislike him after surveillance: it was the same everywhere.

However, Jiang Xu said: "I suddenly remembered a saying: Holy governance is impossible, but it is possible to show holy governance."

Coincidentally, the current head of Wang's family is called Wang Shengzhi, which is still homophonic with the Holy Tradition in this sentence.

Jiang Xu continued: "Look, there is not even a beggar in this barrier No. 61. Everyone has their own affairs. Wang uses artificial intelligence to count data and assigns jobs to everyone to ensure that they have food to eat and money to make money. But have you ever thought that you can quit your job and rest for a while when you hope that the media will not do well. You can't rest here."

"Not that," the reporter was a little confused. He went to find a passerby on the side and muttered after coming back: "It's true. The consortium arranges and does whatever it takes for you, and there is no room for your own choice."

"So there is no soil for survival in the art category here, and everyone has no time to stop and think about what they really need, only what they are suitable for," Jiang Xu sighed: "Because artificial intelligence will not consider 'useless things', its code of conduct has a very strong purpose, but humans are not like this."

As a result, a refugee passed by and heard the conversation between the five of them, and said with a smile: "It's enough to have enough food these days. Can art control food? We have never considered art outside the barrier before."

Jiang Xu was stunned for a moment, then bowed slightly to the passerby and said, "I've been taught."

The reporter sighed, maybe this is the difference between himself and the editor-in-chief. Jiang Xu never insists on what he thinks is "correct" because he can't stand his face. The other party will be very willing to admit his mistakes, no matter what the person he is arguing with.

Jiang Xu and others never considered whether they could have enough food in Luocheng, which was the most basic thing for them.

So they can think about art and philosophy, but what about refugees?

"Editor-in-chief, what do you think of this artificial intelligence?" asked the reporter.

Jiang Xu stood on the street and was silent for a long time, and even the reporter could feel his contradictions.

It was not until night came that Jiang Xu said, "Let's go, there is no need to continue visiting, let time give us the answer."

...

Just when Wang Shengzhi left the northwest and returned to the Central Plains, Su Lei, the leader of the horse bandit in the northwest, was gnawing on the legs of lamb outside the barrier No. 144.

For the first time, this business with the grassland people made him realize that it was so happy not to rob and rely on his own efforts to make money.

The fur Yan Liuyuan sold him at a very high price at the barrier No. 144, even higher than he thought. After the 178 Fortress entered the northwest, the tax was reduced, resulting in surprisingly cheaper daily necessities.

This time, Su Lei made a huge difference in price, so he was willing to take his brothers to eat roast lamb legs!

A brother said on the side: "Brother, I think all the daily necessities you bought for the grassland people are good goods. Why do you buy such good ironware for them? Isn't it more profitable to buy cheaper ones?"

Su Lei glanced at his brother: "Zhang Gong, do you know why we can sit here and eat roast lamb legs now?"

"Of course it's because you are extremely smart and have a talent for business..." Zhang Gong flattered.

But Su Lei sneered and said, "It's not up to me, it's up to the people of the grassland to trust us and do this business with us. Do you think the people of the grassland are stupid? The boy is clearly aware of the affairs of the south. If you want to fool them with things, they can find others to do this business at any time. Will you have a place to cry at that time?"

Zhang Gong didn't say anything, Su Lei continued: "Look at which Wang Fugui is like his own family. Everyone is polite to him. Why? Because he holds the only lipstick business on the Northwest Trade Road in his hand. What about us? We are holding the only business leading to the grassland now. As long as we work hard, we can sooner or later become a big shot like Wang Fugui. Do you understand? The most important thing in doing business is integrity. As long as we hold this business firmly in our hands, we are still worried about not having lamb legs to eat in the future? Don't think about taking advantage of the opportunity!"

"Okay brother," Zhang Gong agreed.
Chapter completed!