"Damn it! Don't be broken?"
It’s not that the endless sermons of the state education, the obituaries and technical security broadcasts are very exciting, but Jack Ma can’t see anything but snowflakes at the moment. Even if he doesn’t understand machinery, he probably knows what’s going on.
Jackma tapped the volume meter and found that even if the volume was turned to the maximum, the silence only turned into the faint, whispering hissing when it was disturbed.
Life is really not going well everywhere, just like he has extra energy coins to call a technical servant?
Jack Ma Yishan let go of his hand and let the remote control fall off the oily finger. Soon it was broken in half and fell to the ground, and the battery pack fell off again.
Then he kicked the empty living compartment walls, feeling so tired that he was too lazy to develop the sand into the bed, so that he had a good sleep in his increasingly meaningless life and had to waste his enjoyment of another meaningless day.
Is it worth it?
No, but "as long as" to last another seven years, he will be able to save enough money to leave this damn star pirate gang forever and fly away, taking a shuttle to another place - to a place with less dark prospects.
The so-called star pirates are actually an illegal organization in the empire that is similar to pirates but in a slightly better situation. Their main livelihood is not to rob, but to dig various minerals.
Star Pirates are often composed of bankrupt businessmen, or some legal organizations will secretly form star Pirate groups, such as business alliances, or greedy Nest Nobles.
They usually look for remote and difficult places to discover. Once they explore high-value minerals, they will disguise themselves as the imperial official mining team and conduct crazy mining. The empire has very strict monitoring of various minerals. Legal mining requires high taxes, and they are also facing low-priced forced acquisitions from nearby casting worlds at any time.
The profits of the Star Pirates’ gang mainly come from their tax evasion, and once this is discovered, all participants will face the punishment of death!
Therefore, unless it is forced, most people will not choose to take risks.
But Jackma had no choice. If his miserable eyes could see even a little thing a hundred meters away, he would have signed up for the Star Army long ago.
However, they are a pair of damn myopia, so he didn't sign up.
Of course, some people say that it was because he was too ugly and short, so he was rejected by the recruitment department.
But Jackma thought this was nonsense. Although he had a long face, he was indeed not handsome, and was only 1.6 meters tall, he still had some strength.
Anyway, no matter what it was in the end, now he had to take a job on the damn construction, sighing while doing a job that was considered too humble and didn't bother to program a maneuver - even so, his salary was more than five times the salary of similar positions in Cundu.
The high profit of Star Pirates determines that they can afford high prices when hiring people.
For money, even if you lose your head, you have to do it.
Moreover, this star pirate gang named Blue Ant looks quite background. It not only contains veterans from the Star Army, but also priests from the Mechanical Cult. It is also rumored that the bosses are also connected to a certain casting world.
Even the place they chose was very smart. The Lenscher Galaxy was next to the Nasson Galaxy, where there were four battle groups of Space Marines stationed. Although Jackma himself had never seen Space Marines, he knew their power.
As the saying goes, this kind of place is called dark under the lamp.
Perhaps no one would have thought that someone would dare to steal mines under the noses of four battle groups, so they would basically not encounter the inspection fleet of the Legal Department. The Blue Ant itself made some disguise and set up a fake exploration company to prove that Space Marines could use the scanning system to scan it, and would never board it to check in person.
In this way, they are equivalent to exploring minerals comfortably in a very safe environment and then transporting them to the black market to make huge profits.
"How good would it be if this deal was yours? You must have done better than these people-"
With beautiful fantasies, Jack Ma, who was extremely tired, fell asleep slowly.
But this time the sleep was not stable, and the screen suddenly screamed, waking him out of his sleep. Then Jackma shouted a lot of curses, grabbed the remote control and shot the battery pack back to its original position.
He checked his ears with his other hand while turning the volume down to make sure there was no bleeding.
"Damn it! What happened?"
Jackma glanced at the electronic timer on the wall indicated that he had been sleeping for less than twenty minutes.
But no matter how hard he tried my remote control, the screen would still crackle, buzz, thump, hiss-it never screamed like this.
At this time, Jack Ma was really dying and had a split headache, but the sound was still louder and louder, mixed with the sound of electric sparks explosion, as if a tortured machine whine and raised to a very high tone.
But when you listen carefully, it was almost like the screams of hundreds of humans who were dying, which brought some invisible and uncontrollable deadly cold.
Both are true, neither are true.
Just as Jackma was fighting the damaged TV for the final battle, the lighting ball above his head suddenly began to flash, and it was obviously about to be powered off again.
Power outage is not uncommon here.
Even at the best of times, this mining space station is just a pool of broken stagnant water trapped in the orbit of the death world. In order to minimize the risk of being discovered, the supply transport ship comes almost every six months. Therefore, due to the lack of spare parts, it is natural to lose power.
It has been three days since the last time the technical team members ordered the lighting generator to restart. The current can last for three days. Jackma is already giving praise to those half-dead maintenance workers.
Of course, even if there is no lighting, the work will not be suspended. The production plan of each department must be met. The first priority of all electricity is the maintenance device, and the second priority of supply is the production line. The lighting demand may be ranked behind the recharge of the comfort servant.
Jackma once worked for twenty hours in a row under the light of the flashlight.
In that incident, more than a dozen servants lost their limbs or fingers because they couldn't see the mechanism clearly. The obituary for that week was as long as the prayer scroll on Saints Day, but everyone quickly forgot that, and new people would join every six months.
So as soon as the lights went out, Jackma got up from the sofa, groped in the dark and walked to the wall, and opened the emergency supplies cabinet with the light boxes.
In addition to the light box, there is also a batch of standard battery packs, which are the only rare and simple electrical appliances in the living rooms of ordinary workers.
It just seems that it has been used for decades, and whether it is still effective is a mystery.
Jackma stuffed all eight palm-sized discs into work pockets, operated in the swaying light of his hand-held flashlight, and then poured onto the sofa, waiting for the inevitable warning notice that they "acted as usual" and the sentence "lighting should be restored as soon as possible."
Throne, this life is so fucking.
Chapter completed!