I was born in hell. Working hard (3)-Science Fiction
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No. 3. Working hard (3)
An hour later.
Large-scale chaos occurred in the area to the west of the base.
The poisonous dog died, but it was only one of the factors in the chaos. The bigger commotion was caused by the largest underground businessman in the underworld.
“How much is your life worth??”
"You filthy poor people, how much are your lives worth??"
In the central area of the underworld, the largest booth was set up. Standing in the center was the mastermind who controlled the economic lifeline of the entire underworld.
Wang Dafu!!
He took a loudspeaker and opened up all areas of the black street, allowing a large number of poor people to pour in and talk wantonly at the booth.
"10 pounds?"
"20 pounds?"
"30 pounds?"
"Let me tell you... in the eyes of human traffickers, you trash are not worth even 10 kilograms of food."
"Those pink girls still have a little value, but the humble lives of you poor people don't deserve a grain of food."
Wang Dafu's bad words were compounded, and each sentence was extremely true, but it struck a chord in the hearts of the audience, with many poor people shouting and cursing below.
Scumbag.
asshole.
vampire.
A demon that exploits flesh and blood.
Wang Dafu is like this in people's eyes. Every time he gains a little benefit, someone will suffer heavy losses... The accumulated wealth contains countless blood and tears.
Wang Dafu looked at everyone with disdain.
He suddenly changed the topic, raised three thick fingers with gold rings, and said in a deep voice: "300 pounds!!"
"I'm giving you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"You can sell yourselves and I will give you 300 kilograms of food stamps as compensation."
Wang Dafu's words stirred up waves.
300 kilograms of grain, what a shocking figure in the apocalypse.
If you sell yourself, you can get 300 kilograms of grain as compensation, and there is no demand threshold. How is this possible?
The crowd stirred.
There were more and more people watching, and the noise was overwhelming. Some people couldn't wait to sell themselves in exchange for the 300 kilograms of grain.
Many black businessmen also gathered around to watch.
They frowned, not understanding what Wang Dafu was up to.
This amount of wealth is more than enough to hire some evolutionaries, let alone buying those humble poor people as slaves.
"etc!"
"I haven't finished my conditions yet."
"Of course these 300 kilograms of grain are not easy to obtain. It will be used to buy your life."
Wang Dafu continued to explain, and the response from everyone was like a flood, saying that they were willing to sacrifice their lives!!
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Of course.
After buying you 300 kilograms of expensive grain, you will naturally have to work for Wang Dafu, or even become his slave.
"You didn't understand what I meant."
Wang Dafu shook his head again and continued: "Working for me is not just about working for me, but you will really face death in a short period of time, and this time will not exceed one month."
What??
Wang Dafu's words shocked everyone again.
This is a true act of selling one's life, with a certain death outcome. If you sell yourself, you will definitely die within a month.
"I say it again."
"Within a month, all those who sold their lives will die."
"Life is very precious. I hope you can cherish your life. Only those who regard death as home and are determined to die are qualified to sell their lives."
Wang Dafu repeated a trace of his words, showing a hypocritical expression of regret: "Of course, we will give you some compensation. After all, you will die soon, and this huge wealth will be transferred to your relatives."
A dead person naturally cannot use a large amount of wealth.
Even if you sell yourself 300 kilograms of grain, you won't be able to enjoy it. People are dying and you can still enjoy it.
But your relatives, friends, or other designated people... can enjoy this compensation, which is a full 300 kilograms of food stamps that can be exchanged.
how so?
How could something so ridiculous happen.
Many people in the audience couldn't sit still. They would definitely die within a month. What kind of terrible things would they experience?
"Why do people who work hard die?"
"Can our relatives really receive compensation? What should they do if they are robbed??"
There was a commotion in the audience. Wang Dafu had already prepared for this question. After people had been noisy for a while and digested all the news, he continued to explain.
"Why did you die?"
"You can't say for sure. Maybe your head will be cut off with a chainsaw, maybe it will be split in two with a chopper, maybe it will be turned into blood in poison, maybe you will be brutally tortured... you may even be thrown into the rot.
In the middle of the corpse monster, it was eaten and divided."
Wang Dafu said in a very wicked way. Although there was some exaggeration in his words, it also fully expressed how terrifying this death was.
It’s not just talk!!
"As for whether your relatives can enjoy this compensation..."
Wang Dafu raised his hand and invited another protagonist, Zhang Yun, who was wearing a white suit and an eyepatch.
"Zhang Yun!"
"The one-eyed Zhang Yun is the leader of Heavy Rain. Is he also involved in this matter?"
Zhang Yun is a natural person among everyone. He is very popular in the base. Everyone in the streets, including poor refugees and powerful people, has heard the name One-Eyed Zhang Yun.
“No need to worry!”
"All those who have been compensated will be protected by Heavy Rain. Anyone who dares to bully and exploit them will be Heavy Rain's mortal enemy!!"
This matter is not just a joke, even the leader Zhang Yun has made a promise, which means that those who "work hard" will not only receive an exaggerated compensation, but also receive protection from heavy rains.
"Life is precious."
"You can consider it slowly, we will open 1,000 places."
Wang Dafu continued to say that this number once again caused an uproar. Originally, they thought they would only buy a few people, or at most dozens of people.
But 1,000 places is too exaggerated.
Each person has 300 kilograms of grain, which would be an astronomical figure for a thousand people... Does Wang Dafu really have so much wealth?
And why does Wang Dafu want so many untouchables?
Evil human experiments, or more other cruel things, just crazy.
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;The buying of human lives continues.
Those who originally wanted to work for Wang Dafu retreated one by one.
They want wealth because they want to live a more nourished, comfortable life with enough food and drink, rather than die within a month.
But even so, some people still struggle repeatedly in their hearts.
A father who was still relatively young in his thirties glanced at his daughter. She was growing taller and had already reached his waist.
My daughter has sallow skin, malnutrition, and is also suffering from hunger.
She is very sensible. Even though she has not eaten for two days, she still does not complain to herself.
Lower your head.
The father's eyes flashed softly and he stroked his good daughter's dry and split hair.
The little girl seemed to feel something. She grabbed her father's clothes, gnawed her little finger in frustration, lowered her head and said, "Dad, I'm not hungry. I really am not hungry."
Hear this.
The father suddenly felt a burst of sadness in his heart, and he almost couldn't hold back the tears he was holding back.
"Listen to daddy."
"It's okay, just like dad used to go on a business trip, he'll be back soon."
When the daughter heard this, she burst into tears. Although she was still young and didn't know what would happen next, the father-daughter connection felt her father's determination.
Determined to never come back.
"Dad, don't leave, don't go on a business trip..."
"I will be good, I will definitely be good..."
The corners of my father's mouth twitched. He wanted to say something more, but he was afraid that his voice would be too trembling.
He pushed his daughter, turned around and wiped his tears so that her daughter wouldn't see her.
He came to the booth and whispered an opinion: "I hope you can take care of my daughter for a while, she doesn't understand anything yet."
Wang Dafu saw everything.
He nodded: "Don't worry, she will grow up healthily, and there is no need to sell her body and dignity. When she is older, she will be sent to the hospital to be a nurse, or learn something else."
When his father heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could ask another question, Wang Dafu patted his shoulder and continued in a low voice:
"Our boss, I hope that those who sacrifice their lives can regard death as their home. I want you to die in peace without worries."
"We are willing to pay a high price for this. Believe me...things in the future will be handled properly."
The father took one last look at his beloved daughter, but he did not dare to look directly into her bright, clear eyes full of grievances.