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, and the gods have not taken care of you, who are you still working for?"

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 relations, and human belief was justifiable. But in the ruined world, the so-called 'gods' are just intruders who glorify their own actions. What exactly are they?

Are you being bewitched by the gods? Is it Akto's plan before his death, or is it just your personal desires, Lin Guang?"

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

Su Lin: "...I have not discussed pajamas-related topics with you. I have advised you before, if you really want to do good for the world, or if you want to do good for a certain person, respect the lives of others. Don't use your own

selfish desires, the freedom to determine whether everyone lives or not."

Lin Guang: "In my eyes, only the pajamas you are wearing are more interesting. Where did you buy them? I'll buy a set for Lewis."

Five seconds later, the two were about to fight.

Although Su Mingan 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. This was also the reason why Su Ming'an couldn't attack Lin Guang. He couldn't even say an excessive word, and Lin Guang would forcefully interrupt him with bullets.

He stared closely at the pistol on Lin Guang's waist and was ready to dodge.

However, Lin Guang smiled. He put his right hand lightly on his chest, pressed down his collar that was swaying slightly in the wind, bowed forward, lowered his eyebrows, and spoke in an extremely soft tone: "Of course, I can wait for you and treat the guests

You should be patient. However, please allow me to follow you until we leave together."

Su Mingan frowned slightly.

Ten years have passed, and even Lin Guang has become able to speak... What made Lin Guang learn to communicate with others? Was it Akto's death?

"...Su Lin, I'm disturbing your sleep, let's go downstairs." Su Ming'an turned around. Su Lin's side was filled with light flashes, and the pajamas on her body were instantly changed, like a demon transforming into a fairy.

…

[Doomsday City·Industrial Zone No. 082·Ricker Pharmaceutical Manufacturing Factory]

Su Mingan came to the largest pharmaceutical manufacturing factory in Doomsday City and handed over the industrial chain data recorded in the City of Measurement to the managers here.

In order to prevent Lin Guang from being yelled at and beaten like a rat crossing the street, he threw Lin Guang outside the factory.

The person in charge of receiving Su Mingan was a young man named Kaskinen Philo. It was said that he was a candidate for the [Hawk Dog] new army. He was trained in the factory before joining the army. The young man looked very nervous, and even his hand holding the notebook was

shake.

"Lord of the City...!" Philo's face turned red: "Lord of the City, it's empty inside... the air is bad, let's talk at the door."

"It doesn't matter, I need to see the size of the factory." Su Mingan said.

This factory is now responsible for producing drugs to treat missing diseases. This drug has been a big breakthrough in the past ten years, derived from the scientific and technological information left by Akto. The output of the factory can treat tens of thousands of people for a long time, even if it cannot cure it.

It can alleviate the disease and prolong life just like treating cancer.

Su Ming'an was walking on the iron corridor, and the iron under his feet made a "Peng Peng" sound. The young man walking next to him stepped lightly and stepped hard, making the entire iron sheet tremble.

"Are you nervous?" Su Mingan couldn't help asking.

The young man's face suddenly turned red.

"I...I admire the city lord. If it weren't for you, ten years ago, my whole family would have died of deficiency disease, and my sister would have been tortured to death by the ruler of the god's camp..." Philo was so excited that he spoke incoherently:

"Back then, when you fell down at the end of the War of Dawn, everyone was in despair. I didn't expect that I would see you again one day. I was so afraid that this was a dream, so I was nervous... I hope you can survive.

For a long time, I saw with my own eyes that we built the city..."

He has dreamed about the resurrection of the city lord more than once. Although the image of the city lord mostly only exists on the TV screen. But if you admire a person to the extreme, you will even dream about this person in your dreams.

Unexpectedly, his dream would now come true.

"Don't be afraid." Su Mingan opened the door and stepped into the factory. Thick smoke and dust blew into his face. He looked directly at the large machinery and workers buzzing in the field and said softly:

"Asa Aktor will not die."

Akto is always there.

There will always be "Asa Akto" 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 measurement city.

Philo was encouraged by Su Ming'an's words, said "Yeah" loudly, and followed.

Su Mingan walked all the way and found that although the factory was large in scale, the environment was extremely poor. The workers had to work here for twelve hours a day, and the black smoke from the large machinery damaged their throats. Many of them worked while

Cough, suffering from lung disease.

The steel-making furnace with golden-red liquid boiling in the center was like carrying a whole pot of magma. The scalding heat made people's cheeks turn red, and some even had scarlet skin covered with pimples on half of their bodies.

Su Mingan frowned when he saw this scene.

——Do the workers work in such a harsh environment?

——Why didn’t the factory provide protection for the workers? He saw the wages posted on the wall were horrifyingly low. How could this ensure the workers’ livelihood?

Thinking of someone selling the position of team leader, Su Mingan felt suspicious of the factory's leadership.

"Where's the factory director?" Su Mingan shouted.

"Hey, hey, City Lord..."

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

"Why don't workers wear protective clothing?" Su Mingan asked. He was going to start here to clean up the corrupt rule.

"That's right, City Lord. If workers are given protective clothing, work efficiency will slow down, and the factory's output will be reduced by at least 30%. The consequences will be disastrous." The factory director explained.

"Then why can't we hire more people?" Su Mingan said.

"City Lord. Nowadays, the labor force is in short supply. Many people have to go out to obtain heating resources. We cannot hire more people. Workers must shoulder extremely long working hours to alleviate the widespread infection of the missing disease. If there is a slight mistake, not only will it be destroyed

Several families." said the factory director.

"Then why can't workers' wages be increased to attract idle people?" Su Mingan said. Along the way, he saw many people lying in the bridge holes doing nothing.

"We can't raise wages, City Lord. Today's wages are already the best calculated value. If it's any higher, the factory will collapse." The factory director wiped his sweat.

Su Ming was quiet for a moment.

But soon, he discovered the problem.

"——Then why can't the factory take less commission, and you leaders can't get less remuneration?" Su Mingan asked.

"...City Lord." Philo next to him spoke: "The factory director and the others didn't get a single point."

Su Mingan paused.

Philo and Su Mingan explained that such factories are directly managed by Doomsday City, and the factory director's salary is not even as high as that of the workers. The middle-aged factory director is a kind-hearted person who feels that the workers are suffering, and will divide his salary to subsidize them.

If workers are given protective clothing, it will increase production costs, make the factory unable to operate, and workers will lose their jobs.

If the working hours are shortened or workers' wages are increased, the result will be the same. Even if more people are hired, the machinery in the factory will be difficult to load, and there will be a waste of overlapping personnel.

If the factory's commission is reduced, there is no one to finance, and the machinery cannot be repaired, the factory will also close down. This will affect more than just the families of a few workers...

Su Mingan calculated in his mind for a moment and found that it was really like this...people cannot seek a better environment. Disease and low wages are like maggots in the tarsus, and they have no way to do better.

He has never experienced such an era. Productivity is limited, and the importance of human life is even lower than production.

He 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 the efficiency of drug manufacturing be ensured.

This made him feel helpless.

He is too young, he has not even stepped into society, and he suddenly wants to be the city lord of all mankind.

After a long while, he said: "What about... the medicine?"

He could only see what kind of magic medicine people paid so much for.

"City Lord, this is the medicine we are producing, which can increase the mental threshold and delay the invasion of the deficiency disease. It is known as a 'miracle across the ages'. If it weren't for the information you left, we would not be able to fight against the deficiency disease..." A

The factory manager in blue presented Su Mingan with a wooden box.

Su Mingan looked over - raising the mental threshold, wouldn't that be comparable to mental stabilizing medicine? If he could use it himself...

There was some expectation in his 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 some kind of divine object.

Su Mingan took a look.

At this moment, he was completely stunned, as if something was stuck in his throat.

It wasn't until ten seconds later that he rolled his Adam's apple and found his voice:

"...Rose, rose blood?"

The sense of historical connection came to his mind strangely at this moment, as if the chain before and after clicked together, and he was almost speechless.

"Will you name it Rose Blood? It's a very suitable name. We will rename it [Rose Blood]." The factory manager said happily: "Because this is a god made from the information you left behind.

Medicine, we have named the manufacturer as your name. I believe that you will definitely enjoy the gratitude of countless people in the future."
To be continued...