"Hey," the uncle curled his lips and said, "Don't you think it's strange that such a good move can be done so sneakily?"

"Well..."

Ikuta Katsuma was speechless for a moment. Of course he felt strange, but speaking ill of others while making money on their territory, okay?

"The pie will not fall from the sky. If it does, it must be poisonous," the old man said quietly, "But even if it is poison, you must eat it, otherwise the family will starve to death."

"You also... uh, can't find a job for the time being?"

These words seemed to touch the old man's sadness, and he let out a long sigh and said: "I used to drive a taxi. I was the fastest and the last to pick up the taxi. Naturally, I earned the most, especially those few days."

In 2017, almost everyone took a taxi when going out, and tipped a lot. The money earned in a month could buy an apartment in the city center.

But soon, this will no longer be a good thing, but at least I can still make ends meet.

But I don’t know since when, cars can run by themselves without people driving them, and they run fast and steadily. Young people also lower their heads and play with their mobile phones when they get in the car. They don’t like to communicate with others. This is not good.

Cars that can run when someone needs to drive them are very popular with them.

I could only find other jobs. I worked as a construction worker. But within a few years, buildings were also built with iron lumps. When I looked for other jobs, I found that iron lumps were used to transport goods. Small planes were used for take-out and small planes were used for express delivery.

Cars don’t need people for anything, they only need people with knowledge and culture.

But where do I have this thing? In the end, I came here. At first, I was scared and worried, but in the end I thought about it, we can’t do anything, and we will die. What can we gain from it?

If someone takes advantage of it, they’ll have to pay for it.”

"That's true." The old man's words resonated with a young man next to him, who joined their chat group and said: "These days, people who don't pay are very rare, let alone those who take your money but don't

I remember your good deeds and take it for granted. I even took your money and stepped on your head to be my master. Alas!"

"That's right, no matter what this is, at least people pay me happily and there is no mess. That's enough. Why do we, ordinary people, care so much?"

"Yes, we just earn some hard-earned money."

"..."

A group of people were wearing glowing helmets, chatting or complaining. They were all people who were unhappy in life or work, some were lazy, some wanted to make quick money, etc. The ingredients were very mixed.

But it is really extraordinary that such a miscellaneous group of people have stayed here for so long and made so much easy money without letting this job spread.
Chapter completed!