Global Cataclysm: Start building a floating island

Chapter 108

The dome of the main hall is inlaid with a large number of lamps made of spar, shining like stars.

The walls made of white spar all around reflect the pale golden light, making the entire main hall look more high-end and atmospheric.

Various snacks were placed on the tables in the side halls on both sides.

In some beautifully shaped containers, carefully cooked dishes are placed.

The people who come here are basically residents of Area A, and they are even more elegant in their clothes and have extraordinary temperament.

Lin Ye walked in the resplendent hall with a tray, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

Although there is a certain gap in living standards between people in Area C and Area B, there is actually no difference in the cost of food and clothing.

Especially the food they eat is ordinary compressed biscuits and drinking water, but the proportions are different.

However, Area A is completely different.

Compressed biscuits mixed with various additives, no matter how delicious they are, can't compare with real poultry and vegetables.

If the residents of Areas C and B could see the situation here, they would probably go crazy.

Isn't this the end of the world?

After walking around for a while, Lin Ye found a slightly hidden place and observed the surrounding situation.

Not long after watching, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

He was startled immediately, clutching the tray and subconsciously wanting to fight back.

But when he saw that the person standing beside him was also a waiter, the strength accumulated in his hands was gradually relieved.

"Hey, what a coincidence, are you here to be lazy?" the waiter leaned against the wall and teased.

Lin Ye ignored him and turned back to stare at the crowd in the hall.

Seeing that there was no response, the waiter was not annoyed. He took off his mask, took out the food hidden in his clothes, and began to feast on it.

"You are..." The babbling voice caught Lin Ye's attention.

The waiter looked young, and the childishness on his face hadn't faded away.

The waiter swallowed the food in his mouth and responded in a low voice:

"I haven't eaten all day. This is not enough to fill my stomach. There is so much food on the table, these people can't finish it. It's not too much for me to help them solve it!"

After eating, the guy pulled up the curtain on one side, wiped his greasy hands carefully, and looked at Lin Ye at the same time:
"My name is Hope, hey, where are you from?"

"Area B"

"Nonsense, waiters like us are not all from District B. Let me ask you which street in District B!"

"do not know……"

"It's boring!" Hope cast a disgusted look, but he didn't stop talking:

"I heard that President Samson was going to hold a banquet, so I immediately came over to sign up for the waiters.

It's hard to grab a spot, there are hundreds of people in our street!
I'm the only one shortlisted, so I'm lucky! "

Hearing these words, Lin Ye finally became interested. He leaned against the wall and asked curiously:
"Why do you want to come here so much?"

"For what?" Hope's tone was a little inconceivable, and Lin Ye's eyes also changed, as if he was looking at a strange person.

"Of course it's for money, working here for a day earns more than a month's salary in District B.

If you can get the rewards from these big shots, then this year's pocket money will be enough!
Moreover, there are so many good things to eat! "

As he said that, he pointed to the corner of the side hall opposite, where there were also a few waiters who were stealing food, their mouths were full, but the movements of their hands didn't stop.

“People here live in mansions, wash their hands with centuries-old wine, eat well-grilled steaks only for the first time, and don’t wear a suit of clothes three times.

This is District A, this is the life of the rich! "

Hope stretched out his hands and looked at the shining dome of the hall, with endless yearning on his face.

Lin Ye looked at the young man in front of him and said seriously, "Perhaps, the Lord of the Temple does not advocate such a way of life."

"Lord of the temple?" Hope's tone was full of disdain, "Come on, it's impossible for his old man to know these things. He will just huddle in the domed ancestral temple and read those useless ancient books all day long!"

Lin Ye felt offended, but he could only resist the urge to hit someone, and stood quietly aside.

Because according to the inherited memories, he found that the successive masters of the temple did not care much about the suffering of their people.

Immersed in their own world, they have been studying the books of the sages, trying to understand the mystery of ascension.

But judging from the results, this method of building a car behind closed doors caused the former prosperous dynasty to overthrow in a short period of time, and it will never be able to restore the glory of the year.

Just as Lin Ye was sighing, today's protagonist appeared.

The crowd in the hall burst into cheers, and then, Samson, dressed in white, slowly walked out of the back passage.

Behind him was a group of scantily clad, young and beautiful Ayr women, which was really enviable.

But this guy didn't look very happy, with a gloomy face on his face.

At this moment, Hope jumped excitedly: "Dude, here is my chance to get rich overnight!"

He put on the mask again, then took the full wine bottle from Lin Ye, put it on his tray, and walked all the way to Samson's side.

"Good guy, you're quite good at it!" Lin Ye glanced at the empty tray and complained silently.

Samson picked up the wine bottle and chatted with the people in the study room in the hall for a moment, then walked up to everyone and coughed lightly.

Sensing the strange aura, everyone calmed down and turned to look at the host who held the banquet.

"Everyone must have heard about the Lord of the Temple!

The purpose of my hosting this banquet is to celebrate that the temple has finally ushered in a new leader after so many years! "

Samson held up the wine bottle in his hand, and was about to toast with everyone, when a voice suddenly sounded from the crowd:
"The succession declaration is very imposing, but an alien, why should we believe him!"

The people around him were stunned for a moment, obviously not reacting.

However, some people nodded frequently and echoed.

Samson did not blame the speaker, but turned the wine bottle and sighed:

"This is the choice of the former Chief Elder Erwin, and it is also the choice of the Temple Ancestral Temple, and we cannot interfere!"

Before the words fell, there were many dissatisfied voices from the crowd:
"This is too unfair. Since an alien can become the Lord of the Temple, why can't Mr. Samson?"

"I think so too. Mr. Samson is in charge of the Ibrahimovic Chamber of Commerce. He works so hard every day in order to make the temple develop better, but suddenly an alien inserts in the middle and directly takes away the place of the temple. The position of the Lord, tell me, is this plausible?"

"The elders of the temple did it on purpose. I think those people are afraid that Mr. Samson will pose a threat to them after he becomes the leader!"

"Those hypocritical elders also said that only qualified people can accept the inheritance, but so many people have died over the years without success, there must be tricks in it!"

(End of this chapter)