Ultra-Dimensional Technology Era

The solidification of this land for thousands of years can be said to be deeply rooted. The high caste will always be on top, while the low caste can only be a cow and a horse for a lifetime. This is a society that is completely locked.

Piles of rubbish were piled up wantonly on the side of the road, blowflies were buzzing and flying around, and hundreds of wires were tangled together on stubborn utility poles, messing up like a homeless man's hair.

The air is filled with a strong smell of curry, and the smell of spices seems to overwhelm other smells.

It had just rained heavily, and a thin old man walked with difficulty on the muddy road with his bare feet, walking towards a shop not far away.

At the door of the shop not far away, there was already a zigzag line at this time, the line was like a suffocating earthworm, trapped by the muddy ground, it was writhing restlessly.

Old Ambani finally came to the back of the line. Inside the line, the poor people who were shirtless or in tattered clothes were discussing in whispers.

"Have you heard?"

"what……"

"The price of rice has risen again."

"Brahma, it's too bad."

"I heard it has risen to 35 rupees."

"This day will not pass."

"..."

Old Ambani's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but squeeze the rice bag and 200 rupees (10 rupees equal to 1 Chinese yuan) even tighter, for fear of being patronized by thieves.

However, the old Ambani is also very afraid of the rising rice price. The price keeps rising, but the income does not rise but falls.

At the beginning of March, the price of rice in Tianzhu was only 11-13 rupees per kilogram, but now it has skyrocketed to 35 rupees per kilogram, a year-on-year increase of 300%. This not only caused the poor to complain, but also indirectly raised the prices of other things.

The average monthly income of the poor in Tianzhu is about 2000-3000 rupees. If it is the previous rice price, you can buy enough rice for a month for 300 rupees, but now you have to spend 900 rupees.

If other food is added, each of them now needs to spend 1500 rupees to barely fill their stomachs.

While thinking wildly, they lined up anxiously.

Half an hour later, old Ambani saw that there were ten people left in front of him, and he felt a little relieved.

Suddenly there was a commotion ahead.

"no"

"Damn..."

"No more"

The store staff put a wooden sign saying [Rice is sold out] at the door.

The poor people who were queuing started cursing.

Old Ambani looked at the red letters in disappointment, glaring like blood, and his whole body was lost. There was not much food left in the house.

If they can no longer buy food, not only will they starve to death, but their wives and grandchildren will also starve to death.

In desperation, he could only go to another store farther away, hoping to buy food there. The long-term hunger made old Ambani not only walk slowly, but also gave people a sense of fragility.

In the sky, the cumulonimbus clouds coming from the Bay of Bengal slowly deposited over Howrah, creating a sense of depression before the storm.

Old Ambani struggled to take two quick steps.

Suddenly a person wrapped in a face towel appeared in front of him, and he suddenly attacked Old Ambani. The man trembled and grabbed Old Ambani's left hand holding the rice bag and 200 rupees frantically.

But under the tension, there was nothing left.

Snapped!With all his strength, the old man hit the masked man on the head with his cane.

"Robbery..." Old Ambani yelled sadly.

Under the pain, the masked man's inner viciousness exploded, and he pulled out the rusty scissors that were only half left from his waist, and slammed them into the old Ambani's chest.

The old man's chest was heaving and unsteady, and blood gushed out instantly, splashing all over the masked man's body.

Regardless of other things, the masked man hurriedly grabbed the 200 rupees, but the old man was still holding the banknotes tenaciously.

Tear!The three banknotes were scratched by the masked man, and the furious masked man was about to break the old man's hand, when many people rushed over.

The masked man could only wield half of the scissors and fled towards the alley.

Kacha... In the dark cloud-covered sky, a dazzling lightning flashed, and then a heavy rain fell on the slums.

The cold raindrops slapped the old Ambani on the body. The old Ambani, who was wearing a cane, was still holding the three remaining half banknotes tightly, and the blood from the wound on his chest kept oozing out.

His gradually dilated pupils were still staring at the closed shop at the end of the street.

A few poor people who rushed over touched the old man in fear, and found that the old man's body was already stiff, his body temperature was cold, and his pupils were completely dilated.

"He has returned to Lord Shiva."

The policeman, who was always the last to appear, finally arrived after half an hour.

"The weather." The sheriff grumbled.

After glancing at the wet corpse, he then turned his attention to his polished sheepskin boots. Looking at the leather boots that had been polluted by the muddy road, he felt distressed.

"You guys should be quicker."

"Okay, okay."

……

On a tall building in Howrah.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, it faces the slums.

John put down the binoculars in his hand and said disgustedly: "These inferior people should disappear in this world."

"Huaguo seems to have failed." Ivan who was looking at the computer raised his head and said.

John picked up a glass of red wine and drank it down, then said indifferently: "This time is just an appetizer, next time I will let them know that ants are ants after all."

Ivan said casually: "I found some very interesting information, you can take a look."

Turning the notebook around after speaking, John put down the red wine glass, looked at the notebook, and then frowned.

Large-scale glass greenhouses, subsidized electricity at low prices, soybean production is expected to be 2500 million tons this year

"Data Confirmation"