Ray of Justice: Pirate's Nightmare

Reincarnation is a technical job. In the same world, due to different births, some people can live a life without worries and live a life superior to others, while some people cannot live the most ordinary and ordinary life. .

"Gana, you're slacking off again!"

The boss is big and round, very handsome, but unfortunately his personality is not as tolerant as his appearance.

As a gold allergy merchant, he managed dozens of slaves bought from the underground market and some local middle-aged men to work for him.

"I do not have."

The boy named Garner lowered his head and said.

He didn't dare to offend the boss. The last slave who offended the boss was now missing, but he heard others said that he was dead and was killed by this petty man.

"Hmph, it's best not to do it. Hurry up and do it quickly. If you don't finish it, you won't have anything to eat."

The boss had a cold face and no emotion at all.

Of course there is no emotion. These people, oh no, to him, these are not people. At most, they can only be regarded as a tool, a tool for making money.

What kind of emotions do you need to treat tools?

Is it possible that the tool is broken and I still have to cry?

Of course, if crying can make the remaining good tools feel grateful to him and work harder, then it is not impossible for him to cry.

But judging from his many years of experience, he didn't need to cry.

Because that little incentive is not enough, it would be more effective to tell these people directly that if they cannot finish their work, they will have nothing to eat.

There are two types of people in his alluvial gold factory, one is a young slave aged sixteen or seventeen, and the other is a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.

Young people have good physical strength and can withstand hardships. Middle-aged people have poor physical strength but have good psychological conditions.

He would not accept non-slave teenagers to work in his gold placer factory. He had suffered this disadvantage before.

Young people are motivated, and the work in the alluvial gold factory has little technical content. They just pan for gold in the sand day after day. It is boring and boring, and they have to endure poor working conditions. The key is that the wages are not very high. Young people are very motivated and always feel that they cannot waste their time in this way. Often the young people they recruit will run away with their buckets within a few months and cannot find anyone.

Middle-aged men are much more honest, especially those with families. For the sake of their wives and children, they can tolerate no matter how hard or tiring the work is, and they will also take the initiative to persuade young people who are ready to make a move to accept the reality. Because in their world, accepting reality is a sign of mature men.

Life, isn't it just about finding a job, supporting your family for the rest of your life, and ending your life when you get old? Why should we strive for a future? Isn't it better to just be a gold digger in peace and quiet?

Not to mention, he himself said it was useless, but what those middle-aged men said was actually useful. He really only left one or two young people to continue working for him.

However, the placer gold factory needs more young people, otherwise the work will be too slow and the money will be too little. So he found an underground chamber of commerce, specifically buying young and strong slaves from there.

"I have said this many times. You work not only for me, but also for yourself. Work diligently and work hard to make money. Wouldn't it be better to regain your freedom as soon as possible? I don't ask you to remember that I removed you from It’s a kindness for rescuing me from the underground chamber of commerce, but at least you can’t let me lose, right? Okay, work hard, I’ll go back first.”

After saying that, the boss went back with a big belly. It was too hot here, so he had to go back and eat some melon to relieve the heat.

"Bah, that's disgusting. Do you think we are fools? We do so much work for only that little money, and we can't pay him back the money he paid for us in more than ten years?"

Someone couldn't help but spit in the direction the fat boss left, with disdain in his words.

"Okay, stop complaining. What's the use of complaining? It's better to accept it all. There's no better way anyway, right? Even though it's taking a little longer, at least there's hope, right?"

A middle-aged man walked up to Garner and said to the young man who had just spat.

"There is hope. Is it the same as Uncle Bafana? Or is it the same as Is?"

After Garner finished speaking, he turned around silently and went to work without looking at the middle-aged man again.

The middle-aged man was choked by Garner's words.

Bafana was a friend of his. Two years ago, he had an accident at work. His leg was broken. He couldn’t heal it and had no money to treat it. As a result, he was fired by his boss. He was physically disabled and had no skills. After losing his financial source, he became Not only does it burden his wife to take care of him, but he also spends a lot of money on physical treatment every month. Years of working in harsh conditions left him in poor health. He could hold on when he was young, but ended up with a broken leg. After losing his source of income and feeling desperate, he could no longer hold on.

Later, Bafana committed suicide while his wife was out shopping for groceries.

As for Yi Si, his experience was similar to that of Bafana. He was injured and taken away by his boss. After fending for himself for a while, he died.

The middle-aged man knew what Ghana meant when he said this to him, but what could he do?

He has children, a wife, and parents to support at home, but what can he do if he doesn't work in a placer gold factory? After all, he has been doing this for too long and he doesn’t know anything else.

If there were no accidents, he should be able to work for another ten years. He just hoped that he could finish these ten years smoothly without any accidents happening to him.

Raise your children, provide for your parents until they die, and spend every day with your wife.

As for himself, anything is fine.

The hot sun radiates heat like no money, and the busy gold miners are holding tools and constantly sifting the sand. If nothing unexpected happens, they should spend a tiring day as usual, then go back to have a rest, and continue their day-to-day life the next day.

"Is this the placer gold factory?"

Smoker looked at the scene in front of him with a serious expression. The lifeless people were working like puppets, repeating, repeating, repeating.

Li Duo, the official in charge of this area, wiped his sweat and said: "Yes, yes."

Smoker walked directly to Garner without even looking at Lido.

"You are……"

Garner looked at the sturdy man in front of him curiously. He knew Lido. He had personally seen the fat boss hand Lido his money bag.

"What's going on with the chain?"

Smoker did not answer Garner's words, but pointed to the iron ring around Garner's neck. The iron ring was connected to an iron chain, and the end of the iron chain was an iron ball.

"Don't all slaves wear this?"

Garner laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Slave? Tell me, how did you become a slave?"

Smoker asked with a serious expression.

"How did we become slaves? Doesn't that gentleman know very well? He doesn't know how we became slaves, right? We were caught by people from the underground chamber of commerce and used as labor to buy Alabasta. Even if we reported it to local officials, It's useless, I can only be locked here by this chain and this iron ball, and work hard for the boss here."

"Is that so?"

Smoker showed a true expression.

After Lieutenant General Carr joined the new navy, there was a lot more content in the political class that should have been there but had been missing before - the impact of businessmen on society.

That is extremely sharp content, and it analyzes the nature of a businessman very clearly.

The part that touched Smoger the most was the collusion between government and business.

He turned his head and glanced at Lido indifferently.

Liduo was excited and felt a cool breeze on his back.

But the weather... is obviously very hot.