This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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Only then did the wife realize that a stranger was there.

She stood up and said hello in embarrassment, then wiped off her drool and ran into the kitchen, warming up the bread and broth.

Afterwards, she fled into the room in a hurry and never came out again tonight.

Jack poured a bowl full of broth for Lucifer and drank it intoxicated.

He tore the bread into small pieces and put it in a bowl. He tasted it and said with satisfaction: The diet of the nobles must be this kind of white bread.

Lucifer took a sip and tasted it, and felt that the taste was really good.

Fortunately, they haven't degenerated to the point of taking food for huge profits.

After finishing the meal soon, Jack took out the newspaper and pen, and said embarrassingly: I'm sorry, I have selfish intentions in inviting you to my house, can you teach me how to read?

Doesn't the Unnamed God sect have free schools? Lucifer asked suspiciously.

The night school starts at seven in the evening, and I can't make it in time, so I can only trouble you. Jack rubbed his hands restrainedly, Of course, if you don't want to, just pretend it never happened.

No, I'd love to.

After taking the opponent's newspaper, Lucifer pointed to the words on the newspaper and started one by one.

Jack listened very seriously. This middle-aged man in his early thirties looked much older than his actual age, but there was still a thirst for knowledge in his eyes.

He focused on learning each character, asking the meaning of each word, and it took him a long time to finish reading the content of a news item.

Realizing that it was getting late, he stopped shyly and led Lucifer into the guest room.

You can sleep here tonight, sorry, I don't have any extra quilts, so can I wrong you?

It's okay, I'm used to it, so it's fine.

Good night, then, and thank you for your help, Mr. Lucifer.

Good night.

Lucifer watched Jack leave, and then took a step forward.

An empty shell appeared on the spot, while the body of Lucifer walked out of the room and came to a high altitude, overlooking the city of hot springs.

The players drove away a class, but a more terrifying beast, capitalism, also came here.

This invisible beast has quickly climbed into the ecological niche of this city, and began to rapidly move towards the apex of the ecology.

The selfishness and greed in human nature are its best nutrition. The improvement of productivity will not eliminate it immediately, but will make it evolve in a stronger direction.

I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I hope there is a way to contain it.

After quietly admiring the lights here, Lucifer turned and went back to Jack's house, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, the factory opened.

Still the same stuffy environment, or the same monotonous work content.

The difference is that when the work was about to end, the foreman came out and drew a red line, and shouted to everyone: Today is 30%!

This means they are getting off work later.

No one complained, they all raced against the clock to complete their work without stopping for a moment.

And this silence undoubtedly stimulated the greed of the factory managers.

This red line is getting higher every day, and their off-duty time is getting later and later, but instead of increasing their wages, they are fined for various reasons.

By the end of the month, they had only received two-thirds of the salary promised in the contract, but even so, everyone was smiling.

Why are you so happy after taking two-thirds? Lucifer asked Jack suspiciously.

We couldn't get it before. Jack touched the silver coins in his pocket intoxicatedly, Let's go, we can have a drink tonight.

Just as everyone was about to go back to rest, the factory behind them suddenly exploded with earth-shattering explosions, countless equipment flew towards the sky, and were reduced to ashes amidst the explosions one after another.

Watching the factory turn into ashes, someone suddenly knelt on the ground and wailed in pain.

Their jobs are gone.

The entire fire was extinguished on the second day, and the pungent and sour chemical mixture spread here and there.

The unqualified detective who was invited jumped in the ruins of the factory for a while, and then used his ability [clues] to quickly draw a conclusion.

Explosion caused by overuse. The load rate of the critical part has reached 200%, and there has been no maintenance. Is the person in charge of the factory here?

A middle-aged man came up and said nervously, I am.

This factory is a cooperative factory. The Unnamed God Sect sends technology, and you are responsible for funding and management. The profit is 30-70%, and you account for the majority, right?

The factory owner wiped his sweat with a handkerchief: You are right.

When the contract was signed, it was clearly stipulated that the maximum load rate should not exceed 120%, and it should not exceed one week in a row. There is such a rule, right?

……have.

Then can you explain why it has reached such a terrifying level of 200%? And the higher the load rate, the longer the overtime hours of the workers, and the eight-hour work system clearly stipulated in the contract has been eaten by you. ?”

The tone of the unqualified detective was very flat, but every sentence hit the point, leaving the factory owner speechless.

Although the family property is rich, the factory owner understands that what he is facing is not a slime, but a priest of the Unnamed God Sect. The opponent can easily defeat the Health God Sect, so it is easier to crush himself, a rich man, than an ant.

Putting his posture to the lowest, he whispered: Please give me a day, and I will give you an explanation.

Okay, either give me an explanation, or explain you to the street lamp. It's been a long time since anyone was hanged from the street lamp, and the crazy little policewoman has very itchy hands.

……I see.

Before leaving, the unqualified detective glanced back by chance, just in time to see Lucifer among the crowd.

Hey, demon...

(Don't talk, I'll talk about something when I go back.)

Hearing the voice suddenly ringing in the ear, the unqualified detective nodded clearly.

After that, he left here directly.

After the unqualified detective left, the factory owner slumped on the ground, and he didn't recover until he took a few mouthfuls of smelling salts.

Instructing the foremen to take care of everyone, the factory owner and several high-level officials discussed together for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.

They need a scapegoat.

Packaging the other party as a villain who incites workers to work overtime, packaging himself as a little sheep who is unable to stop him, and finally giving a bribe to the priests of the Unnamed God Sect, then this matter will be overturned.

They have done this kind of thing many times, and I believe they can succeed this time.

The scapegoat had better be a thorn in the head, and he had original sin himself. It was better to be a former aristocrat and a foreigner, so that it would be easier to make this matter an iron case.

So, under such inexplicable circumstances, Lucifer was invited to a certain room, and then was chained inside.

Meow~ Lucifer tilted his head in doubt.

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