I ran for president with scumbag money

As a result, the system searched and searched, but couldn't find anything that Leon needed, except for one after another of "peerless love".Leon covered his face and confirmed once again: This Nima is not an artificial intelligence at all, it is clearly an artificial mental retardation!

"Dude, you can't blame me," the system said aggrievedly, "You haven't activated any of my powerful functions, so how can you bear to blame me for being useless now?"

"What function do you have? Apart from chattering every day to make me hook up with others." Leon said angrily.

The system is excited, like every treasure: "Look, I can increase your appearance and charm by [-]%, so that all men who see you will fall in love with you, fight for you, and fight for your Wuling year; I can also help you investigate rivals in love, intelligently identify green tea and white lotus online, and take revenge on every little watch who wants to steal your man; There is a small black room function..."

"Okay, I understand. In short: you are useless." If it wasn't for Leon's fear of getting his makeup dirty, he really wanted to wipe his face to strengthen his helplessness of anger.

In fact, he has seen that it's not that the system is really useless, on the contrary, for the traversers who are willing to respond to the system, this system is really useful, and all the skill points are full - except for one external factor:

Leon was not the same target as him.

An ambition that cannot be fulfilled, Leon and the system's incompatibility completely turned this time travel into a coffee table full of cups and utensils.

"Brother, think about it, if I met a host who is willing to cooperate, maybe I have established an 'overbearing president's internet celebrity traffic star Koi xx billions of fans empire', and I still need it on your side Are you wronged?" The system said unwillingly.

"Do you blame me?"

"Isn't that right?"

Leon took a deep breath.

calm.

Now that he has been lodged in such a system, and since he can no longer get rid of it, this problem will have to be resolved sooner or later.

What he needs is help, not the "old grudger" who keeps thinking about it in his head.

"Tell me about the stupid love just now." He said.

Whole (shou) Dayton (shi) system, from now on.

The system repeated the story of Tex and White Flower again, and Leon asked in his heart, "Did you find anything?"

"Find that if you want to pry Tex away with your beauty, we have a good chance of winning?"

"...I'm talking about mines, volcanic sulfur." ​​Leon said patiently, "Tex's fortune is definitely exciting, and some people will follow his lead in mining, but the resources are limited. Capital wants to completely own the natural resources. The most effective way is to monopolize, there must be some clause stating that 'minerals are not allowed to be mined without the permission of a certain family', this is the reason why the Hawke family is sneaky."

In the capital world, the idea of ​​letting a group of people get rich first to drive another group of people is ridiculous. The fact is that this group of people who seized the opportunity to get rich will strangle the necks of the latecomers and prevent them from going forward to share the food. .

The van only sent them out of State A, and Squinted Eyes, who had already crossed paths with Leon twice, politely asked them to get off the bus:

"I can only send you here, and then follow, but we are the ones who hurt you."

"Who the hell are you guys? No, you got together to do illegal and criminal things, right?" Oscar was suffering from an occupational disease and asked very bluntly.

He squinted his eyes and stared blankly for a moment, then exchanged glances with the driver who was waiting to drive, and both laughed loudly, as if Oscar had told the funniest joke.

Understanding their attitude, Leon took out a business card from his pocket, handed it over, and said sincerely: "Thank you for your help this time, although I don't know your identities, if there is anything we can help in the future, please contact us. "

He squinted his eyes to stop the laughter, gave him a meaningful look, and took the business card: "Leon Morton, we will meet again sooner or later."

The window of the car was opened, and the scorpion face sitting in another car poked his head out and waved at Oscar: "Boy, your kung fu is too bad, practice hard next time."

Oscar's expression couldn't be seen through the heavy makeup, but it was clear from his eyes that he was absolutely not convinced.

"He-tui," he spat at the rear of the car, and said angrily to Leon, "I think this group of people must have a wrong background. If you investigate them, you can probably wipe out seven or eight 'dens'."

On the contrary, Edith seemed to remember something, and her face changed: "Could it be..."

"En?" Leon turned to look at him.

Edith's face was pale, she stared at him for a while, shook her head and smiled, and said slowly: "I just remembered an urban legend, it's impossible... um... Leon, what should we do next?"

Leon looked at his companions who looked like wandering singers, and smiled wryly for a moment: "What do you ask?"

Even though he has already left State A, he still has to be cautious, since Binny is not around, Leon has absolutely no knowledge of anything beyond State A.

Even if it is the original owner, he will probably be confused when he leaves state A, because his sphere of activities cannot be separated from Hines and the upper-class social circle.

"I do know a place that can accommodate us." Oscar quickly glanced at them, and said, "I just don't know if you can go or not."

"where is it?"

"'Box House'."

"The place to live here is not as good as a box house." Looking at the scene in front of him, Binny couldn't help but think so.

He stayed in this mine for a day and a night, and learned a lot about this place through careful observation.

When contacting Leon, the person who forced him to scratch his hand in the "interview room" was the manager here.

They only recruit poor people who have nowhere to go. In order to prove that they are indeed so poor that they must stay here, Binny first injured the interviewer who judged him "unqualified", forced out the chief executive, and injured his knuckles with a knife.

This move really frightened those people. The poor are not without their faults, and poor and crazy people like this are often very mouthful, but after being frightened, the director is only happy.

A person who is so poor that he is crazy means that he is willing to do anything and dare to do anything.

As a result, Binnie Elwin's admission went smoothly and he was immediately arranged to enter the mine.

Now he has been working here all day, and his whole body has turned black.

No matter how clean and elegant, there is only one result when you go down the mine: become a non-chief.

The intensity of this job is far beyond his imagination.

Many workers read the so-called "three shifts during working hours, the morning shift starts at [-] o'clock and ends at [-] pm, the middle shift starts at [-] pm and ends at [-] o'clock; the evening shift starts at [-] pm and ends at [-] o'clock in the evening." "This schedule.

Many people who don't understand the mysteries and have no contact with grassroots work often feel: "Oh, I didn't expect these workers to be much more comfortable than me, a white-collar worker."

In fact, this commute schedule is simply impossible to keep.

If you work this kind of morning shift, you have to get up at [-]:[-] because there will be a morning meeting, and you may not be able to get off work at [-]:[-] pm because there will be an evening party.

And what was said over and over again in the meeting was a waste of time and brainpower, and would even be called "what mentally retarded content".

At first, Binny didn't understand that we were not children, why we had to waste time on these rules that everyone knew.

Later, he discovered that this was exactly a kind of "brainwashing".

The environment of the mine is very closed, and the daily compact time must be arranged around the content of the work. In addition, there are meetings before and after work, and the same idea is repeatedly instilled. Soon, the human brain will degenerate, except for those in the factory. The rules and regulations, the behavioral process at work, and other things can no longer be memorized and analyzed.

What's more, during the meeting, the manager will also instill a lot of "success learning" in people, such as "a certain rich man was self-made when he was young. He sold small things by the train station, and later entered the factory and became a model employee. After learning, I finally mastered a very unpopular foreign language. One time the factory was visited by a big client, and the translator of the big client had temporary diarrhea. As a staff member at that time, he was proficient in this foreign language in his spare time, and finally succeeded in seizing the opportunity. Get the favor of a big customer, become a partner of a big customer, and finally embark on the road to wealth." Yunyun.

Binny doubted very much that there were templates for these stories, but all the disgraced people around them listened with gusto.

They especially hope that the supervisor will focus on "how the small staff finally married Bai Fumei, the daughter of the rich man", and "what does Bai Fumei look like and what kind of temper she is", so that Binny will naturally not be the party that spoils the fun.

In addition to meetings, the situation of temporary overtime work is endless. The boss will say this: "An hour of overtime work is worth [-] yuan and a production/sales commission. Why don't you do it? What do you want to do when you don't do it and go back to the dormitory?"

The salary of eight yuan an hour, in the words of young people, is less than the price of a cup of milk tea, and it is not necessarily possible to add an egg to a large bowl of instant noodles.

But for many people in the mines, the eight yuan is really hated and has to be earned. After all, "no matter how small a fly is, it is still meat. It is poisonous to eat, and it is a pity to discard it."

In this country, the sulfur miners who are on the verge of death every day earn no more than 12 yuan an hour, the ama who gather sea urchins for a living, and the boatmen who go out to sea to catch squid, their wages are not even an hourly wage, they can only Rely on the harvest to guarantee their own income.

Only when the bottom-level people are extremely poor can they afford to spend all their money on the other side, those domineering presidents and wealthy aristocrats.

The miners need money. For them, what a waste to sleep from [-] o'clock to [-] o'clock the next day. Can they learn?Staying in the dark underground for eight hours is already exhausting enough, what else can I do except continue to stay mechanically and get through it?

Therefore, there are more and more cases of "voluntary overtime".

There is really nothing to do back to the dormitory.

The dormitory is not comparable to the box house. The box house is ventilated from all sides, but the dormitory is closed, stuffy, with oxygen and groundwater seeping in, and the whole room is like a steamer.

How do the people who live here get over it?

They don't need to think about such problems at all. After a day of high-intensity hypoxic work, they lie on the bed and naturally sleep (hun) (mi).

At this moment, Binny is sitting on the iron bed in the dormitory. Only he is still stubbornly wearing the simplest clothes and maintaining the basic etiquette to others.

His hand was in pain. The injury he suffered on the first day here was simply treated and bandaged, and he immediately went back to labor, and he didn't know how long it would take to heal.

Binny suddenly thought that Leon must not like this place because it is non-smoking.

Thinking about it, he smiled involuntarily. This was the funniest thing of the day, and it was also the first time he smiled all day.

Leon would definitely not hate this place just because it was banned from smoking, what he hated must be the various reasons that formed this place.

At the other end of the room, a young man looked up at him from time to time, maybe this smile encouraged him, the young man approached him, hesitantly said: "Hi, hello."

"Hi, what's the matter?" Binny looked at him.

"I want to... thank you for saving my life."

The young man had just taken a shower, breaking free from the appearance of being dyed black when he got off work.

He looked no more than 20 years old, with pale skin, light blond hair, and Leon's looks, but his eyes were very strange, with two colors, one was royal blue and the other was light brown.

This is actually a rare eye disease, heterochromia iris.

The color of the eyes, especially the color of the iris is determined by the pigmentation and distribution of the iris tissue.Therefore, any factor affecting the distribution of the above pigments during the formation process will cause differences in eye color.

Binny didn't look much, he knew what the young man was referring to.

With his disguise and cautious attitude, he would not have been exposed, and he didn't have to be a front-line worker. In the beginning, he was arranged by the supervisor to be an operator.

When he appeared at the mouth of the well for the first time, he suddenly heard someone yelling "help". Among those in trouble, he rushed over and grabbed the broken safety rope.

This move got him into trouble, and the supervisor began to suspect that he was pretending to be disabled to sneak in, and whether his intentions were wrong, so he took drastic actions twice in a row, just to emphasize that he "pretended to be disabled only because he was so poor that he just wanted to stay and didn't want to work very tired." live".

"You don't have to thank me, anyone would do that," Binny said.

"Hehe," the young man let out a miserable laugh and asked, "Do you really believe that anyone can do it?"

He sat cross-legged on the floor next to him and asked seriously, "My name is Loy, what about you?"

"Erwin."

"Erwin, your hand..." Before Roy could finish speaking, the manager walked in from the door, pointing as he walked, "You, you, you and Erwin, Roy, you and I met yesterday Today's overtime pay is gone."

Roy shut his mouth suddenly, blushing, and he jumped up suddenly: "I almost died! He saved me!"

"Yeah, both of you missed work." The supervisor walked around, found no prohibited items, and walked out without looking back.

Roy stared at his back, his eyes were red, but he was still young. He raised his foot and was about to rush out, but Benny grabbed his arm.

"I saved you not to make you rash."

These words made Roy stop. He stood still and took a deep breath, before breaking away from Binny's hand politely.

That night, Binny couldn't sleep, and his fatigue couldn't make him adapt to the dirty environment here immediately. He opened his eyes quietly, but saw Roy standing in the middle of the room, holding a handful of guns in his hand, facing his palm.

Startled, Binny almost jumped up.

But he soon discovered that Roy just pressed the knife on the knuckles of the palm of his finger, and pressed down with the knife.

Binny knew the pain. Sure enough, when the blood gushed out, Roy's face was contorted in order not to let himself cry out. He still gritted his teeth and whispered, "I can hold back the pain. I won't let it hurt again. Others have been bullied."

This wound will not kill.

Binny closed his eyes again and sighed inwardly.

He understands.Even in this kind of place, even if this young man's behavior is so naive and extreme, he still understands.

Like Leon, like Edith, even Winor Hawke

——They are all young people, who would accept their fate?

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