Skynet Architect

Si Fan's heart is very heavy, it can be said to be very sad. On a day when the weather was good, he received tragic news that the city of Uranus has become a city full of hope. There have been dozens of batches. People enter the city for three-year labor reform.

They became the people of Uranus, and there are more ordinary people who want to join this army.

Although very few of the population choose a company, most people still believe in their country, and they are also destined to want to enjoy a good life.

But one thing you have to know is that those good lives have costs, they need high living costs, and only local tyrants can enjoy all this.

Uranus seems to have become a super immigrant city in the immigrant country of the United States. All people, no matter where they come from, join this city and dedicate their youth and sweat to this city.

They are happy, so some people are sad. These sad people are not Uranus people, but people in other safe areas, and these people have never been Americans.

Because they use a lot of foreign workers, they are really crazy this time. Even the reserve funds are used. A lot of money has hired countless cheap labor. I don't know how many people from remote areas are hired.

This time there is a relationship with Si Fan, or not much, but the people who applied to solve the problem on his own initiative are indeed a very big trouble.

When Si Fan walked to the streets of San Francisco, it had been a long time since he could not see the volcanic ash. I have to say that their cleanup plan is also reasonable. It is effective to clean up the accumulated volcanic ash nearby and prevent secondary pollution. To contain the development of the whole situation.

What needs to be paid is a lot of labor, even if the machine can't complete so much work, only countless labors can handle it all.

But when Si Fan arrived here, the sight he saw was still unacceptable.

When he was outside the city, Si Fan's car was moving very slowly. He just wanted to see what was going on in the city.

"Oh!" A sigh came out from a long Lincoln car. This was Si Fan's sigh.

He distinguished a lot of his compatriots from the crowd on that side.

Their age is different from that of people in other countries. Most of these people are over forty years old. There are really not many young people.

In other countries, there are all kinds of things, but there are no children.

It is estimated that the United States dare not and do not want to use them.

With the presence of Chinese people, Si Fan is not in a good mood. As for how to judge, there is no need to think about it. Everyone’s clothes have details. They use the work attitude of the group. Competing with each other, there is no bonus for bad work. That is their hope for a day.

It's like the carrot hanging in front of the donkey.

After entering the city, Si Fan went directly to pick up the things that needed to be processed this time.

In other words, corpses are better, but corpses cannot be transported, so after a very authoritative autopsy, all people were burned to ashes and taken back.

When Si Fan arrived, everything was already at the airport.

He watched several people push huge boxes one by one, and then slowly put them next to the shelf.

Seeing this death toll, Si Fan's brow furrowed more serious, and he didn't know how to describe the feeling in his heart now.

These people came out with insurance, and each of them signed a contract for special types of work. If the other party is not responsible for death, it is nothing more than losing money.

In such an environment, dead people are normal.

"How do people die? Can you explain it to me? What does it mean to leave me alone here." Si Fan shouted loudly in English, and there were so many staff members in front of him.

These people are afraid to speak.

There was a man sitting among the ashes, and he spoke.

"How did these people die? They died in their own hands, and they were not afraid of death one by one. They breathed too much of the damn ashes, and then one by one they thought they were smart and sold their labor protection supplies so that they could use their equipment for time. Too long."

"Anyway, I'm looking for death by myself. If you don't come to this country, you don't have to die." His voice was low, and he could see that his mental state was not good.

Si Fan leaned over and looked at this simple farmer. He was very thin now, his face was dazzling, and his eyes didn't seem to be very focused, just sitting in a group of urns.

Coming over, Si Fan asked, "You all know the danger, why don't you prepare in advance?"

The man in front of him smiled, miserably.

He said with tears: "I just know that some things are actually more important than fate. In the eyes of the head, his fate is not very valuable. If he can make more money and go home, he will die. Not important anymore."

Tears wet his clothes.

It can be seen that he pays great attention to cleanliness. The clothes have obviously been washed many times, and they have faded.

Si Fan has nothing to say about this topic.

This guy will still speak for himself.

At this time, the plane had begun to take off slowly, but it was nothing to them. They had already entered the cargo warehouse.

Of course, Si Fan could sit in a cabin, but he didn't go.

Just stay with this young man.

Yes, although he looks like a farmer, Si Fan believes that he is not more than 25 years old or even younger.

"The boss wants to marry his son. If you do a good job this time, you can earn two or three hundred thousand yuan in one or two years and his son will get married." He said quietly.

Gradually, he described a clambering iron man. He had been ill before he arrived here. The examination was not very serious during the physical examination. It was a lung disease.

If you can be treated after you arrive, you only need to take the drugs given by the government, and then spend a little money to go to the hospital for some treatment, and it will be fine.

But he chose to fight hard, and the medicine was sold by him, because he heard that a small bottle of medicine could sell for more than 800 dollars, so he didn't have the slightest hesitation, and then worked desperately, secretly selling his own labor insurance. Supplies.

He used various methods to make money. Within three or four months, he accumulated a lot of money, more than anyone else, almost double that of others.

But Zhang Ergou watched his boss getting tired, getting thinner and getting worse and worse.

Until one day, the boss seemed to be much better, found himself personally and told him with a smile.

He finally saved enough for the down payment for his son to buy a house in the city, maybe enough for the dowry... Then he fell into his arms amid a violent cough, closed his eyes and never opened it again.