Reincarnation is a technical life. In the same world, because of different births, some people can live a carefree life and live a superior life, while others cannot live a most ordinary and ordinary life.

"Ghana, you're lazy again!"

The boss has big arms and a round waist, and is very rich, but unfortunately his personality is not as tolerant as his appearance.

As a Sand Gold merchant, he manages dozens of slaves bought from underground markets and some local middle-aged men to work for him.

"I don't."

The boy named Garner said with his head down.

He did not dare to offend his boss. The last slave who offended his boss was no longer where he went, but he heard others say he was dead and was killed by this petty man.

"Hmph, it's better not to do it. Work quickly, you can't finish it and have no food to eat."

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

Of course there is no emotion. These people, oh no, for him, these are not people, and at most they can only be regarded as tools, tools to make money.

What kind of feelings do you need when dealing with tools?

Could it be that the tool is broken and you still have to cry?

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

However, based on his years of experience, he doesn't have to cry.

Because that little motivation is not enough, it would be better to just tell these people that they can’t finish their work and have no food to eat.

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

Young people have good physical strength and can withstand torture, while middle-aged people have poor physical strength, but the advantage is that they have good psychological conditions.

He would not accept that non-slave boys come to work in his own sand gold factory, and he had suffered this loss before.

Young people are motivated, and the work in the Sand Gold Factory has no technical content. They spend all day trying to make gold in the sand day after day. Not only is it boring, but they have to endure bad working conditions. The key is that the salary is not very high. Young people are motivated and always feel that they can't waste their time like this in their entire lives. The young people they often recruit will run away with their buckets within a few months, and they can't find anyone.

Middle-aged men should be much more honest, especially those with families. They can tolerate any hard and tiring work for their wives and children, and they will also actively persuade young people who are ready to accept reality. Because in their world, accepting reality is a manifestation of mature men.

Life is just about finding a job and supporting your family for the rest of your life, and you will be able to finish your life when you are old? Why do you have to fight for a future? Isn’t it better to be a gold digger in peace and scrutiny?

It’s not a word, he said it was useless, but what the middle-aged men said was useful, and he really left him with one or two young people to continue working for him.

However, the Sand Gold Factory needed more young people, otherwise they would do too slowly and earn too little money. So he found the underground chamber of commerce and specially bought young and strong slaves from there.

"I have said this many times. You work not only for me, but also for yourself. Isn't it good to work diligently, earn money, and restore your freedom as soon as possible? I don't ask you to remember the kindness I saved you 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 his big belly. The place was too hot, so he had to go back and eat a melon to relieve the heat.

"Bah, it's so disgusting. Treat us as fools, and only pay for so much work, can't I pay back the money he bought us in more than ten years?"

Some people couldn't help but spit in the direction of the fat boss leaving, and their words were full of disdain.

"Okay, stop complaining, what's the use of complaining? Why don't you accept all this? There's no better way anyway, right? Although it's a little longer, at least there is hope, right?"

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

"Is there hope, is it the same as Uncle Bafana? Or is it the same as Is?"

After Garner finished speaking, he didn't look at the middle-aged man again and turned around to work silently.

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

Bafana was a friend of his. Two years ago, he had an accident due to work. His legs broke and he had no money to cure them. As a result, he was fired by his boss. He was physically disabled and had no skills. After losing his source of income, he became a burden to his family. Not only did he drag his wife to take care of him, but he also spent a lot of money to treat his body every month. Working in harsh environments for many years made his body unhealthy. He could hold his legs up when he was young, but his legs broke and he felt desperate after losing his source of income. He could no longer hold on.

Later, Bafana committed suicide while his wife went out to buy vegetables.

As for Is, he had a similar experience as Bafana. He was also injured and was taken away by his boss. After a period of time, he died.

The middle-aged man knew what Garner meant to say this to him, but what could he do?

What can he do if he has children, wives, and parents who need to raise him. If he doesn't do the job of Shajin Factory? After all, he has been doing this for too long, so he will not do anything else.

If there is no accident, he should be able to do it for more than ten years. He only hopes that he can complete the past ten years smoothly and not have any accidents.

Raise your children, support your parents to live in their old age, and live every day with your wife.

As for himself, he can do anything.

The hot sun is spilling heat like a money-free one, and the busy gold rushers are holding tools and constantly sifting the sand. If nothing unexpected happens, they should spend a tired day as usual, then go back and take a break, and continue this day after day life.

"Is this the Sand Gold Factory?"

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

The official in charge of this area, Lido, wiped his sweat and said, "Yes, yes."

Smog didn't even look at Lido, and walked directly to Ghana.

"Who are you……"

Garner looked at the strong man in front of him curiously. He knew Lido. He had seen the fat boss handing Lido the money bag.

"What's going on with this chain?"

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

"Don't slaves all wear this thing?"

Garner smiled like a self-deprecating smile.

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

Smog asked with a heavy expression.

"How did you become a slave? Isn't that adult very clear? He won't know how we become slaves, right? He was caught by the people of the underground chamber of commerce and bought Alabastan as labor. Even if he responded to local officials, it would be useless. He could only be honestly locked by this chain, and the iron ball was locked here and worked hard for the boss here."

"Is this true?"

Smog showed such an expression.

After Lieutenant General Carl joined the new navy, there was a lot of content in Zhengzhi class that should have existed but had been missing before - the impact of merchants on society.

That is extremely sharp content, and the essence of a businessman is analyzed to be well-informed.

The part that touched Smog the most was the collusion between officials and businessmen.

He turned his head and looked at Li Duo coldly.

Li Duo shuddered and felt a cool breeze experiencing his back.
Chapter completed!