The man bandaged Wuming's wound and introduced himself, saying that his name means "original", so Wuming called him original.
Wuming said he needed electricity, but Yuanchu said they didn't need it. Their tribe lived a life of slash-and-burn farming and never went to the area with pyramids. Wuming was grateful for Yuanchu's help and said he was willing to take Yuanchu into the pyramid, where he was very rich and had gods to help him. Yuanchu said that the gods in this world were dead, and the rest were fake.
Yuanchu was kind-hearted and no longer bothered about this issue. He said he would take Wuming to the ruins of the pyramids, where there might still be electricity.
【Wuming was surprised: "There is more than one Duat?"
Yuan Chu: "My ancestors told me that the Sun Tower has been replaced many times, and half of the people died each time. At the beginning, the Sun Tower was very spacious and bright. With each new tower, the degree of enclosure of the Sun Tower increased. Until it became the tower you have today. Only the top can see the sunlight."
Wuming pondered: "Is it because of the plague? Or is it AI causing chaos? I always say that bionic people are unreliable!"】
They came to the ruins of a pyramid from who knows how long ago. The ground floor here is very large, with factories everywhere, but each compartment is very small, and the environment is very dirty. Wuming flipped through a worker's plastic log.
At the beginning, there were only three workers in this factory, and the boss also worked himself. The environment was difficult, but everyone tried to have fun despite the hardship.
The boss got some money and bought more factories and more workers. The boss stopped working. They produced a lot of bread, so those small workshops closed down, more people lost their jobs, and more people came to work in this bakery at a low price.
Because there were many people competing for the job, they received less and less salary. Later, the boss stipulated that only those who worked ten hours for three consecutive days could get the salary for the last three days. The reason for delaying the salary payment was to prevent people from running away after working. The workers needed to ensure that the quality of the bread was excellent before they could get paid. But in fact, many people died in the narrow workshop due to overwork and disease.
"I work in this bakery from six in the morning to nine at night every day, and I can make 100 loaves of bread for the citizens. But why can I only buy enough food to fill my stomach with the money I get? Why can my boss earn tens of thousands of dollars without doing anything? Where did my money go? I want to get back what I deserve!"
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