Chapter 179

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Beside the rose field.

The hundreds of kilograms of roses that were confiscated piled up a small hill beside the flower field. Qi Yifang stood in front of the rose field, took out a direction indicator that swayed with the wind direction and pointed it at the rose hill, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. tone.

"...The relative humidity of the air is 78%, the temperature is 26 degrees Celsius, it turns cloudy, there is no sustained breeze and the wind turns to a breeze, and the wind is northerly level one..."

Qi Yifang suddenly opened his eyes. He scratched the wooden direction sign with his thumb, and said in a calm tone, "Now we will start the weather forecast for today."

[System prompt: Player Qi Yifang uses skill (weather broadcast)]

[Skill usage range: a circular area with a local radius of ten meters]

[Skill use effect: It can predict the weather in a local area, and control the wind direction, wind force, sunlight, rain, and possible weather features within a certain range]

[Reminder: This skill will cause a certain degree of decline in the player's physical strength and mental value. Is the player sure to use this skill? 】

【Sure. 】

The wooden direction mark in Qi Yifang's hand fell with the sound of the system broadcast, and began to swing from side to side rapidly, and the physical and mental value bars on Qi Yifang's personal panel also began to decline.

Qi Yifang exhaled, and began to broadcast in a deep voice:

"...today during the day, a local tornado with a wind force of around 2g appeared locally... followed by 12 hours of sunshine, a slight wind at night, cloudy

clear……"

The weather vane in his hand fell with the voice, and changed from swinging left and right to spinning continuously.

A gust of swirling cold wind blows, strangely stagnant in a small area beside the flower field and starts to spin, which swims back and forth around the piled up hills of roses, and the roses weighing about 2g hover in the sky on the gentle rotation of the wind , the lighter impurities are blown away, while the heavier impurities remain on the ground without being carried away.

The magical tornado, which has been set to weight parameters, is like a high-precision centrifuge, perfectly separating roses and other things.

These fresh and dry rose leaves that take a day and a night to be picked clean, this time only took ten minutes, they were cleaned and neatly stacked, and the mild tornado quickly disappeared, and the splendid The bright sunlight poured down immediately, and the dripping pearls on the petals were shining brightly.

Qi Yifang retracted the weather vane, looked at the pile of dried roses in front of him that had entered the [drying] stage, patted the grass residue that was blown all over his body, turned his head in satisfaction, and smiled at the other two people.

"It's all been dealt with, and we can enter the second link tomorrow morning."

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Rose Factory Piazza.

A long queue formed beside a fully automatic mesh sieving machine.

This is a relatively rare modern mechanical equipment in a rose factory. You only need to pour roses in for a few minutes of screening, and you can get clean dry roses after sorting.

But because the Rose Factory focuses on hand-crafted anti-industrialized perfume brands, there are only a few such instruments, and they are all occupied by old processing workers and regarded as their privilege.

Before that, Qi Yihang and his team were also planning to line up here to use this instrument to sieve roses, but they were driven away by a few old processing workers, who scolded them for being lazy and using the instrument just after they were promoted, and thinking about it all day long if they didn't do well. Stealing rape and playing tricks, the newcomer, get lost and squat on the ground to pick up dead leaves!

Although Qi Yihang and the others are not afraid of these processors, considering that it is best not to offend npcs in the game, and they also have a way to deal with the work - Qi Yihang's skills.

In a game where the mental value cannot be recovered actively, it is not a good choice to use the skills that consume the spiritual value to complete the task, but Qi Yifang does not want to cause too much trouble, their main purpose is to save the little witch, so in the end he also brought Watching the other two people swallow their anger and leave.

But now the situation has clearly changed.

The moment the tall and burly Tang Erda stepped into the queue, the old workers who noticed that he was a new worker began to beep impatiently:

"Why are you newcomers so ignorant?! Ah?! You insist on snatching the instruments of us old people! What should you do!"

"That's right, I don't understand that those of you who just want to be lazy and use machines at work, if you don't train, you will soon be able to do nothing and will be demoted. We are all for your own good."

Tang Er glanced heavily at these processing workers who hated him.

He didn't speak directly, but Tang Erda was tall, with long and strong limbs, and the original large protective clothing was worn on him like a sportswear jacket, so it was not easy to mess with, and the condescending glance was extremely oppressive .

These processing workers were silenced by him for a moment, they didn't speak loudly, they only dared to whisper.

But seeing that Tang Erda was about to line up to use equipment, an old processing worker directly joined Tang Erda's team, and looked back at Tang Erda provocatively, and then clapped his hands to let the people who were behind Tang Erda People also come to jump in line.

This person was obviously going to give Tang Er a bad impression, and prevent Tang Er from using the instrument to beat the newcomer.

Now that the newcomers can use the instruments, wouldn't they be more efficient? !

Originally, the elimination rate of the processing workers in the rose factory was high. It would be even more difficult for these old processing workers to be promoted to factory workers without running away these newcomers!

Let the newcomers know the unspoken rules, use these unspoken rules to squeeze the living space of the newcomers, squeeze the fruits of their labor, and facilitate their own promotion-this is the conventional thinking of all veteran processing workers.

Although being enthusiastic about this kind of thinking and practice is no less than cutting off the life of new processing workers and sending them to death, the old processing workers don't care about this.

They even hope that as many new workers die as possible, so that no one can take their positions and make them laid off.

Qi Yifang also encountered this predicament and left as a last resort—they haven't figured out the specific routines of this third-level game yet, and offending a large number of NPCs rashly is not a good choice.

But Tang Erda was not afraid of offending npcs.

His strength is enough to let him mess around in the third-level game, even if it is because of this incident that Tang Erda has attracted hatred, all the processing workers in the entire Rose Factory chased and killed Tang Erda after turning into monsters, Tang Erda He is also sure that the processor who turned into a monster will die in the end, not him.

So Tang Erda moved the sack containing the roses to his left hand, swiped his right hand straight and indifferently, and suddenly a silver gun appeared in his hand.

The heavy gun fell down, and Tang Erda lightly hooked it on his index finger and then held it up. The gun was aimed at the back of the head of the old employee who jumped in front of him.

"I don't mind killing people before work." His tone was calm and indifferent. "My previous job was to kill people who turned bad. Do you think you are bad enough now?"

The old processing worker in front, who was originally proud, was shaking like a dustpan after hearing the sound of the gun being loaded behind him. His face was pale, and he moved away with gritted teeth.

Holding the sack, Tang Erda walked forward as if nothing had happened, poured the roses into the instrument to sift, then got the sifted roses and put them in the sack, he put the gun on his waist, Holding the sack on his shoulder, he walked out.

The old processing workers who had blocked Tang Er just now gave way to him with a look of shame on their faces.

"What's wrong with these new processing workers!" The processing worker who was pointed at by Tang Erda just now began to curse after confirming that Tang Erda's back had completely disappeared before his eyes, "Either they want to grab the equipment from us , or I just don’t know how to finish the work in a short while, and the other two have not started screening yet!”

"It's almost noon, and I don't know where I'm going. If I don't dry it quickly, I won't be able to deliver roses with a qualified weight when we weigh tomorrow." The processor gloated again, "These two Processors are expected to be directly downgraded to flower pickers."

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Inside an abandoned factory.

Bai Liu stood on a rusty shipping container, surrounded by a group of refugees who had regained their sanity.

The refugees who had just been awakened by Bai Liu's perfume sat obediently on the dirty ground around the container. The burning eyes of the last glimmer of hope.

"I believe you all know Mr. Bai Liu." There was another refugee standing on the container, the one who took the lead last night. He stood half a step behind Bai Liu respectfully, and introduced Bai Liu to the people below with shining eyes. "The rose perfume everyone got this time was earned by Mr. Bai Liu working in the factory, and then distributed to us for free!"

These words caused a small-scale commotion among the refugees, and the commotion quickly stopped when the refugee who spoke pressed his hands down.

"Okay, okay, everyone, please don't get excited for the time being, Mr. Bai Liu will bring us more good news." The refugee sent a message back with excitement, and bent down to invite Bai Liu who came out from behind, " Now, Bai Liu, please come and say a few words for us now!"

Bai Liu stepped forward calmly, his voice was not loud, but the people below were surprisingly quiet in order to hear what he said, on the contrary, it seemed that Bai Liu's voice echoed clearly and powerfully in this empty and dilapidated factory.

"I want to help you for free from the bottom of my heart." Bai Liu took out a new bottle of perfume from his pocket. It’s too limited, and I’m just a low-level processing worker in the factory, receiving my salary on time every day.”

"Now I can earn at most 3 bottles of low-grade perfume a day, and a bottle of low-grade perfume can last for up to four hours. According to the amount of this perfume, I can distribute it to each of you, and it can't keep many people awake for a long time. , if this continues, I will not be able to help you for a long time."

Bai Liu's words dimmed the eyes of the refugees under the container.

But they didn't accuse Bai Liu of why he didn't continue to help them.

After a long period of torment, a character like Bai Liu, who appeared like a god, gave them completely selfless help. Even if this kind of help was only short-term, it would allow them to recover their human form and linger on for a while. They were also grateful for the anguish that rose water ruled over their hearts, and the tingling of endless tentacles on their bones.

They haven't maintained their human form for so long that they can't tell whether they are humans or monsters. Even if they are sitting on the ground properly, they all have the urge and trance to kneel down and crawl away.

"But as long as you are willing to help me, my help to you can be extended indefinitely." Bai Liu changed the topic, and the refugees who lowered their heads raised their heads neatly with a "swish", looking at him nervously and longingly.

Bai Liu continued unhurriedly: "My strength alone is limited, but if you can help me, let me complete more work in the factory, obtain more perfumes, and distribute them to more people." Refugees, let more refugees get help and be awakened, I guarantee that every bottle of perfume that you help me produce will be used to help more refugees and let them join our team until I become the factory manager."

"The day I got the rose perfume formula and became the director of the factory." Bai Liu said solemnly, "I guarantee that every bottle of rose perfume produced in the factory will be free for everyone, and it will always be free."

This is obviously a very tempting proposition.

The refugees below couldn't help swallowing their saliva, but joy and fear coexisted on their faces—this promise was too familiar to them.

When rose perfume was flooding back then, those manufacturers also used such a sweet banner to lure them into taking the bait, but now?

Those manufacturers who said they would distribute rose perfume to them for free wished they could sell a bottle of perfume for a sky-high price!

They looked at the peaceful white willow on the container with suspicion, fear, uneasiness, and tearful eyes, as if they were looking at the last straw in a dark swamp. Into a bigger, deeper, more inextricable quagmire.

But what's the use? They had no choice but to believe that Bai Liu would be a good factory manager.

When rose water is accepted and abused by them unconsciously, the ending is already doomed, and they can only choose to accept this ending, or use death to escape from this ending.

After a long time, someone gently and carefully raised his trembling, withered hand that was only a bone, and asked in a very low voice: "...Mr. Bailiu, will you really be a good factory manager?"

The woman who asked the question was a woman with half of her body rotten. Only her forehead was withered, and she was holding a baby with withered feet in her arms, who looked only a few months old.

The little baby was dying and curled up in her arms, sucking the withered thumb. In the pure and round black eyes, there were two old and withered roses that did not match the baby's age.

She looked at Bai Liu with eyes full of roses that were about to wither, with tears in her eyes, and her voice choked up: "... If you become the factory director, will you always be a kind person who is willing to help us? ?”

"No." Bai Liu replied very bluntly, "There is a high probability that I won't. I'm just saying this now to trick you into working for me, just like the factory director who promoted rose perfume before."

There was a moment of silence below, Bai Liu's words fell into the astonished eyes of the refugees below, like a drop of water dripping into a frying pan, causing the frying pan to explode.

The refugees clenched their fists and stood up. Their chests heaved violently, and they stared at Bai Liu viciously. The eyes that originally had a faint hope became angry and lifeless. Some people drooped their heads numbly, as if This ending was already foreseen.

The young mother who just asked Bai Liu put down her hands weakly, she covered her face and began to cry softly, as if she was chanting the child's name.

But none of them rushed up to attack Bai Liu.

——Because even if Bai Liu spread out her evil intentions so bluntly, Bai Liu was their last hope just like despair.

As long as they can temporarily avoid the addiction born of rose perfume tarsus, the helpless refugees can only be coerced by those who control the source, and forced to descend into a deeper hell.

Bai Liu's eyes glanced loosely at the faces of the refugees below who showed various emotions because of his words.

He could have used the reason just now to deceive these desperate refugees.

You see, even if he told them now that he was lying to them, they would follow him in a deceitful way, working for him for free, just for a vain scent.

As long as perfume exists, this vicious circle must exist. When ordinary people start to hope that "a good man will be the factory manager" to make everyone happy, this in itself means that other things have no way to restrain evil— —

——If morality is used to restrict interests, it will only make interests appear in the form of morality.

But Bai Liu doesn't like perfume, he likes money, this kind of world is meaningless to him, no matter how much perfume he gets from these refugees, it's just a symbol of a condescending sense of superiority on the spiritual level.

Bai Liu has no feeling for this [sense of superiority].

He prefers a world where coins circulate as hard currency, so he wants to end the existence of this world.

"You can't expect me to be a good person. I'm not a particularly good person. Or, at that time, as long as rose perfume exists, no one who is the director of the factory will be a good person."

Bai Liu looked at the refugees below calmly, her tone was as flat as ever, "But if I say, let me become the factory director, I can make the rose perfume disappear, so that you don't continue to wither, are you willing?" help me?"

The refugees under the stage raised their heads slowly and incredulously, and Bai Liu's expressionless face was reflected in the eyeballs implanted with roses.

"You help me become the factory manager, and I will help you end your withering fate." Bai Liu said, "This is not some free help, but an equivalent transaction. Will you do it?"

The young mother was the first to stand up with tears in her eyes. She held up her child and asked incoherently: "Really?! Mr. Bailiu, you really have a way to end us and my child's withering?!"

Bai Liu smiled, the sixth petal of the rose in his right eye was in full bloom, and the crack on the edge of the eye socket was deep enough to show the bone: "If I can't do it, I will wither too."

"I gave you most of the perfume I got, and you can supervise me to keep doing this, but if I can't find a way to relieve it, I will be the first to wither, so are you willing to believe me?"

A brief, needle-dropping silence.

The mother hugged the child tightly, lowered her head, and cried out with trembling lips: "Thank you, thank you!!"

There was an inexplicably excited noise in the abandoned factory.

The refugees raised the white willows on the container and tossed them upwards. The roses in their eyes, like a fire that was about to be extinguished, burned weakly and firmly.