Chapter 3510

From the supervisor's endless flattery, the death knell obtained a detailed answer, where there are well-informed bars, high-quality brothels and high-end restaurants.

Whether Su Ming wants to know or not, the supervisor said it enthusiastically, unreservedly.

After getting a can as a thank-you, the strong man offered a lot of good words, but Su Ming had gone far in the steam with Liana.

The supervisor was very class conscious. He hanged and told the host that even if they walked away, he respectfully watched them leave with a smile. Until they couldn't see their back, he waved a whip dipped in salt water to drive the tools to work.

But his smile was very stiff, like a mask that can be changed at any time. He came and went too fast. He didn't seem to have his own thoughts, but was numbly running the rules of the bosses.

"The city of Steampunk is like this. Compared with cyberpunk, the biggest difference lies in people's mental outlook." When walking in the rugged alley, Su Ming would encounter copper pipes and airway from time to time. It was very inconvenient for him to walk. He would chat with the students by the way.

"Because of the lack of chemical bliss and electronic bliss." The secret guest also knows very well. After all, he is also the supreme Mage: "I can see whether the lower level workers here have any leisure activities at all. They even forget that they are human and have completely become tools."

Leiana has seen the world of cyberpunk. Shirley once took her to a place called night city to play.

Although the company dog there is also a sad existence of the squeezed labor force, at least after work, it can paralyze itself with all kinds of drugs and super dreams, obtain spiritual comfort, and the choice of entertainment is far more than the number of choices here.

The teacher is right. The more choices, the happier people will be.

"The tools of obedience are cultivated. For example, if the obedient workers' parents are brought together, their children will also be very docile. From generation to generation, the final breeding result is these tools that don't even need their own name. As for those who don't obey, they are on the track."

Su Ming nodded and took his secret guests to the city. The city made up of countless land high-altitude platforms is like an irregular "field" shape, and the prosperous area is close to its central area.

Of course, the living environment is linked to money. The richer the money, the better the living environment. This is the same in many worlds.

But here, only the rich can receive a little education. The poor or tools are not qualified. They only need labor.

If you want to inquire about things in the wilderness outside the city, at least ask an educated person.

"It sounds like American farmers cultivate slaves." Liana smiled. She looked up at the sky. Through the narrow alley, all she could see was steam. The so-called sky was a slightly bright slit.

"The workers here are slaves in essence, just another way of saying it." The knell said with a smile and shook his head: "at this point, I am so kind to the alien workers of Wilson enterprise. I even give them broth once a week. Suddenly I feel good."

This is about the Star Wars world. Wilson enterprise is doing some work as a "state-owned enterprise" of the Galactic Empire.

"Hee hee, teacher, you are good. We are all good people."

Secret guests don't think a broth is a big problem. There's nothing wrong with giving a little sweetness to friendly and docile aliens.

Killing a group of disobedient, wooing a group of obedient, and suppressing a group of fence riders are all differentiation strategies taught by teachers.

The two masters and disciples talked and laughed like this and walked in the steamy city. The air was full of rust and moisture. Soon, the road under their feet became spacious and flat.

Even if it was still foggy, they knew it should be close to the next area.

When a warm wind blew in front of them and blew away the inconvenient steam, a bare brass square appeared in front of them.

The center of the square is neither a monument nor a fountain, nor a flower bed or grassland, but a huge copper blast furnace running through the ground. Around the furnace, people nearby come and go, very lively.

Although the people here have better clothes and shoes, they have the same expression and numb eyes. Everyone is in a hurry and repeats similar things.

Get out of the steam in one alley and disappear into another alley to make up for the steam.

No one plays in the square, let alone the vendors who set up stalls. If there is more here than in the previous slums, it should be that there are many more security forces wearing brass breastplates, carrying firerope guns and machetes.

They patrol the square in a swaggering manner. Even if there is nothing beautiful, they are still urging passers-by to speed up their steps.

On the wall, you can see some exaggerated prints in the style of the industrial age, with titles such as "the city needs you!"‘ Workers, speed up production! "‘ Good publicity such as "work more and think less".

"It seems that skilled workers live nearby. Compared with the former hard workers living outside, at least they may know some words and need some brainwashing."

Su Ming and the girl cross the square together, and the destination has to move on. There are no commercial facilities around here, but all kinds of factories, which are not worth paying attention to.

"The painting is good. It has a sense of the times." The secret guest glanced at the prints hanging on the brass walls around the square. She lifted her broken hair on her forehead: "I'm a little interested in who rules the city now."

"Then you will be disappointed when you see it, because you are a fat capitalist. If you want to see it, wait until you return to 40K earth and send it to TVA to Victorian London."

Speaking of this, Su Ming seemed to suddenly remember something and raised his eyebrows at the girl:

"By the way, don't forget to watch the British characteristic performance of children drilling chimneys. It is the program that can best reflect the style of capital society."

"Well, it doesn't sound like a good program."

The secret guest is a little confused about the teacher's words, but the girl knows that things that can be called good programs by this man are often very dark.

After crossing the square, even if both of them were armed with revolvers, the guards did not mean to stop them, but watched them go to the central area with a smile. They were very polite and friendly.

Once again, after some spacious passages that can be called streets, the master and apprentice successfully arrived at a market, a real market.

Here, the first thing the secret guest sees is all kinds of trafficked people, and they are really sold as tools. They can't even use the cage for slaves. It's so convenient.

The vendors here have an expression. They spit and promote their products. They even blush with the neighboring vendors in order to be louder than anyone else.

The secret guest took a small breath and relaxed. She looked at the bar mentioned by the supervisor and said to the teacher:

"I finally saw people like living people. The world is really choking."

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