Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

Chapter 81 Make a Fundamental Change

Yu Sheng'an looked at the cowboy old man as if he was facing a big enemy, and he couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't bother to clarify, and said lazily: "Then how do you decide to deal with me?"

After the sound fell, the cowboy and the old man looked at each other.

After a long while, the old man arranged the room without saying a word. He pulled up thin lines around Yu Sheng'an, and he hung metal balls on the thin lines.

"If you don't want to become the sun, then be honest!" The old man threatened in a low voice, then turned and walked out the door.

The cowboy also took a deep look at Yu Sheng'an, and then left.

For a moment, the room fell silent.

Yu Shengan shook his head, glanced at the thin lines around him, and all his attention was attracted by the strange-shaped steel objects in the room.

He saw the power of science and technology, but also productivity!

This kind of scientific and technological power may not be on the table in the Aizea continent, but they are superior in that they can be produced on an assembly line.

Once installed on a large scale, it will represent an explosion of productivity!

War is about productivity!

Imagine, if he popularized the steam machinery of this world to the Kavier Empire, what kind of grand occasion would it be?

Mechanized planting!

Mechanized construction!

Mechanized transport!

It is true that the mechanized strategic projection ability is far inferior to that of the magic teleportation array, and the two can be described as cloud and mud.

But the mechanized strategic projection also has the advantage that the magic teleportation array cannot match, that is, the cost is low enough!

Magic power is completely a strategic resource.

Save a little more in peacetime, and you will have an advantage in wartime.

Mana shouldn't be consumed too much on people's livelihood.

But machines can!

This is probably the fundamental reason why the people's livelihood in the Azeya continent has always been very backward - people with power seldom invest resources in the field of people's livelihood.

Yu Shengan took a slight breath.

This main plane just can't be taken down. With these technological creations alone, he won't lose money!

Thinking of this, Yu Shengan suddenly tilted his head slightly, subconsciously showing the appearance of listening attentively.

This was his instinctive physical reaction. In fact, he opened the perspective of God and suddenly overheard a very interesting conversation between the cowboy and the old man.

It turned out that after the cowboy and the old man left the room, they did not go far.

I don't know because the surrounding environment is under control;

Still in order to prevent the darkness under the lights, the two simply chatted at the end of the corridor.

"I knew that nothing good would happen if you came here!" the old man complained, with a look of dismay.

"I'm sorry, his strength is too strong. If I show doubts, I'm worried that he will kill me directly." The cowboy apologized.

"Is he really an imperial spy?"

"do not know."

"I don't know you just..."

"It's just a trick. You didn't see him make a move. He is obviously weak in the fluctuation of magic power, but he can kill the marquis werewolf. Only the empire can train such a master!"

"What are you going to do, kill him?"

"No, I'm not 100% sure that he is a member of the empire. The general strike is about to start, and the empire probably just heard the wind. We can't ask for trouble at this critical moment."

"Then how does he deal with it?"

"Put him in prison for a period of time. As long as the general strike is successful, no matter what mission he has in mind, everything will be meaningless."

The old man was silent for a while: "Ben Keming, do you know what your biggest shortcoming is?"

Before the cowboy Ben Keming could speak, the old man asked himself and answered, "You are too kind."

Cowboy Ben Keming lowered his eyebrows: "He is just a suspect. We can't kill innocent people indiscriminately, otherwise what is the difference from the empire?"

The old man sighed, changed the subject, and talked about the general strike.

The two whispered for a while before returning to the room together.

Just after pushing the door open, the scenery inside the room made their spines go numb and their backs felt cold.

Ben Keming even subconsciously took out the revolver and pointed to the room.

Yu Shengan, who was supposed to be in the bomb trap, was standing in the corner of a room, flipping through a stack of documents.

Next to it, a safe disguised as a toolbox, with the door wide open.

"87 core members, your power is developing well!" Yu Shengan shook the document in his hand.

"What are you talking about?" Ben Keming looked blank.

Yu Shengan smiled, put the document back into the safe and said, "I have to admit that you are very smart and have used a very small language, but unfortunately, I am a linguist."

Ben Keming and the old man looked at each other, and they both saw horror in each other's eyes.

"Who are you?" Ben Keming looked wary.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that we are actually friends. I have to admit that your strike action is well organized, but I can guarantee that your actions don't make much sense."

Yu Shengan continued:

"Perhaps the industry association will be forced by your demonstrations to sign an agreement on time reduction and salary increase, but it won't be long before everything will return to the original state! Capital seeks profit, this is an objective law that can never be changed."

The cowboy's face flickered: "You want me to give up the strike?"

"No! Strikes still have some meaning. A short-term victory can boost morale! What I mean is that you should not pin your hopes on strikes. If you don't fundamentally change this country, you will fall into an endless strike movement among."

"Those capitalists have a lot of means to deal with you. Do you want me to talk to you carefully? For example, they only need to find your key members, and under coercion and lure, it will be very simple to divide and divide."

"Believe me, don't think of human nature so well. They do it with you just because they can't make it through. If they can turn themselves into foremen, or even middle class, believe me, they won't feel a little bit guilty about selling you."

"No matter how bad it is, then play with words. For example, change the working hours system to distribution according to work. Through accurate calculation, they can calculate the highest efficiency of your work within [-] hours. At that time, they will give you the right to choose. Do you choose to work overtime and get more salary, or choose to leave work on time and get the meager salary?"

"Oh, by the way, they don't even need to do these little tricks, ever heard of inflation?"

"As long as they gang up and raise prices, your salary increases will be a joke. Brown bread, which used to be bought for tenpence, may cost fifteenpence or even twentypence in the future. They can give you an increase every year." Salary, you will look forward to every year, but poverty and slavery will never change."

Yu Sheng'an was talking eloquently, with a relaxed expression, as if he was talking about an unimportant matter.

The cowboy Ben Keming felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

He who dared to fight the Marquis werewolf, at this moment, his pupils trembled, and the depths of his eyes shone with fear.

"Who the hell are you?!" The revolver he aimed at Yu Shengan trembled, just like his voice.

"I said, we are actually friends. Since I told you this, could we be enemies?" Yu Shengan spread his hands.

The cowboy's face turned blue and white, and he gritted his teeth for a while and said, "Then tell me, what should we do?"

Yu Shengan smiled: "You need to make fundamental institutional changes!"

(End of this chapter)