I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 63 I'm too vulnerable here (13)

Jin Cheng made ample preparations, then pushed open the door, ready to welcome the dormitory from fifty-two years ago.

Contrary to expectations, the dormitory looked clean and tidy, and although the things looked old, they were not dirty.

The bedding is new, the windows are bright, and you can see the distant green mountains, which is where the future Tianyuan city area will be located.

In the future, the area around the factory will be heavily polluted by wastewater, and the land will be so barren that crops cannot grow. Tianyuan, which was once full of spiritual herbs, will now only have a group of alien species and these cultivators struggling to survive.

Many mortals were forced to migrate, and many cultivators could only see their parents once during winter and summer vacations, making everyone feel like orphans.

The older generation also mentioned the stories from the past, but I didn't feel anything at the time.

But now, looking at the scenery of the past, Jin Cheng felt a different kind of excitement amidst the green hills and clear waters.

"This is what the former Tengen looked like."

Leaning against the window, enjoying the breeze, listening to the birdsong, and gazing at the distant mountains shrouded in mist, Jin Cheng felt that staying here like this was quite nice.

After enjoying the view outside the window for a while, he finally came back to his senses and continued his dream.

In dreams, mobile phones carry most of the functions, allowing users to locate objects, store or retrieve items, contact others, and move quickly.

He also has a factory guide on his phone, which he can use to search for information he doesn't understand, making it easy for him to find what he wants to know.

Just as Gong Jin said, the factory from fifty-two years ago had everything.

The first floor is the activity area, the second floor is the living area, the third floor is the workers' dormitory, and the fourth floor is the management dormitory.

Although the workers' dormitories and the management dormitories are separated, there are currently no restrictions on where people can go. If they want to go, they can just walk up the stairs, and they won't have their wages deducted if someone sees them.

Thinking about the wage deductions, Jin Cheng suddenly realized that factories 52 years ago didn't seem to have so many ways to deduct money. You didn't even have to pay for taking leave; you just had to tell the management.

"This is too much freedom! Can we really run a factory well like this? No way, I have to set an example for the veterans here! Let them know that we younger generation are not cowards!"

Jin Cheng eagerly awaited the next day, then swung his hammer into the factory and began frantically hammering screws.

He calls in the morning, at noon, at night, and even at midnight.

He had rested for five days before, and now he had to work five times as many times as usual. He finally pushed himself to the point where his stamina was depleted and his health bar was zero. He ended up in the infirmary, where he died despite all efforts to save him. He was only seventeen years old.

At the end of the dream, seeing his own lonely grave, Jin Cheng silently left the dream, slamming his phone onto the bed: "What a lousy dream!"

Chen Yu glanced at the time: "You're out so quickly? How was it?"

"This is unbelievable! Who dies after screwing in screws all day? At most, they'd cough up blood! And why weren't they provided with stimulants? Aren't they standard issue?"

"...Jin Cheng, I feel like you're a bit crazy. But never mind, I've found that students with good grades are all pretty crazy."

Pulling out the information he had gathered, Chen Yu said to Jin Cheng, "Read the reports yourself. What you call a 'spiritual agent' is actually a mixture of a primordial spirit catalyst and a physical body catalyst. Its effect is to suppress the inhibitors of the primordial spirit and the physical body, making them unable to feel fatigue. It was originally used to inoculate breeding pigs; using it on humans is simply inhumane. This thing was officially used 42 years ago. If you played the game back to that point in time, you should know about it."

"Hmm... but I still feel uneasy."

Seeing Jin Cheng break down, Chen Yu felt a surge of joy. The more vulnerable you are, the more it proves I did the right thing!
I pay you wages, you provide me with negative emotions, and in the end, you make money, and I make money too.

The new century's "draining the pond to catch all the fish" approach aims to ensure everyone wins; those who fail to achieve this have no right to call themselves "demonic cultivators" of the new era!

Finally, he would try to falsify the accounts and use the factory to cover up his expenses, making himself a hidden demonic cultivator that no one could find out.

Patting Jin Cheng on the shoulder, Chen Yu said, "I've checked all this with the old team leader, and the other veteran workers said there are no problems, so there are no problems. Keep trying, let me see if you can make it to the end."

"okay."

Re-entering the game, skipping the opening cutscene, Jin Cheng once again stands in his dormitory.

He scored 85 in his academic subjects and usually likes to use his brain, but after coming in, he subconsciously started swinging a hammer.

Now that he had calmed down, he opened his control panel and began to carefully study the attributes and various settings.

"Realm level is very important. Raising your realm will increase your maximum stamina and health, which can be achieved through meditation and purchasing spiritual herbs. Are spiritual herbs so cheap right now?"

"You could make money by screwing in screws; the higher your skill level, the lower your failure rate, and the more you'd earn. Wait a minute, something's not right. How come workers' wages were higher back then than they are now, even higher than after the wage increases? What exactly happened 52 years ago?"

"After a promotion, you can do more types of work, and at that time you can choose to take time off to study... Wait, there are extra bonuses for part-time work and study, and the factory will even give rewards for good exam results? This... this doesn't make sense, does it?"

After reading it carefully, Jin Cheng felt his mind was in complete disarray.

Did workers eat this well 52 years ago?
Judging from the schedule, they are not particularly busy.

They only work eight hours a day, and when the time is up, they go home. If the team leader or supervisor asks them to work overtime, they have to beg to do so, but if they don't want to, no one can persuade them.

But they are definitely not lazy; in fact, they are quite diligent.

When they find that the new workers have nowhere to live, they will give up their own dormitories, and then a group of people will spontaneously organize themselves to lay the foundation, build houses, and construct new dormitories not far away.

When they found that showering was inconvenient, workers who had attended cultural high schools would step forward and devise ways to divert water from the workshop, concentrate the heat from the machines, heat and store the water through pipes, and provide it for everyone to shower.

Standing in front of the honor board, Jin Cheng looked at the vivid cases on it and vaguely saw a flame burning behind him.

The past and present began to intertwine, the old factory and the new factory coexisted in his mind, causing him to constantly compare them, and then he felt that something was very wrong.

However, he knew he couldn't figure it out for the time being, so he stopped thinking about it.

Now, his primary task is to use this game to peek into the former factory and see how the people there spent their lives.

Having learned the importance of physical strength from his previous sudden death, he can definitely avoid these problems in the future and achieve a perfect ending!

Five minutes later, looking at his own grave and the cause of his death, Jin Cheng once again felt that the dream was not real.

"I'll die if I don't sleep for seven days. Am I that fragile in my dreams?"

(End of this chapter)