Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

"Okay, although I don't know if you are looking for me, my name is indeed Carl." Carl shrugged his shoulders, grabbed Fang Qingyun's hand and pulled himself up. When Carl's rough big hand covered with calluses held Fang Qingyun's hand, Fang Qingyun felt as if his palm was polished by sandpaper, but because Fang Qingyun's own body defense was strengthened, the palm that could rub a tender person's hands until they bleed only made Fang Qingyun feel a little numb and itchy in the palm of his hand.

"That should be right, it's you." Fang Qingyun nodded. He was not surprised that Carl looked very ordinary. For a person who dared to stand up for justice and risk his life in the crowd, his appearance was not important. His spirit itself was an indestructible monument. Even if it had been covered in dust, it would still reveal its golden nature.

Carl looked around, taking in the expressions of the dwarves. Seeing these young dwarves wearing advanced armor sighing and looking as if their faith had collapsed, he was puzzled: "...What's wrong? Why is it so hard for you to accept that you found me? Did I owe the bar money and caused it to close down?"

"...How can you owe the bar money? Aren't you a legendary scout who spends a lot of money when drinking and can go down to the mines even after drinking ten glasses of stout?" The driller knew Carl's deeds by heart, and the other dwarves next to him also showed expressions of approval.

At least that's how Carl is portrayed in the publicity. He has the most gorgeous beard among the dwarves, the most muscular body, the best alcohol tolerance, and the strongest fighting ability. But the only thing that Carl in front of him has is fighting ability, and it's just barely there.

"Huh?" Carl was puzzled. "Have the dwarves evolved to the point where they can spend a fortune on drinking? Don't you owe money for drinking in the bar?"

"..." The old vulture was choked by Carl's words and was speechless: "Well, now you have to spend tokens to drink, and the consequences of owing money are quite terrible. If you owe the money for a glass of beer before the mission starts, you will owe the money for a bucket of beer after the mission is over in half a month... No one can withstand such usury."

"Ah?" This time it was Carl's turn to be surprised: "Are drinking so strict now? Are there any farewell drinks before going down to the mine?"

The other dwarves shook their heads in unison. Only the oldest vulture among them had ever heard of this "tradition". But now this tradition has been abandoned on the grounds that "people who drink alcohol don't go down to the mines". Although for dwarves, low-alcohol wine tastes like water, and the farewell wine used was the blandest "Oily Brew". For the dwarves, the smell of alcohol would dissipate in the short time it took them to land.

Carl had an expression of surprise at the cultural conflict. Fang Qingyun patted Carl on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Just get used to it. You don't even know how they shaped you. You have become a hero in the eyes of all dwarves. No matter how poor the quality of Carl's beer is or how expensive it is, there will always be dwarves who drink it and pray for good luck. You have become a national idol among the dwarves, even a god among the dwarves."

"Ah?" Carl was really surprised this time. He originally wanted to get an opposite response from the other dwarves, but found that those dwarves nodded as a matter of course, as if this was a truth applicable to the entire universe.

Carl was angered by the other dwarves' self-righteous perception. He did not consider himself a hero, let alone a warrior who could be deified. He thought he was just doing what he should do. Considering the relationship between them in the team at that time, it was possible for anyone to go to cover the rear, but Carl just went in front.

Therefore, in his mind, he is just an ordinary person who has done his job diligently and conscientiously. He now feels like a husband who has been tired all day and when he wakes up from a nap, he finds that his wife and children have framed his photo, and a bunch of high-ranking officials of all kinds have placed flowers in front of his photo, and there is a line of words written under the photo: Immortality.

Isn't this nonsense? What's the matter? If you love what you do, you will be framed. If you do something brave, will it be written into the history books? Karl now feels like he has seen his own face in the history book. He has begun to doubt his life.

Fang Qingyun shook Carl, pulling Carl out of his original "mother's child" state, and joked: "Well, although I don't know whether you are the grandfather or brother of these dwarves in terms of seniority, it at least proves that you are important enough in their hearts... We just happen to have a favor to ask of you."

Fang Qingyun simplified the matter and explained the key points to Karl. After listening to Fang Qingyun's plan, Karl nodded repeatedly, but he still had some doubts about his identity: "Do you think I can convince them by using my face? This matter is not small, and it may cause many victims... Can I just use my face to get through it?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant... The main thing is that the current Deep Rock Galaxy Group is not as pure as you were in the past," Fang Qingyun explained, "You also understand the principle that the tail is too big to be cut off. Strictly speaking, I am not an internal member. If I suddenly put forward a suggestion that seems to be beneficial, they will definitely not be willing to adopt it. Even if the benefits are sufficient, the management will hold a meeting to decide. By the time they finish the meeting, the rock pox will probably have spread to Hawks Planet."

The old vulture nodded and added on behalf of Fang Qingyun: "That's right, the current management can only be described as ruthless, and it just so happens that we have some... explosive friendship with the boss above us, in the physical sense, so if we don't make things public, it will be easy for that bastard to suppress it, and then we will be ruined."

"So, you just lack a heavyweight to help introduce us?" Carl shrugged, but he soon became worried again: "Since the management has become like this, aren't you worried that they will lie with their eyes open?"

The dwarves looked at each other, as if they were convinced by Carl, so they all turned their eyes to Fang Qingyun.

Fang Qingyun shrugged his shoulders: "Then we can only use force, or report it directly to the higher-ups. If we're lucky, we can even implicate that bastard who planted the bomb."

The old vulture nodded, agreeing very much with Fang Qingyun's statement: "Yes, it's best to get rid of him completely. Not to mention expelling him from Deep Rock Galaxy Group, at least let this guy come down and see how others work so hard just because he talks so lightly on weekdays."

This statement caused an uproar, and a wave of condemnation of the management arose among the dwarves. It was obvious that they were quite dissatisfied with the management who only knew how to give orders. Fang Qingyun could understand this. In a peaceful world, Party A and Party B were already a headache for people. In such a high-risk work situation, it would be a real problem to encounter a blind commander.

In particular, some management likes to interfere in the command. After issuing the task, they have to give instructions and make decisions throughout the process. Old Vulture was once disgusted by this. The dwarf in the management drank coffee and pointed at the map, and asked them to walk five kilometers in a certain direction in the tortuous insect tunnel...

It's like there's only five kilometers between two hilltops, but who knows how long the mountain road in between is? It's not impossible that some cunning bugs suddenly appear and chase them to a more winding road like ducks. It's possible that it will take a whole day to walk these five kilometers.

When the dwarves complained about the management's idiotic behavior, Fang Qingyun felt Carl's wise gaze. Although Carl was a little behind the times, this did not hinder his vision and insight. He asked Fang Qingyun the most core question: "So why are you doing this? None of this seems to be of any benefit to you at all."

The dwarves stopped and the penguins began to think. Fang Qingyun took the trouble to resurrect people and help deal with the chores on Hawks Planet. This proactive and attentive attitude made him either a traitor or a thief, right?

Kikuchiyo took a step forward. She had suspected it at first. Was it because Fang Qingyun was attracted to her? Or was it because they reached an agreement? Later, she understood from her conversation with Antina that Fang Qingyun did this out of pure sympathy. Fang Qingyun couldn't bear to see them go down the wrong path and end up like this, so he took them back to hell.

It is called hell, but in fact, it is like heaven for them, right?

Fang Qingyun stopped Kikuchiyo's impulse and explained to Karl very seriously: "In short, I am particularly short of key senior intellectuals as labor, and I think I can offer more generous prices and treatment than those management, so after I agreed to the rookie, I also want to take some strong men back from here... Anyway, I have enough beer over there, not to mention the five social insurances and one housing fund, anyway, personal safety is absolutely guaranteed, not to mention all kinds of strange things that I have never seen before."

Fang Qingyun is relatively tolerant towards individuals with life and intelligence. Brainless individuals can be used like donkeys, but intelligent individuals must comply with labor laws, unless a wartime system is entered.

"What about this thing that looks like a bug?" Carl pointed at Thorn who was sucking his fingers. Thorn didn't even raise his eyelids and even ignored Carl's actions.

"Well... she is an accident. I never knew that bugs have collective consciousness..." Fang Qingyun shrugged his shoulders: "Actually, I wanted to kidnap her, so I can see if I can improve her favorability. After all, this kind of great biologist who is proficient in transformation is the talent I need, and she is also easy to support."

"...That's reasonable. If you can ensure enough beer...deal?" Carl stretched out his rough hand to Fang Qingyun, who shook it without hesitation, and the two reached an agreement.

Chapter 370: Ju'er's Experience

When Ximi received Fang Qingyun's message, she was cooking the luncheon meat. A meat-cutting knife fluttered up and down in her hand like a butterfly. No matter how hard she tried, she could not make a cut on the luncheon meat.

At this time, the doorbell rang. Ximi turned around and saw a disabled dwarf carrying a dead worm into the kitchen. It was not easy for him to carry the worm with only one arm. Ximi quickly took the dead worm. The way he walked to the chopping board with the worm on his back so easily made the dwarf who carried it over amazed.

"Where did you get this from?" Ximi touched a hole on the chin of the worm. The bullet entered from below and exited from the top of the worm, almost blowing off the entire top of the worm's head (if there was one). It was obviously dead. Ximi checked it over and over again and confirmed that the meat of the worm was still fresh.

"Hey, isn't this the biology lab where they study the gnat? When the engineering department was testing a new type of induction mine, this gnat stepped on it by accident..." The one-armed dwarf explained, "Just as a new batch of workers were coming, the guys in the biology lab didn't know what to do with this thing, so they sent it here. I beg you to cook two hard dishes for the new workers."

After the insects captured in the biological laboratory for research died (actually some of them were "forced to die"), the dwarves spontaneously sent them to her table, becoming one of the few excellent foods for the dwarves, at least better than the luncheon meat that was so hard that it could break your teeth.

Although Ximi had only been here for half a day, she had already won the unanimous recognition of the dwarves with her outstanding cooking skills and affinity. Moreover, these tricky insects were not as... troublesome as the monsters she had dealt with before. Their blood was a bit acidic and it was not difficult to deal with. Even if it was not handled properly, it would at most corrode a hole in the pot. However, if those monster dishes were not handled properly, they would explode on the spot after being eaten.

Ju'er was jumping around and chopping the side dishes. The kitchen knife was waving quickly in her hand. In a flash, the foam berries used for seasoning were cut into thin slices. This would enhance the aroma of the worm stew and make the taste more suitable for the dwarves who liked beer.

Ximi pulled the body of the cricket next to him to his side, chopped off the mouth and head covered with fine teeth with a knife, cut off the limbs and removed the shell. Soon, the cricket's body, which had been baring its fangs and claws, turned into a piece of meat that was obediently lying on the chopping board, bleeding green.

Originally, Ximi wanted to cook something similar to the hairy crab, using the shell as a bowl to hold the meat, like oysters to ensure the freshness of the dish as much as possible, but Ximi changed her mind and thought that there might be 20 to 30 dwarf miners eating here. Originally, the meat would be just enough to make a stew. If it was cooked like oysters, wouldn't one dwarf eat at the table? Would the others watch? After thinking about it, Ximi finally decided to make a stew.

After wiping off the acidic blood, Ximi soaked the worm meat in a basin full of water to remove the blood. Now the two of them and the dwarf were not in a life-and-death situation, and it was not easy to stage a "coup" at this time. Ximi quickly thought of a decent way, and the first step was to cook a big meal.

"What are you going to do?" Ju'er didn't even raise her head, she was fully focused on cooking. In her hands, even canned meat would become a rare delicacy. Unfortunately, the luncheon meat that the dwarves eat has a peculiar smell. Although Ju'er can use this smell to make delicacies like stinky tofu, which has the advantage of being smelly, this does not prevent her from thinking that the raw materials are so poor that chefs of their level are almost helpless.

"To put it simply... we can play Carl's speech for the dwarves here during dinner time," Ximi explained to Ju'er while chopping meat, which was also the reason why her choice of words was a little absent-minded when she spoke.

"Will it work?" Ju'er was a little worried.

"Just do your thing." Ximi's kitchen knife chopped loudly. If she used a little more force, she was afraid that she would chop the chopping board in two. "Anyway, how to make the speech is Carl's business. What we need to do is to give these dwarves a reason to gather and listen to the speech. By the way, we can also keep an eye on them, so that they won't be arrested halfway through the speech."

"Why does this sound a bit like espionage?" Ju'er was obviously not very satisfied with Ximi's way of beating around the bush to complete the mission objectives: "We can kill everyone in this command center, why should we bother these dwarves? The time they spend reading the speech is enough for us to kill those guys who withheld food twice."

The luncheon meat with a lot of seasoning was as hard as a rock. Juer had to cut the can open with her fingernails to get the luncheon meat out. At this point, Juer was still dissatisfied and threw the luncheon meat she had just taken out of the can onto the chopping board in front of her. The stinky luncheon meat hit the chopping board with a sound of metal clashing, and then bounced up with a bang and hit Juer's chest.

The management wanted to drive away these disabled dwarf miners who were legitimately demanding their wages, but they couldn't let them starve to death, so they used various types of luncheon meat to deal with them every day. This stuff had a pretty good "dispersal" effect, and quite a number of dwarf miners developed stomach diseases from the bombardment of luncheon meat and were forced to go home to recuperate.

"You can use this thing to smash the skeletons you summon one at a time... Isn't it a bit too economical to use it as food?" Ju'er pressed down on the luncheon meat. The smell made her retch: "Oh my God, I really can't imagine that they would use this thing as rations for heavy manual workers. This is more disgusting than the reactionary meatballs made by the Supreme Union."

"Have you forgotten what Naike said later? The Supreme Union would never use humans to make meatballs." Ximi shrugged and corrected Ju'er's wrong impression of the Supreme Union: "That would be too inefficient, and if something goes wrong with the food, it would be more trouble than it's worth. Therefore, the Supreme Union never does that. And if you say that, Zhiwei and Khamur will be sad."

As she was cutting, Ju'er threw her kitchen knife onto the chopping board, clapped her hands together, and spit out a ball of dragon fire from her mouth to disinfect her hands: "I've finished my work, you go ahead and do your thing, I want to see what delicious food those so-called management have prepared for me... They're not afraid of feeling guilty for using this shitty luncheon meat to treat the old miners."

Ximi did not stop him. She was also curious about what the management ate. Even the Supreme Union would not be so corrupt. The background of the Supreme Union's birth was at least the end of the world, and the world of Deep Rock Galaxy Group had not yet reached the end of the world, but under the profit-seeking nature of capital, its true nature was exposed...

Normally, when the dwarf miners go down to the mines to work, they at least have compressed rations and sandwiches. Although the nutrition is unbalanced, they will not kill people and they are enough to fill them up. But this stinky luncheon meat... I can only say that if these dwarves did not rely on the nutrition in the wine and drinks to survive and rarely touched this stuff, sooner or later there would be an epidemic.

Ju'er cast an invisibility spell on himself, folded up his dragon tail and walked out of the kitchen. The kitchen was next to the bar. Outside, the disabled dwarf miners were sitting in the bar waiting eagerly, chatting while waiting for their food. Ju'er looked at their empty sleeves and trouser legs, silently raised his tail high and walked around them.

Ju'er avoided the two groups of dwarf guards, who were standing on both sides of the airlock door chatting. Their guns were loosely slung on their backs, looking like they were about to fall off. One group of security guards was still eating sandwiches wrapped in plastic bags. Although they were not the best, they were better than stinky luncheon meat.

These security guards brag and talk nonsense when they chat, but once a disabled dwarf wants to get close, they immediately raise their guns and put on airs, shouting arrogantly: "What are you doing?" Then they point and laugh at the disabled dwarf's missing parts. No matter how the dwarf miners try to persuade them, these security guards will not let them pass.

These security guards don’t know that these dwarf miners are their future. They still dream of being appreciated by the management. Little do they realize that in the eyes of the management, they are just a barking dog that will be kicked away if they don’t like them.

Juer tried the airlock door with her hand. It seemed that the thing was sensory. Juer could not be sensed in invisible state, so she could only wait patiently. When a security guard wanted to go to the toilet and touched the sensor, she took advantage of him to enter the management office of the command drilling platform.

The management seemed to be having a dinner party in their office. Their food was very different from that of the disabled miners who were treated the worst. The management's food was much better than that of the security guards. In such a space where supplies needed to be conserved, they actually had a Western-style dinner party?

The management sat in a circle around the long table. In front of them was a plate, and on both sides of the plate were silver knives and forks that could be used as mirrors, as shiny as stainless steel. On the plate was a piece of steak that was not a bad steak even in Orange's eyes. Although a lot of nutrients were lost during the cooking process, which made Orange look a little distressed, the cost of this meal was almost the same as the dinner that everyone had in hell.

If the difficulty in obtaining this kind of food ingredients is taken into account, this meal is more expensive than if Fang Qingyun's entire family were to eat together. If a small piece of this steak was cut into equivalent sandwiches, it would probably be enough to feed more than 30 miners for a day.

Seeing this, Ju'er was about to lose her temper, with dragon fire swirling upwards on her antlers. She felt her emotions were a little unstable, so after much thought, she decided to turn a blind eye and leave the office where the dinner was held first, thus missing the scene of the management opening luxury wines. However, what she saw was enough to make her unhappy.

After she returned to the kitchen, she paced around for two circles. She thought that the Supreme Union was just a pile of shit, but she didn't expect that there would be stronger people among the strong... This was the first time she had seen such a heavyweight management method. After thinking it over again and again, she decided to send a message to Katerin. Would this kind of diet also be provided to engineers or those biological researchers?

After getting a negative answer, Juer found a whetstone in the kitchen without saying a word and started sharpening his kitchen knife.

Chapter 371: The Eve of the Riot

"What did you see? Are you back in a rage?" Ximi sprinkled some cheap garbage seasoning into the pot, letting the broth in the pot slowly absorb the flavor while simmering over low heat. She watched with interest the angry Ju'er sharpening his knife there.

At this moment, Ju'er was like a lit firecracker, crackling and pouring out everything she saw: "You don't know what I saw, those managements were having a big meal there! I swear with my nose, what they eat is definitely not cheap food, not to mention they used a lot of seasonings, and even put the thought into arranging the dishes!"

Ximi stood up and closed the door connecting the kitchen to the outside world to prevent the sound from being transmitted and the security from coming to the door. Although they were not afraid of the threat from the security, there was no need to make trouble at this time. After making sure that the door was closed, Ximi comforted Juer in a gentle voice: "This is normal. We have to get used to it. What if the world we encounter in the future is like this? And you shouldn't be the one who is angry, but me. I should be angry that you pulled me. How come the roles are reversed?"

Ju'er sat on the small stool, leaving the kitchen knife there. She hugged her knees and buried her face in her arms, leaving only her two antlers exposed. She was silent for a while, then said sullenly, "I thought there was only one government like the Supreme Alliance. I also thought the management classes in other worlds were very organized..."

Simply put, because of the actions of the Supreme Alliance, Juer developed a desire to explore the management methods of society. Because of errors in her own exploration of social management, she now urgently wants to find a way to prove it. This is a bit like when Fang Qingyun's country was still in the feudal period in his previous life, and the intellectuals explored and studied the cultures of other countries.

These intellectuals are often more concerned about their own country's war than other countries. Why? Because in their own exploration, they believe that their own culture needs to be completely abandoned, so they urgently need evidence to prove that their cognition is correct. Therefore, once other countries suffer losses or lose the war, they are as depressed as if their souls have been sucked out.

Ju'er was in this situation. She took it for granted that as long as she made concessions, the society would naturally become more harmonious and peaceful. As long as there was harmony, people could live and work in peace and contentment in the society. As a result, Deep Rock Galaxy Group slapped her hard in the face. Only then did she realize that a government is not an organization that can be summarized by one idea. There are too many twists and turns among the managers from top to bottom. Once a link goes wrong, it can easily lead to a change in the original intention of the entire government management.

Ju'er thought for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and made a bold statement: "Why do I feel that if a wise king leads the country... dictatorship might not be a bad thing?"

Ximi was shocked by Ju'er's outrageous remarks, but she then spread her hands and expressed her opinion: "... Or what do you think is the current management method of hell? Although he is not virtuous enough and even naive in many aspects, everyone's loyalty to him is guaranteed. In this way, the management organization of hell can be regarded as one person, right?"

Ju'er nodded, agreeing with Ximi's statement. She shrugged her nose, as if she smelled something: "I seem to smell something inharmonious..."

"Oh no, there's not enough soup in my pot." Ximi rashly rushed back to her boiler like a blue whirlwind. After looking at the color and feeling that the meat was not fully cooked, she added a little more water and continued stewing.

There was a sound of knuckles knocking at the kitchen door. Ximi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dwarf peeking through the glass on the kitchen door. Juer opened the door. The dwarf miner sniffed the aroma from the kitchen and, without saying a word, chuckled twice and then ran to the bar next door and ordered a few glasses of beer mixed with water.

"What are you doing?" Ximi asked.

"Maybe he came here to look at the food?" Juer closed the door and said.

"Actually, I feel the dish is almost ready. Do you want to serve it out?" Ximi didn't seem that patient. She was not as meticulous about cooking as Juer, but she could often accidentally create new cooking methods with this "flexible cooking method".

"...Okay, I'll send a message to Katerina to see if the communicator is ready." For the first time, Juer did not protest against Ximi's "perfunctory" proposal. Now time is money.

Soon, Ximi put on heat-insulating gloves and walked out of the kitchen carrying the pot. The aroma along the way made the dwarves unconsciously sit down in the bar with the help of their co-workers. Juer held the large-screen communicator he had just received from Catherine in his hand, and an insulation pad under his armpit.

Juer placed the heat insulating pads one by one on the dwarf bar table. Ximi brought a large pot of broth and placed it on the heat insulating pads. Then he opened the lid of the pot. The overwhelming aroma made the dwarf miners, who had never eaten good food, salivate. The security guards nearby were also attracted by the aroma, but because of their previous arrogant appearance, the bar did not welcome them. They wanted to eat the meat, but were driven out by the dwarf miners.

The broth contains not only worm meat, but also various kinds of plant tubers, sliced ​​and cooked fruits, which makes it taste like a hodgepodge.

More than thirty miners were squeezed on four round tables. It was inconvenient for the miners without legs to sit down, so they asked the miners without hands to help hold on. After a group of people huddled together for warmth, the chairs could be squeezed even closer.

The miners didn't even have a bowl, so they drank up the watered-down beer in their glasses, used the glasses as bowls, and ate the meat with wooden skewers they had carved themselves. The one without an arm wasn't very agile, and he cursed in frustration because he couldn't get any meat. The one without a leg helped him get two pieces of beer into his glass, and both the host and the guests were having a great time.

Some dwarves began to cry while eating. Although the meatballs were scalding hot, they were unwilling to spit out this delicious meal even if it was so hot that they were blowing gasps. This was a rare delicacy. In all these years of life as miners, they had only had compressed dry food and sandwiches. Now that they had been abandoned by the group, they didn't even have sandwiches to eat. After eating the meatballs, some dwarves couldn't help but cry.

Ju'er hung the communicator high up, just in a place where all the dwarves could easily see it. Then she dialed Fang Qingyun's contact number. Soon, with the help of the signal amplifier, the dwarves saw their co-worker Old Vulture, and also saw Fang Qingyun, the tall man who had just left the bar not long ago.

"Connected, Boss." The rookie's round head appeared on the screen, and Koloski's boastful voice came from the side: "I said, the signal amplifier I make is not ordinary stuff!"

"Say a few words, Carl." Fang Qingyun nodded to Carl. Now they could see those disabled dwarves huddling together for warmth. Carl, who had been vaccinated before, couldn't help but remain silent after seeing this scene. Rui Ge pulled away the rookie who was blocking the screen, leaving enough space for Carl.

Taking Carl's silence as hesitation, the boss walked to Carl's side. He was almost as tall as the dwarf and patted Carl's butt beside him: "Go, dwarf, you have the taste of a leader in your bones, don't let everyone down."

The dwarves in the bar looked up at this scene, and fell into a brief contemplation after hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar name. Do you think they would raise their heads and listen carefully? No, they continued to eat what they had to eat until Carl uttered the first syllable in his voice that was familiar to all the dwarves.

"Although I don't know how to address you, everyone here should be my junior." Carl's voice sounded particularly steady. He glanced at the dwarves with missing limbs sitting at the table through a screen and used a sentence as his opening remarks.

The dwarves turned their heads, wanting to see what the dwarf who uttered such big words looked like. At this moment, Carl seemed to have turned on a switch. Seeing the miserable appearance of these dwarf miners, his anger and unwillingness almost made him furious.

He originally thought that no matter how bad the miners were, at least there was hope, and it was not as exaggerated as the old vulture said. He did not expect that the situation was even worse than the old vulture said. Most of the miners here came to ask for their retirement benefits, but they didn't even have a proper prosthesis... Many people ate with crutches, and they ate some smelly fast food. They usually relied on beer mixed with water for nutrition, but the more they drank, the worse their health became.

In this situation, Carl showed unprecedented passion and personal charm. He stood there like a solid wall. Although he did not say a word, many dwarves who were busy grabbing meat turned their eyes to Carl. Carl's speech was like a bell ringing above the dwarves' heads. His passion was accompanied by guilt and self-blame for the miners' current situation.

The miners had already heard enough of this kind of superficial self-criticism. They had heard enough of these menstrual-like speeches. Almost every month, an unknown big shot had to make a self-criticism, and the miners had never been treated well. But Carl was different. His equipment and background told everyone that he was in the mine. His emotional empathy shook the miners' numb lives and brought a ray of sunshine into their hopeless lives.

When Carl was halfway through his speech, all the miners put down their cutlery and stared at Carl's face full of dwarven masculinity, lost in thought.

Have I seen a similar face before somewhere? The dwarves thought.

The emotional speech quickly attracted the attention of the security guards. Do you think they were convinced by Carl? No, they just took a look and went back to their guard. They were different from the miners. They had "proper jobs". It would be better to shoot them with guns than to use Carl's eloquence to "awaken" these dwarves who had traded their consciences for money.

In other words, these security guards and miners are already on opposite sides of the class divide, and unless they are defeated for greater interests, they will remain loyal to their class.

Chapter 372: Imaginary Riot

The effect of Carl's speech was beyond Fang Qingyun's expectations. On the one hand, Carl actually persuaded all the miners. Fang Qingyun originally thought that no matter how powerful Carl's image was, some of the dwarves would be left behind when he was trying to persuade them. Maybe there was such a dwarf who thought he could get a compromise from the management and thus chose to stand idly by?

On the other hand, Carl seemed to have... gone off topic. Fang Qingyun originally only wanted to obtain the method of contacting higher-level management in the command rig, which meant that this speech should have been used to appeal to the dwarves in the engineering department with emotion and reason, but Carl got the focus wrong. Although it didn't matter if this speech was given to the dwarf miners, Fang Qingyun was worried that if the emotions of the miners were aroused, it would cause big trouble if bloodshed occurred...

In that case, Fang Qingyun looked like he was here to seize power. After all, who would think that a "special envoy" who went to the local area to "incite" rebellion and disrupted the normal "management" would have no ulterior motives? Moreover, the dwarf miners were unarmed and most of them were disabled. If they were allowed to make trouble... the two security guards set up the gunman's minigun at the door, and the burst of firepower would be enough to kill these dwarves.

On the one hand, the sacrifice is too great, and on the other hand, it goes against what Fang Qingyun wants to do... Isn't that a thankless task?

The dwarves listened quietly to Carl's speech. Although there was some commotion and complaints, the situation was generally under control. No dwarf led them to attack the management office... Although Fang Qingyun wanted to deal with these management scum the same way he dealt with Jiuguang, he felt that he still needed to take a long-term view.

It’s not too late to kill him later.

The dwarf miners knew that what Carl said was true. They could do nothing but waste their lives by staying here. They just found a legitimate "excuse" for themselves, as if the longer they stayed here, the stones would turn into a pool of water.

Fang Qingyun quietly watched the communication between Carl and the dwarf miners. The more they talked, the darker Carl's face became. When the dwarf miners showed that the food they usually ate was not even as much as a "Steve", Carl seemed to have aged several years in an instant. He originally thought that living again would mean more adventures, more friends and a wider world, but he never thought that Deep Rock Galaxy has now become a devil's den that the miners who know the inside story are terrified of.

Now the image of Deep Rock Galaxy has become the Ga Yaozi Holy Land in the northwest corner...

"Is that about it?" Ximi raised his eyebrows and sent a group message on the Hell Network: "Why do I feel like this will never end?"

"It's okay, I'll inject the variables," Katerin interrupted in the Hell Network, and then everyone noticed that the airlock door of the Engineering Department opened with the sound of ventilation, and the chattering young men from the Engineering Department came out covered in engine oil and choking smells, their faces still retaining the excitement of having just touched something shocking. They seemed to be from two different worlds from the painful dwarf miners, but Fang Qingyun knew that if Deep Rock Galactic Group continued like this, sooner or later the young men from the Engineering Department would become today's miners and become one of the homeless poor people.