The crazy guy from Hakoden, defeated the millions of gods!

"Okay." The supervisor said with a sly smile, "But there is a condition. If you change jobs, then all the work you just did will not be counted as money."

The supervisor looked at Mu Yuan and said, "And we will deduct today's wages. You should know that the personnel arrangements have been made. It will not be easy to change your job now. Are you willing?"

Mu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, he stood up and said slowly: "I don't want to."

The supervisor walked away laughing with a triumphant smile.

Lao Wang was at a loss and said, "Oh, you, you are such a tiger! You are willing to sacrifice your life for such a small amount of money."

Mu Yuan smiled and didn't explain.

Entering the cabin again, at first, Mu Yuan could still chat with Lao Wang and other workers to divert attention, but later, he stopped talking. He saw that Lao Wang and the others didn't even have the strength to talk. Their bodies felt like they were filled with lead, and they moved numbly step by step on the board.

After an unknown amount of time, a whistle sounded, and it was time for lunch. Old Wang, with his tired body, took Mu Yuan to the dining area, where workers were carrying large, dark and dirty barrels to the port.

Mu Yuan lined up to get rice and soup, and sat on the floor with Lao Wang, holding his bowl and chopsticks. Looking at the moldy rice in the bowl, Mu Yuan was silent for a moment and took a bite.

All I can say is...this is not something people should eat.

Although they were all competing for the worst, at least the Chinese panda still had black bread to eat.

Yet here, in the most prosperous magic city of Da Yan, these workers eat even less than the Russian Yan workers who are driven like slaves.

If the fire workers of Hua Xiongmao are like slaves, then Lao Wang and his gang are like pigs and dogs, or even... worse than pigs and dogs.

Old Wang looked at Mu Yuan's miserable expression and sighed, "Don't underestimate this little bit of moldy rice and salty soup. Although it's not even as good as prison food, he still has to pay more than two yuan for food every month. You have to give up his food!"

"More than two yuan?!" Mu Yuan was slightly stunned. He learned from the information that according to the prices of the time, even if this amount of moldy rice was used for three meals a day and eaten for a month, it would only cost one cent at most! !

"Sooner or later, we will kill them all."

Mu Yuan muttered to himself and ate the bowl of moldy rice.

Then the supervisor came with a whip to urge the workers to go to work.

In the evening, after drinking porridge that was so thin that fish could be raised in it, and after a simple wash, he helped Lao Wang to the accommodation on the pier - it was called accommodation, but it was actually a temporary and extremely simple awning, where the homeless bachelors squeezed together and used their pillows to rest.

Mu Yuan took great effort to find a space near the corner that was just big enough for him to sit down with the help of Lao Wang.

The two of them rested close together.

"Tired?"

Mu Yuan shook his head and said, "Everyone is very tired."

"Yeah," Lao Wang was silenced by Mu Yuan's answer, "Everyone is very tired.

You should sleep here today. I don't think you have the energy to go home. If you have it at all."

"What about you?"

"Hahaha, I want to go home. My wife and kids are waiting for me at home."

"Old Wang, why are you helping me like this?"

This is a very strange thing about Mu Yuan.

"Haha, what's the reason for this?" Old Wang stared at the ceiling made of scrap copper and iron and fell into memories.

"If I really want to give a reason, I also had a kid your age. He relied on his youth and strength to do this behind my back. Do you know the result? The little bastard slipped not long after he started and fell from a high place. He was dead at the time."

Old Wang's eyes sparkled as he whispered in sorrow, "The child's mother fainted when she saw the body. I begged those bastards for burial money, but they not only refused to give me a penny, they also beat me up and mocked us for being unscrupulous workers. It's all my incompetence that killed my eldest son."

At this moment, Lao Wang, a man who could remain silent under the pain brought by mountain jumping, almost shed tears.

"So when I saw you, I was afraid that something bad would happen to you like my child. I couldn't just watch you die."

Lao Wang wiped his eyes and sighed, "My whole life has been trapped by this damn dock."

Mu Yuan was silent.

"Lao Wang, this is not your fault." He whispered to comfort Lao Wang.

Lao Wang shook his head and gritted his teeth and said, "I am such a cheap person. I know this job is so dangerous, but I still do this kind of job?"

Then, his eyes became dull again.

"But... I have no money, and I have several children to support. I don't have any special skills, I can't read, and I can only do hard labor. Tell me, if there is a way, who would be willing to come to this hard and tiring dock work?"

Yes, there is no money! If there are other ways, who would be willing to do hard labor? Who would be willing to risk their lives to do "mountain jumping"? It is all because of this fucked up society that has forced good people into desperate situations, turning them into hired slaves who are worse than pigs and dogs, or even worse than cattle and horses! Generations after generations have never been able to be reborn! !

But...why would such hardworking and simple working people fall into such a desperate situation!

It shouldn't be like this. If hard work can make one rich, if working harder can earn more, if the lie of distribution according to work is not a lie, they should be the richest people in the world, instead of being like they are now, poor like pigs and dogs, and lowly like rats and mosquitoes!

Mu Yuan stared at his old face in the dim light and said softly, "There will be a way."

The old society turns people into ghosts, while the new society turns ghosts into people.

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After spending a few days together, Mu Yuan had already gotten to know Lao Wang quite well.

Lao Wang has worked at this dock for most of his life. Lao Wang is kindhearted and has a very high reputation among the workers at this dock. Even other families would come to Lao Wang for advice when they have important matters or difficult problems to solve.

Thanks to Lao Wang, Mu Yuan easily got along well with other dock workers and learned a lot about their miserable experiences and how those pests "cleverly" exploited them in strange ways and under various pretexts in addition to their wages.

Whenever Mu Yuan heard those stories that seemed to be told by the workers with great ease but whose contents were extremely distressing, he always felt his heart being tightly gripped. He remembered these things firmly and would never forget them. He wanted to settle accounts with certain people!

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Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Bodies: Chapter 147 One Percent? This One Percent Is Others’s!

Time passed quickly day by day, and Mu Yuan soon spent more than a week at the dock as a dock worker.

He had a deep understanding of the problems existing among the working class in Dayan.

As Zhou Shuren wrote, most of these workers came from poor rural areas and were originally farmers. Although they have become workers in the city, their way of thinking and behavioral habits still bear the strong imprint of farmers, such as being content with a small fortune, short-sightedness, selfishness and narrow-mindedness, and being numb to politics, among other shortcomings.

However, these shortcomings are changing. The collectivization and large-scale production models of the working class are making these workers shed their original habits. They begin to understand that as workers they should help and support each other, so they spontaneously established many small group organizations. A small group of workers centered on Lao Wang is such an example.

"Comrade Mu Yuan, what are you going to do?"

That day, Su Fanxiu, the leader of the Dock Workers Club, asked him.

He saw that this revolutionary from the Russian Soviet, after witnessing the numbness and miserable life of the Dayan workers, was not the slightest bit discouraged, nor did he feel desperate or confused.

The heavy physical labor did not crush his body. His soul seemed to be glowing and his eyes became deeper!

Su Fanxiu stared at Mu Yuan, his eyes filled with an incomparably firm belief, like a bright light guiding the direction in the darkness!

Mu Yuan answered him: "One fact is so obvious, if I just exist as a dock worker, as an individual, what I can do and what I can change is too little, too little!

No matter how strong or knowledgeable an individual worker is, he is still just an individual, with little power and little strength. But when many workers unite and become a group that advances and retreats together, that collective power is huge and strong! "

His voice was high, and he was not afraid of the indescribable shadow that enveloped the entire country of Da Yan!

"Fan Xiu, what we have to do is to make the workers of Da Yan, from individual workers, become a collective, from a confused class, to a free class, and finally to a self-reliant class! And such a working class, their power, can not only terrify the bourgeoisie and imperialism of Da Yan, but also terrify the bourgeoisie of the whole world!"

This is a fact that has been proven by the Soviet regime in Russia!

A weak and backward bourgeois industrial country, a country that was losing ground on the battlefield, became the master of the country after the working class seized power. It not only eliminated the bourgeois regime in the country, but also fought off the joint suppression of more than a dozen bourgeois countries!

Yes, he should do so, not only to become a worker, but also to help workers and awaken class consciousness!

Afterwards, Mu Yuan, with the help of Chen Xiuquan and Su Fanxiu, obtained official documents and opened a night school not far from the pier in the name of "moral education."

With the help of night school, on the one hand, we can help these workers who have never had the opportunity to receive education to read and write; on the other hand, we can absorb advanced and activist elements among the workers and spread Marxism; on the other hand, we can obtain a lot of first-hand information and write sufficient data into the investigation report.

At the suggestion of the worker activists, they also created "sentry posts", which were two children selling sesame cakes. When they saw the scab inspector coming, they shouted "Selling sesame cakes, selling sesame cakes!"

In this way, the workers who were frantically sharing their tragic experiences in the classroom, denouncing the capitalists, dock owners, and ruffians, and sharing the results of their Marxist learning, immediately put on the appearance of good students in a private school. Mu Yuan pointed to the "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight" on the blackboard, and he read a sentence, and the workers read it in unison.

In this way, the inspector will return empty-handed.

Soon, a month or two passed.

Mu Yuan handed the "Investigation and Research Report on the Dock Workers in Shanghai" to Chen Xiuquan.

Chen Xiuquan was actually not the first person to know about this report.

In the night school, Mu Yuan had already handed the contents of the report to the workers.

That's how he taught.

"Comrade workers, there are 5 dock workers in Magic City! They account for one-tenth of the total number of workers in Magic City, and the degree of exploitation we suffer is far more severe than that of workers in other places!"

He drew a rectangle on the blackboard with chalk and marked next to it, 2.02 yuan, which is two yuan and two cents.

He said: "Take the unloading of pig iron as an example. For every ton of pig iron loaded and unloaded, the cargo owner needs to pay two yuan and two cents."

Then he crossed out three-quarters of the rectangle and painted it black.

"You see, of the two dollars and two cents, the wharf owner will take one dollar and fifty-two cents, that is, they took three-quarters of the money at once."

He pointed to the remaining quarter, marked out five squares and darkened three of them.

"Of the remaining fifty cents, the comprador capitalists took thirty cents."

A worker saw the two remaining, pitiful little grids and became angry.

"We only got 10%?!"

But Mu Yuan shook his head.

"One percent, how can one percent be one percent? One percent belongs to someone else!!"

His chalk only wanted to mark the last bit of the grid, and he drew a small corner diagonally downward that was so small that it was even difficult to see at a glance!

"Of the last two cents, there are contractors who want to take 1.4 cents!!"

"So, we, the workers who really shed blood and sweat, only got six cents in the end!!!"

Seeing this intuitive and vivid fact of exploitation, the workers present all gnashed their teeth and clenched their fists!

"These sons of bitches!!"

Among the workers present, one person had the most excited and indignant expression.

"Mr. Mu, I'm going to fight them!!"

The workers around him quickly grabbed him and comforted him, preventing him from doing something stupid like a madman sharpening his knife at night and dying together with the leader.

In fact, at the beginning, any worker with blood in his veins would definitely fight with the boss after experiencing such a situation.

No one thought that his desire to fight to the death with his boss was extreme or wrong.

However, after spending some time in Mu Yuan's night school, they gradually understood.

One life for another, on a dark and windy night, letting the blood splatter three feet, is certainly a very refreshing thing to do, but it is not worth it.

The reason they held him back was because the workers gradually came to understand that the exploitation and oppression they suffered could not be changed by killing one or two bosses or one or two dock owners.

Their lives should be used in more valuable places. It is not just about killing one boss, but thousands of bosses! The root of their existence should be eradicated! As "Teacher Mu" said - "Struggle for the liberation of the proletariat all over the world!!"

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PS:

The data that 97% of the surplus value produced by the dock workers in Shanghai was exploited comes from the first volume of "Miscellaneous Talks on the Evil Old Society and the Economy of Old Dayan", on page 57, in the chapter describing substandard workers.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Bodies: Chapter 148 Attack, attack the exploiters and oppressors!

Mu Yuan looked at the young man whose face was red with anger, walked up to him and patted his shoulder kindly.

"Chunjiang, you are excited again."

Mu Yuan comforted him and said, "Sit down first. What we want to do is not to kill one or two bosses, but to overthrow the three mountains that are pressing on us dock workers. We must kill all the dock owners, comprador capitalists, and feudal bosses! !"

The streets of heaven are full of the bones of nobles! The inner treasury is burned to ashes!

Mu Yuan has always been more extreme than his mentor! Based on the history of later generations, he doesn't think that some oppressors need to be reformed. It's better to kill them all!

The murderous intent revealed in his words gradually calmed the originally excited young man down. He understood that Mr. Mu did not have any sympathy for those historical dregs in this way or that way, but just wanted to destroy them all. This made him temporarily put away his anger and sit down again.