Chapter 1027: Visiting The Factory

Chapter 1027: Visiting The Factory

Most of the time, Black was a very man with very little work to do during his working hours. However, he could be very talkative after he got off from work. Maybe, he had received orders from Mr. G so that whenever Zhang Heng asked a question, Black would try his best to answer them.

Afterward, Black brought Zhang Heng and Feng Zi to visit a weapons factory. New Shanghai 0297 had relatively loose control of weapons, and residents were allowed to carry their weapons. However, the ruling only applied to the residents on the first and second levels, where the public security wasn't as good. They were also limited to the kind of weapons they could carry. Thus, if one wanted to acquire a powerful weapon, one had to obtain it through smuggling channels.

Mr. G was about to start a revolution, and the armed forces he needed were unprecedented. Smuggling alone could no longer meet his needs for weapons. So, he had gone ahead to purchase several factories, retooled the production lines, and started to mass-produce bulletproof vests and guns.

Now, Black was bringing Zhang Heng and Feng Zi to visit one of those factories. Before they entered, they saw a large group of security guards with guns standing in front of the gate. They immediately picked up their guns whenever they saw a vehicle approaching the factory. One of them signaled Black to stop the car.

However, when Black showed them his pass, the security guards put their guns away again. After that, they took a look at the other two people in the car and opened the door.

While the guards were verifying their identities, Zhang Heng also observed the group of security guards outside the car. He found out that they all had the same tattoos on their bodies, indicating they must belong to the same gang, and were now working for Mr. G in this weapon factory.

Black knew what Zhang Heng was thinking. He then took the initiative to introduce them to him, "Oh, all these security guards are from the Greyhound gang. The Greyhound gang is a small gang that specializes in guarding the nightclubs and KTVs."

"Did Mr. G hire them to guard the factory?"

"No. They volunteered to help us. In fact, we didn't pay them a single penny. Building a new world requires the effort of everyone. Some choose to donate their money to Mr. G, and some offer their service. That's how we, together, make the new world a reality. If you know that the world is not good enough and you do nothing, it will only get worse and worse."

"Well said, but although I can see people offering their service, I don't see anyone donating money to this great cause," Feng Zi interrupted Black.

"Yes. Mr. G owns many properties and has a lucrative income. However, when it comes to his expenditure, all his properties and income are not worth mentioning. For example, in this transaction, the cost of 1g of antimatter is astronomical. If converted into monetary value, you can buy New Shanghai's first to the third level. Other than that, the raw materials needed to produce those weapons are purchased and provided by Mr. G alone. Besides that, Mr. G has to handle countless other expenses. So, please don't think Mr. G is taking advantage of everyone's desire for a new world for his personal gain. He has paid more than anyone else, and he also makes sure that every single penny is being spent on this revolution."

Feng Zi was speechless.

At that time, the black MPV had entered the factory. Black then turned off the engine and left the driver's seat. After Zhang Heng and Feng Zi got out of the car, he clapped his hands and attracted the factory floor's attention. Then, once he got the people's attention, Black grabbed the loudspeaker hanging on the wall.

This factory was different from the generic factories that relied on machines to help with production. The factories Mr. G purchased were quite old, thus requiring large manpower to run the production lines. At least one hundred workers worked in this factory right now.

After Black dropped his first sentence, all the workers stopped what they were doing and looked at Black.

"Today, I want to introduce you to two new companions," Black said as he took two steps back, allowing Zhang Heng and Feng Zi to step forward. "That's right. The two people here are our newfound allies. They risked their lives to get us an extremely essential object from Shengtang Morgan's emergency response team. Without this, we will never be able to carry out our plan. Now, they are our heroes."

After Black was finished, the workers fell into silence. Then, right after that, came a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause.

The sudden enthusiastic applause made Feng Zi, who had always been carefree, a little embarrassed. When she thought about it, she felt that she did not do much last night. After all, Zhang Heng was the one that killed the entire emergency response team. The memory encoder he had with him would be used for the revolution, but instead, Zhang Heng wanted to use it to blackmail Mr. G. That was why Feng Zi felt that they don't deserve the praise and applause. Her cheeks were flushing.

On the other hand, Zhang Heng's expression next to her had hardly changed. Feng Zi noticed Zhang Heng was not looking at the people that were cheering for them. Instead, his attention was landed on graffiti on the factory's black wall.

"Who is that? The old Mr. G?" Feng Zi followed Zhang Heng's gaze and looked at the graffiti.

"No, that's Baudrillard," Zhang Heng said.

"Who?" The name was unfamiliar to Feng Zi.

"He is a sociologist," Zhang Heng said. "He remembered the long and dull movie he watched with Miss F in the screening hall. All the unanswered questions that he had in mind were now answered.

"So... are you going to tell me about him?"

"No. If you still want to return to your normal life, it's better that you don't understand his theories," Zhang Heng said.

"Huh... Sounds so mysterious." Feng Zi was skeptical.

When the cheers came to an end, and the workers returned to their posts, Black led Zhang Heng and Feng Zi around the factory. Like the Greyhound security guarding the factory, the people who worked in the factory were volunteers as well. They were not paid a single penny, and they came from different places. There were cooks, couriers, and even pregnant women. The one thing they shared was their extreme dedication to their work.

There was no supervisor in the entire factory because hiring someone to watch over them was unnecessary. Everyone was doing their best as though something silently motivated them. When Feng Zi heard Zhang Heng talking to some of them, she could feel the fire that burned inside their hearts.

Feng Zi was envious of them. At least at this moment, she felt that it was not a bad thing to become one of them, especially for someone who had struggled to find her life goals for such a long time now. A life with a clear goal was exactly the life that she longed for.

It made Feng Zi want to take off her coat now and join the production line. When she saw the outdated production line, she had already started to come up with many plans in her mind to improve production efficiency. So, Feng Zi asked Black, "Can I stay here for some time?"

"Of course, this is exactly what we desire."

"How about you?" Feng Zi looked at Zhang Heng again.

The latter was still unmoved. Upon hearing that, he said, "I'm still recovering from my surgery. Let's continue to walk around."