Chapter 1470 Mineral Factory
The depths of the universe are vast and boundless.
The three star-level factories stretched out thick pipes and bridges, connecting each other to form a stable triangle.
More than a dozen world-class factories and hundreds of factories of other sizes are attached to this huge triangle, forming a huge factory market.
This is the distribution center of the so-called "slave factories", so it also has a name called "Slave Market".
It is one of the largest slave centers in the Thallium star cluster.
Countless factories plundered the original planet, or after defeating the enemy's factories, they brought the captives here to sell them in exchange for what they wanted.
It is said that here, you can find any race you want, and if you can afford the price... you can even buy anyone you want.
There are so many factories, and as the saying goes, there are too many people and too many eyes. When the "Moo Factory" and the brick factory left the candy ball factory and the giant square factory and came here, Zhuang Buyuan was inevitably a little nervous.
"Don't worry, those guys from Xie Dou Factory don't dare to come here to ambush us. Even the big shots in the Thallium Star Cluster don't like to offend these guys. After all, slave factories are spread across the entire universe, and there are countless numbers of them. Every factory will have someone to ask for. When they were on top, the industrial system 'Power of Slaves', whose main business was the slave trade, was also a very powerful industrial system with immeasurable influence..." Jie Bing said.
Zhuang Buyuan looked at the densely packed factories and remained silent.
All the factories here are buyers or sellers.
Some small factories hang cages directly on the outside of the factory.
There are all kinds of races inside, including men, women, old and young.
Factories, giant war dogs, and other various means of transportation, you can walk through it, point your finger at it if you like it, and then bargain.
The whole process was as easy as buying groceries.
Whenever he looks at these factories, Zhuang Buyuan feels a sense of absurdity and unreality, and then he is gripped by various feelings of fear.
In human understanding, or in various human science fictions, humans in the future will colonize various planets and multiply on other planets.
At that time, human beings were highly developed and enjoyed endless resources. Although the gap between the rich and the poor was still very large, they generally had freedom, abundant materials, ideals, and family affection.
There are few science fiction works. The fantasy future is to return to a slave society, live in cramped and cramped factories, and be forced to perform high-intensity activities every day.
The leaders of this world, the factory owners, left various planets unused, destroyed them, took away all the native organisms, and threw them into a small iron cage.
Life and various planets are originally the most beautiful creations of nature. This kind of approach makes Zhuang Buyuan unable to understand.
Perhaps, there is a part of human beings that respects nature in their bones, or perhaps humans are born to be creatures closer to the ideals of the manor owner.
When building the manor, Zhuang Buyuan felt a strange sense of accomplishment as he watched the manor grow from small to large.
But at this time, sitting in the factory, Zhuang Buyuan only felt unspeakably depressed.
He just wants to find his family and the people on earth as soon as possible, go back as soon as possible, and leave this terrible ghost place.
This is definitely not the future he wants!
The estate owners were bad enough, with their arrogant desire to tame everything.
But the factory owners are worse than the estate owners, they ruin and destroy everything.
Zhuang Buyuan even doubted whether there was anything good in their lives.
They are destroying the universe!
They don't seem to have the slightest respect for all life. Look at the slaves who were sold and were just thrown into outer space.
Although the space here is closer to the Exile Era and is made of dark matter, rather than the space where the Earth is located, with clearly defined outer space and inner space.
But the air here is still thin and filled with all kinds of rays. It is definitely not friendly to all kinds of life. The slaves who were sold are struggling and wailing, shrinking and dying in the cage, without anyone Sympathize with them.
It seems that those people are not their kind, not intelligent creatures, not living beings.
And these people obviously have stronger lives and stronger adaptability than the people on earth.
Zhuang Buyuan couldn't help but imagine, how long could human beings live in such an environment? It's been so long, can he still get everyone back?
What's even more frightening is that if it is Zhuang's mother who is struggling in such an environment, what should he do?
And Jie Bing is obviously used to such an environment.
After approaching the factory market, he dragged him not far from the village and boarded a giant war dog, wandering around.
In the market, all kinds of neon lights are lit up everywhere, and huge billboards are hung. It is blurry and changing, just like an old cyberpunk movie.
Walking through it, Zhuang Buyuan was dazzled and overwhelmed, and his eyes just felt like they were not enough.
Jie Bing went straight to the point: "I need to buy 30,000 Nasunlians and 500,000 Hammers, and then look at other races that are cheaper or more useful. I need to add at least 2 million people." It can barely keep the factory running. Brother Zhuang, what do you think of these people?"
"Brother Zhuang, do you think this race is suitable?"
"Brother Zhuang..."
Being dragged around by the gang, Zhuang Buyuan saw many races that he had never seen before.
However, Zhuang Buyuan has always been in a state of wandering.
"Brother Zhuang, don't you buy some races?" Jie Jing wondered, "Don't you need more manpower for your factory?"
For factory owners, manpower is just one of all resources that will be lost. Just like screws, screws, and parts, they are consumables that can be replaced at any time and can be quantified.
What can Zhuang Buyuan say? Can he tell me that my factory operates three shifts, as well as weekends and overtime pay?
"If I'm short of people, I can just find a few factories and cut them down." Zhuang Buyuan said.
"Yes..." Jie Bing didn't know whether he was envious or helpless, "You are such a barbarian..."
Am I a savage?
God knows who is savage.
Jie Bing is obviously an owner who is not short of money. When he sees something he likes, he buys it directly without blinking an eye.
A large number of slaves were transported to his factory, and soon more than one million slaves were purchased.
Zhuang Buyuan's eyes kept wandering back and forth, and suddenly a familiar scene flashed across the corner of his eyes.
He turned his head suddenly and saw a giant advertising painting there.
This advertising painting shows a flat factory flying over a certain planet. The planet shattered and fell into a sea of fire.
"That's it!" Zhuang Buyuan shouted.
There are also huge words on it.
The writing of the factory owners is very similar to the gears of the Nasunians, but the content and expression are much richer.
The title above is very much like a human real estate advertisement.
“Produced by a major factory, original quality!”
"The stellar factory selects high-quality slaves and is waiting for you with unique taste!"
"The designated dealer of the stellar factory 'Disaster Factory' sells various native races in large quantities!"
"This dealer only accepts blind auctions and group auctions, and does not accept trials..."
Under the huge billboard, Zhuang Buyuan saw a familiar T-shirt.
There are four Chinese characters written on it: "Return Home in Rich Clothes".
At that moment, Zhuang Buyuan's heart was about to twitch.
Disaster Factory? This factory is actually called Disaster?
It brings disaster wherever it goes!
And that T-shirt is definitely a product of the earth!
"Quick, get over there!" Zhuang Buyuan shouted.
"Who did you see?" Jie Ling dropped the half-baked business and commanded the giant war dog to fly over.
"Quick, quick, quick!" Zhuang Buyuan didn't have time to explain. He saw someone bargaining over there, for fear that someone would buy them away.
A factory owner, it seems that the price has been negotiated and the two parties are handing over.
Zhuang Buyuan hurriedly said: "Quote! Quote quickly!"
Jie Bing said loudly: "Wait a minute, no matter how much they pay, I will pay double!"
The transaction over there was suspended, and the factory owner, who was already smiling and planning to take over the slaves, suddenly turned his head and glared at him, but after seeing Jie Bing, he seemed to have thought of something and said nothing, turned around and left in a hurry.
"Sir, are you telling the truth? Our batch of goods is quite large!"
"No matter how much it is, I'll pay double the price." Jie Ling waved his hand impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense and get everyone out!"
"Wait..." Zhuang Buyuan took a closer look, but was very disappointed.
The man was wearing a "Homecoming" T-shirt, but he was not from Earth. Compared to Earthlings, his skin color looked too red, and he had four eyes.
Looking from a distance, I thought the pair of eyes above were a pair of unusually thick eyebrows, but when I looked up close, I realized they were not.
"Where did you get this T-shirt?" Zhuang Buyuan asked quickly.
"??" The red four-eyed creature obviously didn't understand and looked confused.
"My lord, please don't talk to our goods at will!" the seller said angrily, and then he whipped the alien in a T-shirt until his skin was torn and he shivered.
Zhuang Buyuan's eyes widened and he almost went crazy.
"I'll handle it." Jie Bing signaled Zhuang Buyuan not to speak, and then threw out a small bottle.
Just as the currency of the manor owners is the blood of time, the currency of the industrial party is also the oil of time and space. Obviously, after so many years, the oil of time and space is still one of the most important materials of the industrial party.
And the oil of time and space contained in that small bottle is probably more than all the oil of time and space that Zhuang Buyuan had transformed before.
After the transaction was completed, Zhuang Buyuan had the opportunity to talk to the other party.
However, there was a language barrier between the two parties, and Zhuang Buyuan finally understood that the T-shirt should have been given to him by someone else.
They were once imprisoned at the same time as the people on Earth.
Only to be separated later.
"I've made it clear." Over there, Jie Bing was also practicing the truth that "money can make the world go round". A few small bottles were stuffed in, and the seller suddenly knew everything and couldn't stop talking.
"They did get this batch of slaves from the Disaster Factory, but they only took this small batch...and they are not a designated dealer. This slave was used to exchange for ore."
"I have another good news here. Your companions have a higher chance of surviving... because the Disaster Factory is not a slave factory, but a mining factory."
"Let me tell you another piece of good news. We have a common enemy. The Disaster Factory also belongs to the 'Flame and Ashes' industrial system."
The Disaster Factory is a mineral factory, its main business is the refining of various minerals and minerals.
And slaves are just its sideline.
It searches for various excellent mineral planets in the universe, crushes them, absorbs them, smelts them, and then sells them.
And if there are native organisms on these planets, they will also engage in a wave of slave trade.
Fortunately, the Earth's minerals were completely ignored by the Disaster Factory, so the Earth escaped without being crushed. However, they couldn't leave empty-handed, so they took away the humans on the Earth.
Because even if slaves are not sold, the demand for slaves in mining factories is very large. The sorting and smelting of these minerals require a large number of slaves.
Although humans are fragile, they have flexible fingers and keen senses, and can still distinguish and sort minerals. Unlike the red four-eyed star people they sold before, their forelimbs are as weak as chicken feet.
The batch of red four-eyed aliens were obtained in exchange for payment when the factory sold mineral raw materials to the Disaster Factory.
They can also be regarded as slaves eliminated by the disaster factory.
And those who eliminated them were obviously the humans on earth.
Hearing this news, Zhuang Buyuan was both worried and relieved.
What is gratifying is that if the facts are true as Jie Bing said, the humans who were taken away should still be alive.
What is worrying is that Zhuang Buyuan cannot imagine how his mother would be forced to carry heavy minerals in the mine.
He wished he could fly there immediately and find his mother.
"However, I also have some bad news here... The Disaster Factory is a mineral factory. It will fly around the Chongqing star cluster, looking for mineral planets everywhere. It may not be easy to find it."
The Disaster Factory in the portrait should be the Disaster Factory trading with Jie Bing Factory and other factories, and it was drawn by someone unintentionally.
But in the vast sea of stars, how do you find a factory that is everywhere?
"You just said that the Disaster Factory is also a 'flame and ember flow' industrial system?" Zhuang Buyuan asked, "Will the other 'flame and ember flow' factories know its whereabouts?"
"It's very possible... what do you want to do? No! Absolutely not!" Jie Cing was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the expression on Zhuang Buyuan's face, he shook his head in fear, "Don't say you want to provoke the Xie Dou Factory! You forgot We managed to escape with great difficulty before!"
It's too late for Jie Bing to escape now, so he doesn't want to cause trouble to the Xie Dou Factory again.
Although he has a lot of money, he still feels heartbroken when he thinks about those smashed cube factories. He doesn't want to lose more!
Besides, he doesn’t want to die! Those people really wanted to kill him!