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Chapter 163 Rose Factory
Liu Jiayi also found something wrong. She raised her head and looked at White Willow who was holding his hand. She frowned and approached with a low voice and asked, "I turned on the small TV space to mute it, and the audience couldn't hear what you and I were saying. What's going on? I don't think it is right, there are too many coincidences, it feels like..."
"Someone designed this game and waited for Second Tang and I to enter, right?" White Willow said lightly.
White Willow’s gaze still fell on the newspaper wall in the glass showcase: “Don’t you think that the last round of games was also designed to wait for you and me? The games that have been logged in once will logically not be repeated. It happened, but it was so coincidental that the orphanage you were in was withdrawn all its investment, and it was at the end of the road. The dean of the orphanage had to take the remaining children of you for the final benefit to operate again, and finally caused the matter to come to an end. In front of me."
"It's a coincidence that Liu Huai was met by me in "The Last Train of Burst" and he owed me a favor. Then, because of real things, he chased me into "Love Welfare Institute", and the game design was just right. Separate you from him and keep me in the same camp as him."
White Willow stared at Lu Yizhan's painful, black-and-white face in the newspaper without moving, his tone was unwavering:
"In the second round, Mu Sicheng also happened to meet Liu Huai-Liu Huai is like a bond connecting me and you, and at the same time as your psychological weakness, he was put into the game with me. Then I will naturally use your weaknesses to contain you and make me profit, and the conflict between us will be intensified. You will choose to kill me, and I will be forced to fight back and kill you."
"I generally rarely believe that there are so many deliberate coincidences in this world." White Willow looked down and retracted his gaze on the newspaper wall.
Liu Jiayi suddenly muttered to herself: "...It's just like someone deliberately made so many coincidences, opened our weaknesses for you to take advantage of, and then let us fight..."
"But I didn't kill you, and you didn't kill me. The game played by the people behind us has reached a deadlock." White Willow said in a light tone, "So this time, in order to intensify the conflict between me and the opponent. , This time my weakness has also been transferred to the game."
"Your friend Lu Yizhan was also involved." Liu Jiayi reacted quickly, "You will definitely speed up the clearance for this, but this game only has one player who can become the director of the game, so you will go with that Captain Tang's competition has become more intense."
"Yeah." Bai Liu's attitude is still very calm, "but the chips from the other side are probably going to drive Tang Erda completely crazy-the seventeen players involved in the explosion just now are all members of the third team, Su Chao. An accident happened while leading the team to inspect that factory."
"Second Tang can hardly maintain a sense of reason on this kind of thing."
Bai Liu was quiet for a second. He didn't talk to Liu Jiayi, but the situation was more complicated-in another timeline, Tang Erda saw him dominate this rosy explosion that could be said to have degenerated the world.
This fundamentally caused it. When Second Tang played in this game, he would definitely choose to kill White Willow, the culprit that might cause the explosion, and put an end to the recurrence of all tragic endings.
Everything is tightly formed into a game that was created specifically to trap White Willow and Second Tang. The only way out of this game is to kill Second Tang and fight this way, just like Second Tang's only way out was to kill him.
The man behind everything with Su Chao’s death made Second Tang run out of control and became a monster hunter who lost his bottom line. Now this man has done the same trick again and used Lu Yizhan’s death to induce White Willow to give up that Lu Yizhan. The principles and bottom line built for White Willow-he is inducing White Willow to kill innocent people with his own hands again and again, turning into a crazy and sober monster like Second Tang fights.
This person is forcing him to become a white six.
The workers continued to walk in, passing through a very deep and depressing corridor. An office appeared in front of White Willow. After entering, there was a classically dressed office. Behind the walnut desk sat a man drinking a rose. Flower tea, steward with glasses.
The steward did not wear protective clothing, but was wearing a more serious and well-made suit. It was obvious that his status was one level higher than that of the workers who brought White Willow and the others.
The man raised his head and looked at White Willow and Liu Jiayi. There was a slowly blooming rose in the center of his eye.
The rose in the steward’s eyes was fresh and delicate, obviously more vital than the dying rose in the eyes of the worker, and it was commensurate with the delicate rose fragrance on the steward’s body. Smell it-this manager is like a fresh rose bud emitting a light fragrance.
"Are you new workers?" The steward put down the tea cup and looked at White Willow and Liu Jiayi a little arrogantly. "You came to the most famous rose factory in the world. You are working for the world's top perfume Do the preparatory work, I hope you will take your work seriously." The fastest mobile terminal of 999 novel update: https:/m.999xs.com/
With that said, the steward took out two contracts from the drawer under the desk, raised his chin and pushed them to White Willow and Liu Jiayi on the opposite side.
"This is our labor contract. Once you have signed the work permit, you can go to work."
White Willow picked up the labor contract, flipped through it quickly, then put it down, and looked at the steward with an inexplicable look: "No working hours are stipulated? Three meals a day and accommodation are provided for free? The salary is dried by roses. Yevas Is this perfume to settle? No money?"
"Do you have any comments?" The steward looked at White Willow contemptuously. "Now only the top companies in the world dare to use rose dry Yevas as a salary to employees. Ordinary people who can't buy roses dry Yevas work hard. I want to enter our factory just to get perfume as a salary."
"Now you just go outside, you can exchange perfume for anything you want, food, house, jewelry, gold, even beautiful men and women, and any rare animals. Now the whole world is doing roses for roses. Yevas went crazy."
The steward took a sip of rose tea slowly, the roses in his eyes were more gorgeous, and the smile on his face was strangely proud, "Because people who don’t have perfume will wither, and money is just a pile of waste paper. This world is hard currency."
"The rose is."
Bai Liu was silent for a second, and he quickly bent down and signed the contract. Liu Jiayi also signed the contract silently, but the worker who led them over hesitated to leave, looking with an extremely eager look. At the bottom of the rose tea cup that has been drunk by the steward.
The steward was accustomed to pouring his teacup down, a drop of tea dripped on the ground, and the worker who led White Willow and them over instantly knelt on the ground, bowing down like a dog without dignity, greedy and fanatical. Sticking out the chapped tongue from under the protective clothing, licked the drop of tea on the ground that was about to evaporate.
At the moment of licking the tea, the worker's black cracked tongue resembled a moisturized dry field, shrinking from the dry and cracked petal-like shape to a normal pale pink tongue.
The steward kicked away the worker's constantly licking head on the ground with disgust: "Be careful, don't let the stench on your body contaminate the fragrance of roses in my office."
The worker lay his hands on the ground and nodded and bowed, full of gratitude and joy for the gift: "Thank you for this drop of tea from the steward! This is the most fragrant rose tea I have ever drunk! It is made from dried rose flowers extracted from dried Yevas. !"
The worker exposed his drunkenness to the ground that had been licked clean with his tongue and took a deep breath: "The taste is... so wonderful!"
As if he only knew that he would not get extra rewards for staying here, the workers reluctantly stood up and glanced at the teacup, bowed respectfully and backed down: "Guardian, then I will take the two new flower pickers with me. Go to work."
After talking about his face, the worker waved his hand at White Willow extremely impatiently: "Follow me!"
White Willow and Liu Jiayi lowered their heads and followed the worker in small steps, walking all the way to the outside of the factory.
The flower field under the night is mysterious and graceful. The blue fluorescent bugs are dotted on the budding flowers. The breeze sweeps between the petals, causing the roses to undulate and collide in the night like waves. With the sound of rubbing, the dark red moist soil reflected a color that was almost moisturized by blood in the moonlight.
The workers looked at them: "This is the place where you work. The flower field that our factory uses to cultivate dry-leaf roses covers a total of 16 mu. One or two workers are responsible for one of the fields. You are responsible for the roses in this field. Picked."
"It’s late at night when the dry leaf roses are in full bloom. This kind of rose is very sensitive to sunlight. You have to pick as many dry leaf roses as possible before they meet the first rays of sunrise and gather their petals. ——Only the dried wild rose at night can produce the most beautiful and pure fragrance without impurities. The dried leaf rose after dawn has no fragrance."
The worker led White Willow and Liu Jiayi to the side of the flower field, pointed to some simple small tents tied up side by side in the aisle of the flower field, and said with some gloat: "Have you seen those small tents? You the lowest level flower pickers? The factory does not provide you with dormitories. You have to live in these tents in the flower field. Just take a look. If there is no one in the tent, it means that the flower picker has been fired and turned into a refugee. You just need to live in."
On the narrow ridge between the flower field and the flower field, many simple and dirty fabric tents are indeed stationed. These tents are of different sizes. It seems that they can allow up to three people to live at the same time. The tents are made of canvas, gray and blue. It used to be a very dirt-resistant material and color, but now it is covered with blood-colored dots and handprints.
I don't know if it is real blood, or if these workers wiped the soil on the tent after finishing the work.