Chapter 388: How to own five buildings

At 370,000 per square foot, the moment this price was announced, some people in the sales office stood frozen in place, while others rushed forward like mad.

"I told you prices were going to go up again!"

"Buy it now! If you don't buy it next time it will go up to $400,000 per square foot and then you really won't be able to afford it!"

"For sale! This way for a large 25 sq ft flat!"

"Same over here! Is there still a suite on the 17th floor?"

"Sorry, the 17th floor has just been sold out, why don't you take a look at the 27th floor ......"

Xiaodong covered his stomach and smiled, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat as he led other customers to see the property, people lined up, holding loan contracts, crowding each other, afraid that if they were slow, they would not be able to buy the property, their faces red and ears red, shouting from the bottom of their hearts.

"I want to take out a loan for two Sunshine Nurseries!"

"I want a loan of five copies!"

Someone stared blankly at all this, murmured something like I really can't afford it and I don't want to loan my children, then suddenly turned around and ran out.

In less than two minutes the men fell from the outside of the building, in pieces and dead.

The others just glanced at it and withdrew their eyes at the sight of it.

"Someone else jumped off a building, huh?"

"It's normal, every time the price of a new property goes up, there are young people who are not mentally fit to jump off the building."

The patrol methodically and skilfully collected the bodies and carried them away to the two men in white coats who were waiting nearby, saying

"Let's see if these two are carrying loans, if they are, take them to a private hospital and auction off their organs, bones and corneas to cover the loans.

The corpse collectors nodded, the patrol looked at the bodies, snorted in contempt, and one even went up and kicked one of them in the foot and spat.

"Think you don't have to pay back the loan if you die? Nice try!"

"I also do not know how much this corpse can be sold, if this goods loan more, the auction corpse can not offset, then in the end or our big boss C Dong lost money."

"What a shameless dog, the big boss is kind enough to give you an advance to spend, and you want to die before you've finished paying him back!"

The crowd around them was surging and the noise of the people seemed to be a harmonious scene, but Shi Qian and Yuan Guang, who were in the middle of it, looked at the patrols who were talking to each other in a trance and listened to the sound of the houses closing around them, they felt as if they were in the 18th floor of hell with coldness all over their bodies.

Everywhere there are evil spirits of chaos who do not treat others as human beings, who do not treat themselves as human beings, and everywhere there are suffering living people who are being tortured and chastised but know nothing about it.

Yuan Guang and Shi Qian slowly turned their heads to look at C Dong, who was sitting in the stands, beaming, raising a glass of wine with the people next to him to celebrate the sale of his new property, his hand flipping over and lighting up with a dangerous silver glint.

[System Alert: Player Yuan Guang uses his personal skill weapon (Artisan's Knife)]

[System Alert: Player Shi Qian uses personal skill weapon (Caliper Cone)]

Area E Cemetery.

At 8:20, the sky was completely dark, and the cemetery cemetery directly opposite Road 444 was dark and gloomy, with a number of straight oval tombstones standing in the shadows through an old, two-opening, carved iron gate, and the remains of people on the tombstones could be dimly seen.

Apart from the weeds in the cemetery, the only creatures to be seen are one or two crows, fluttering down to rest on the headstones and cawing hoarsely twice.

Next to the iron gate is a decrepit half-buried security room with a slanted, swinging door and only a dusty stool inside, which has obviously not been visited for a long time.

Tang Erda looked complicated: "That old man said that the cemetery on the E side was once looted as a complement to the E housing back in the day, but now there is no one even to maintain it."

"Because everyone in Sunnyside has money to buy a house, how can they afford to buy a tomb?" Mu Sicheng was also saddened, "I feel that the tomb is just a decoration, who would buy this except the rich?"

Bai Liu smiles: "That's not necessarily true."

Liu Jiayi looked around and spoke coldly, "These cemetery houses are not supposed to be sold to the living, they are sold to the dead."

"Sold to a dead person??" Mu Sicheng looked puzzled and shocked, "Why would someone buy a house when they're dead??"

Muke, rather unsurprised, nodded calmly: "According to Bai Liu's earlier and analysis, and what that old grandfather said to us, we can simply make a speculation that the realtors in Sunnyside built everything for profit, for money, or a currency that could be exchanged for human productivity."

"Land is the means of production that they hold firmly in their grasp, a means of production that, through all the manipulations and regulations of real estate agents in a private monopoly, becomes an object that can be exchanged for productivity at an infinite upward premium."

Mu Sicheng was a little dizzy: "What?"

"At this point, human productivity is constantly being demoted through the process of monetary equivalence replacement." Muke looks to Mu Sicheng, "In short, by monopolising the means of production for the rest to in-roll, and through this process of in-rolling and competition constantly demoting your productivity, while the conflict of survival intensification is transferred to those below you, making you hate those who are in competition with you, and in turn making you grateful that he is willing to slip that little bit of currency through his fingers to you to compete for."

"But it's gotten to the point where it's pointless to fight over currency, it's just a transit channel they use to exchange for productivity, and as long as they allow an infinite upward premium on the means of production, then your productivity will never fill the hole in housing prices."

"That's why land is the most valuable thing, and since this group of real estate developers are willing to take land to build a cemetery, it can only mean one thing, and that is that after building the cemetery, a lot of productivity can also be exchanged through [the cemetery] as a means of production."

After Muke had finished, he looked at Mu Sicheng with a puzzled expression and said, with a slight pause, "When you were at university, did you skip some of your compulsory foundation classes?"

Like Civic Marxism or something like that.

Mu Sicheng, who understood the subtext of Muke's taunting, became somewhat irritated and turned to Bai Liu, who was watching the entrance to the cemetery, pointing at Muke and complaining, "Bai Liu, Muke, he doesn't speak human!"

Good grades, good memory, remembering everything in class is amazing!

Mu Sicheng has issued a cry of outrage from the schoolboys.

Bai Liu, half crouched on the ground with his back to Mu Sicheng, looked down and seemed to be observing the dense footprints on the ground, without looking back, and spoke in a light tone.

"Don't you think ghosts are a better resource for cheap labour than people?"

"If a person works six days a week, nine hours a day, that's only 54 hours of work, and you have to take out the time spent eating and going to the toilet in there, which rounds up to almost 50 hours."

"But ghosts don't need to eat, they don't need to sleep, they only need three to five flats to house a family, they can run 24/7, and a ghost can work up to 168 hours a week."

Bai Liu stood up slowly: "That's the equivalent of 3.4 people working 996 for a week."

"In terms of productivity units, it's far less cost effective to have people working than to have ghosts working, and if one speculates on the extremes -"

Bai Liu turned back to Mu Sicheng with a calm gaze: "- here in Sunshine City, people are moved in in large numbers to stimulate population growth, but at the same time there is no regard for mortality rates, wildly increasing property prices, prices, regardless of any collective events such as famine, pestilence, mass suicide, and no consideration at all It will not even consider whether people can survive here, it will even encourage suicide and euthanasia by stealth, eliminating a large number of poor people at the bottom under the pretext of survival of the fittest, is this not in part to turn people into ghosts and convert one person into 3.4 productivity units?"

"In other words, maybe the living don't matter at all to real estate agents, it's the dead, the cheaper and more useful ghosts, the labour force that doesn't see the light of day beneath the Sunshine City."

Mu Sicheng was a bit creeped out by Bai Liu: "So the people here have to work even if they become ghosts? Even after they die, they can't rest in peace?"

"No." The conception was a little too horrific, Mu Sicheng gestured his hands and tried to retort with a stony face, "That's too bad, I'm dead and a ghost, why would I work for them?! These people, why don't they run away if they're not ghosts?"

Bai Liu patted the dust on his sleeve and walked unhurriedly up to Mu Sicheng: "Have you seen 'Sinister and Ghostly'?"

Mu Sicheng, not expecting the sudden change of subject, was confused, but answered honestly: "I've seen it."

Bai Liu gave a faint hmph and asked rhetorically, "Then why do you think Nie Xiaoqian, as a ghost, didn't run away when she had to work hard every week, cheat two men to feed her grandma, and was finally forced to sell an illegal woman ghost to the Black Mountain Old Demon?"

"Do you think she enjoys working for her grandmother?" Bai Liu asks calmly.

Mu Sicheng: "......"

What a stupid question he asked, of course he wasn't running because he was trapped for some reason and couldn't run away!

Mu Sicheng frowned and pressed on, "Did the reason these people were trapped have anything to do with the tomb?"

Bai Liu nodded: "So I agree with Liu Jiayi that these tombs were probably not repaired for the living, but for the dead."

"Buy?" Mu Sicheng grew more and more puzzled, "Do the developers here still pay ghosts?"

Bai Liu gave Mu Sicheng a sidelong glance: "If you don't get paid to work, will you fight?"

Mu Sicheng: "...... doesn't fight."

"No, I feel something strange," Mu Sicheng rubbed his chin, deep in thought, "if I were a ghost, I'd be stuck in Sunnyside and couldn't get away, but even if someone offered me a salary, I wouldn't work anyway."

Mu Sicheng gave a slightly disgusted glance at the cemetery: "...... not to mention working hard to use it to buy one of these 18 levels of hell cemeteries."

"I don't need to eat, I don't need to sleep, then I don't need a house or money ah, even if the real estate agent used some way to trap me here, I've been working all my fucking life, I've beaten myself into a ghost, in this case ......" Mu Sicheng clenched his fist forcefully, "There's no way you can work part-time! There's no way you can work part-time in your next life!"

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng with appreciation: " Nie Xiaoqian should have thought the same as you did back then, very brave."

Mu Xiaoqian: "......"

Mu Xiaoqian, who had been shouted at twice in quick succession, bravely shook his fist at Bai Liu, who was exploiting him like a tree demon's grandma, and shook his fist in anger: "Shit! I'm already dead! What are they going to do to me? They can't make me go out and seduce men for them to eat!"

"Of course not." Bai Liu looked at the cemetery gates and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "What kind of circumstances would make a man willing to work like crazy even after death just to buy the cemetery and then cower in his own cemetery which is only 2 square metres wide?"

Liu Jiayi spoke out coldly: "Could it be that, as in the case of the living, these dead people also have to pay land use fees. Is that why they find ways to hide in flats or cemeteries?"

"But you can't do anything to me if you don't pay the land use fee, can you?" Mu Sicheng hugged his chest and shook his legs in a very patronizing way, "I'm dead!"

Bai Liu slowly turned his head and smiled up, "That's not necessarily true, the living don't pay for the land use just get killed, while the dead ghosts because they can't die again, that can be tortured in a much higher category instead."

"You can't die again anyway, no matter how much you're tortured, can you?"

Muke added helpfully and without moving, " Nie Xiaoqian didn't want to work for Lou Lou either, I think, but Lou Lou was a tree demon who could torture ghosts and also stick her roots into the necks and bodies of little demons, shaking them inside their bodies and sucking their blood, torturing them so much that they had to work for Lou Lou and go out to seduce men and dig their hearts out."

"There's always a way to get a ghost to work for you." Muke smiled gently at Mu Sicheng, "Don't you think so God Mu ?"

Mu Xiaoqian: "......"

Thanks, the vicariousness is great and it already feels like I'm seducing a man.