Annihilation of the solar system

He Zhengping returned to the computer, put the piece of paper aside, and played the game for a few more minutes. Finally, he reluctantly turned off the game because he had experienced days without basic lighting for several days. He was preparing.

When he turned off the computer, the piece of paper put aside caught his attention again.

He picked up the piece of paper and rubbed it for a while, then entered the domain name into the address bar of the browser. The browser loaded a web page called "World Federation of Workers".

The page is accompanied by many hot photos. Although the content of those glamorous photos is far from the actual production scenes, they look very comfortable. The content promoted by the text on the page is roughly "love work, work hard, and unite."

Friendship, hard work, equality and fairness" slogans. Among them, a line of red characters is particularly conspicuous: "Inspire work efficiency and ensure fair rights."

This made He Zhengping sneer. He sneered and was about to close the page. At this time, a line of words and a button at the bottom of the page caught his attention.

"Everyone who works hard for the future of the earth deserves equal treatment!"

There are two buttons below this sentence.

"Join a Union" and "Trial Rights"

He Zhengping hesitated for a moment, then clicked the "Trial Rights" button. After filling in some non-private information, a dialog box popped up on the screen:

"The trial power allocated exclusively for you has been deposited into your account. I wish you a happy work and life!"

He Zhengping was stunned for a moment, and then snorted coldly. He didn't fill in any personal information. How did the other party know his meter account? They were probably scammers. But then he thought about it, in this era where currency has been abolished,

What else can a liar do?

So he came to the electric meter at the door with a curious attitude. The remaining current on the display suddenly showed a two-digit amount of electricity, which shocked him. He immediately remembered the omnipotent "

"Internet Ghost".

He Zhengping, who is timid by nature, quickly returned to the computer, closed the web page, crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it aside. Having been arrested by the National Security Bureau, he was very afraid of the thunderous methods of the state machine.

, and also more afraid of such things that violate the law.

He fell asleep deeply in anxiety and panic. On the way to the factory the next day, he kept thinking about the relationship between this "World Federation of Workers" and the "Internet Ghost" he had seen.

Although their abilities are similar, shouldn't the "Network Ghost" have been eliminated by the National Security Agency a few years ago? And the "United Workers of the World" in front of us is more like a person under the sun in terms of propaganda spirit.

group rather than a ghost.

For several days, He Zhengping absentmindedly repeated the monotonous and reciprocating work of inserting the central axis into several parts. Several times, his lack of concentration affected the work of the workers below the assembly line.

"Xiao He, why have you been so listless these days?" asked an older worker at the workstation below him.

He Zhengping hesitated for a while, and finally asked anxiously:

"Master Zhao, let me ask you something. Has anyone inserted a small piece of paper into the crack of your door recently?"

Master Zhao smiled evilly and said leisurely:

"You young people, you'd better get a girlfriend. How can you get any small pieces of paper these days?"

He Zhengping didn't quite understand what Master Zhao meant, but he could tell that at least he had not received the kind of paper he had received a few days ago.

At dawn, He Zhengping dragged his tired body and carried a lunch box to the canteen to serve food. When he walked out of the factory with a full lunch box, a young worker from the same workshop came up to him. He Zhengping knew him.

Although the relationship is not close, they are still considered among the few acquaintances. He said mysteriously:

"Brother Zhengping, I thought I heard you talking about the small piece of paper in the middle of the night?"

He Zhengping increased his vigilance:

"What little piece of paper?"

The co-worker looked around, leaned into his ear and whispered:

"I tried the small white piece of paper stuffed under the door, and it really works! You see, I don't even have to eat in the cafeteria anymore. They really provide a very rich ration."

The young coworker shook the empty lunch box.

"I feel that this is a very formal group with many benefits, and it is specifically designed to benefit us lower-level workers."

Although He Zhengping only had a faint smile on his face, he said:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Then he walked away. But his heart was shocked. When he returned home, he took a look at the power balance on the meter at the door, and the extra balance was still there.

He threw down his lunch box, rummaged under the computer desk, and finally found the small piece of paper that he had crumpled into a ball. He opened the website called "World Federation of Workers" again. The content of the page was the same as last time.

Opening it was similar. He slid to the bottom of the webpage, and now there was only a "Join the Union" button.

After clicking, an invitation code dialog box popped up. He Zhengping entered the string of numbers and letters against the wrinkled piece of paper, and a line of large characters immediately popped up on the screen.

"Comrade He Zhengping, welcome to join the World Federation of Workers!"

He was surprised that he had not filled in his personal information. Then another dialog box popped up on the computer that attracted his attention. The window displayed several food quota codes and distribution points for receiving supplies. In this dialog box

At the end there is a line of red words:

"Without the permission of the trade union, you are not allowed to disclose trade union information or establish contact with other members of the trade union privately."

He first checked the electricity meter at the door. The balance of electricity had increased a lot. It was enough for him to use at will until the end of the month. His excitement gradually made him forget his fear.

He turned on the light and played the game comfortably for a while. Suddenly he felt unbearably hungry. Then he remembered that he had not eaten the food he had brought back. When he opened the lunch box, the food inside was already cold.

He Zhengping remembered that when he entered the invitation code to register as a trade union member, there was a batch of food rations. One of the ration stations was not far from where he lived, so he took the ration code and went to the ration station.

When he anxiously told the staff the allocation code, he was already prepared to be rejected. Unexpectedly, the staff checked the code in the system and quickly took out the same supplies as those displayed on the computer.

"Two pounds of ribs, one pound of vegetables, 5 kilograms of rice, and even a bar of soap."

Overjoyed, he returned home with these luxurious food rations, his worries and doubts swept away.

In the following days, He Zhengping's life became much easier, at least he no longer had to worry about daily necessities and electricity bills. At the end of the day, he walked out of the workshop and prepared to leave the factory directly, because he no longer needed to line up in the canteen for food.

But in the long queue in the cafeteria, he saw the young worker who had come to ask him about the "little piece of paper" before. He was standing in the queue with a sullen expression and a lunch box.

Seeing this scene, He Zhengping couldn't help but feel numb. It was obvious that he no longer enjoyed the extra ration from the union. This was most likely because he violated that provision.

"Without the permission of the trade union, you are not allowed to disclose trade union information or establish contact with other members of the trade union privately."

This rule itself did not scare him. What really made him feel chills down his back was that the "union" seemed to be monitoring them all the time.

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