Global Cataclysm: Start building a floating island

The dome of the main hall is inlaid with a large number of lamps made of crystal stones, which are as bright as stars.

The surrounding walls made of white crystal stones reflect the light golden light, making the entire main hall look more high-end.

Various snacks were placed on the tables in the side halls on both sides.

Some exquisitely shaped containers hold carefully prepared dishes.

The people who come here are basically residents of Area A, and they are even more elegant in their clothes and have extraordinary temperament.

Lin Ye walked in the splendid hall holding the tray, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

Although there is a certain gap in living standards between people in Area C and Area B, there is actually no difference in the cost of food and clothing.

Especially the food is ordinary compressed biscuits and drinking water, but the portions are different.

However, Area A is completely different.

Compressed biscuits mixed with various additives, no matter how delicious they are, are not as good as real poultry, meat and vegetables.

If the residents of Areas C and B could see the situation here, they would probably go crazy.

Isn’t this the end of the world?

After walking around for a while, Lin Ye found a slightly hidden location and observed the surrounding situation.

Not long after watching, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

He was immediately startled, clenched the tray tightly and subconsciously wanted to fight back.

But when he saw a waiter standing next to him, the strength accumulated in his hands gradually relaxed.

"Hey, what a coincidence, you're just here to be lazy?" the waiter said teasingly, leaning against the wall.

Lin Ye ignored him and turned back to stare at the crowd in the hall.

Seeing that there was no response, the waiter was not annoyed. He took off his mask, took out the food hidden in his clothes, and started to eat happily.

"What are you..." Ba Zizui's voice caught Lin Ye's attention.

This waiter looks young, and the childish look on his face has not faded away.

The waiter swallowed the food in his mouth and responded in a low voice:

"I haven't eaten for a day. This is not enough to fill my stomach. There is so much food on the table that these people can't finish it. It's not an exaggeration for me to help them out!"

After eating, the guy pulled up the curtain on one side, wiped his greasy hands carefully, and looked at Lin Ye:

"My name is Hope, hey, where are you from?"

"Area B"

"Nonsense, waiters like us are not all from District B. Let me ask you which street in District B!"

"have no idea……"

"It's so boring!" Hope gave him a disgusted look, but he didn't stop talking:

“I heard that President Samson was going to hold a banquet, and I immediately came over to sign up as a waiter.

It's hard to get a spot. There are hundreds of people on our street!

I’m the only one shortlisted, so I’m lucky!”

After hearing these words, Lin Ye finally became interested. He leaned against the wall and asked curiously:

"Why do you want to come here so much?"

"For what?" Hope's tone was a bit incredulous, and his eyes changed when he looked at Lin Ye, as if he was looking at a weirdo.

"Of course it's for money. If you work here for one day, your salary is more than in District B for a month.

If you can get rewards from these big shots, your pocket money will be enough for this year!

Moreover, you can also eat so many good things!”

As he said that, he pointed to the corner of the side hall opposite, where several waiters were also eating secretly, their mouths full, but the movements of their hands did not stop.

“People here live in mansions, wash their hands with century-old wine, only eat the first cut of a carefully grilled steak, and don’t wear a set of clothes three times.

This is Area A, this is the life of the rich!"

Hope stretched out his hands and looked at the shining dome of the hall, with endless yearning on his face.

Lin Ye looked at the young man in front of him and said seriously: "Perhaps, the Lord of the Temple does not advocate such a lifestyle."

"Lord of the temple?" Hope's tone was full of disdain, "Come on, it's impossible for his old man to know these things. He will just huddle in the domed ancestral temple and read those useless ancient books all day long!"

Lin Ye felt that he was offended, but he could only resist the urge to hit someone and stood quietly aside.

Because according to the inherited memories, he found that the successive masters of the temple did not care much about the suffering of their people.

They are immersed in their own world and have been studying the books of the sages, trying to understand the mystery of ascension.

But judging from the results, this closed-door approach caused the prosperous dynasty in the past to overturn in a short period of time, and it was never possible to restore its former glory.

Just when Lin Ye was sighing with emotion, today's protagonist appeared.

The crowd in the hall burst into cheers, and then, Samson, dressed in white, slowly walked out of the passage at the back.

Behind him were a group of scantily clad, young and beautiful Ayr women, who were really enviable.

But this guy didn't look very happy, with a gloomy look on his face.

At this time, Hope jumped excitedly: "Man, here's my chance to get rich overnight!"

He put on the mask again, then took the filled wine bottle from Lin Ye's hand, put it on his tray, and walked all the way to Samson's side.

"Good guy, he's quite good at getting things done!" Lin Ye glanced at the empty tray and complained silently.

Samson picked up the wine bottle and chatted with the people in the study room in the hall for a moment, then walked up to everyone and coughed lightly.

Everyone noticed the strange aura, fell silent, and turned to look at the host hosting the banquet.

"Everyone must have heard about the Lord of the Temple!

The purpose of my hosting this banquet is to celebrate that the temple has finally welcomed a new leader after many years!"

Samson raised the wine bottle in his hand high, and was about to toast to celebrate with everyone, when a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd:

"The succession declaration is very impressive, but why should we believe an alien?"

The people around him were stunned for a moment, obviously not reacting.

However, some people nodded frequently and agreed.

Samson did not blame the speaker, but turned the wine bottle and sighed:

"This is the choice of the former Chief Elder Erwin, and it is also the choice of the Temple Ancestral Temple. We cannot interfere!"

Before he finished speaking, many dissatisfied voices rang out from the crowd:

"This is too unfair. If an alien can become the master of the temple, why can't Mr. Samson?"

"I think so too. Mr. Samson is in charge of the Ibrahim Chamber of Commerce and works so hard every day in order to make the temple develop better. But in the middle of the process, some alien suddenly intervened and directly robbed the temple.

When you talk about the position of the Lord, is this unreasonable?"

"The Temple Elders did this on purpose. I think that group of people are afraid that Mr. Samson will pose a threat to them after he becomes the leader!"

"Those hypocritical elders also said that only qualified people can accept the inheritance, but so many people have died over the years without success. There is definitely something fishy in it!"