The Death Knell

"Yes, the charges are very reasonable. The environment here is very beautiful. My friends and I like it very much."

Deathstroke is still wearing his black and yellow armor, which is not a problem, because now that he is on the ground, he is regarded as a rich person by default. If he is rich, he can wear whatever he wants here.

There are no police in the city, only security forces from different companies. Naturally, there are no rules that hinder the freedom of wealthy people.

However, the adjutant was fully cracking the network of this era, and it would take some time to create the so-called universal electronic currency, so Su Mingcai and the receptionist were chatting and stalling.

"Hehe, thank you for your affirmation. When can I pay?"

After giving a professional fake smile, the receptionist probably got a commission from the picnic expenses. She was quite impatient, as are all qualified company dogs.

"This is our first time here, and we would like to know more about the picnic business in the green space of your company building." Su Ming poured water on the lime bag of the self-heating hot pot. When he saw that the water level reached the baseline, he stopped and covered it. Guy: "Maybe I will come here for a picnic again in the future. Can you become a member?"

The answer is....of course.

Water companies have always been membership-based in history. After customers open an account, they continuously add money to the account in exchange for services. Of course, their company also has a "green space service package in front of the door."

If you pre-recharge as much as you want, you can have as many picnics as you want every month, and there is no corkage fee for wine; if you recharge up to a certain amount, you can enjoy professional butler service; if you recharge up to one million points at a time, you will get free shuttle service.

As long as they are willing to spend money, they can serve people until they feel like they are in heaven.

Of course, if they have no money or want to default on their debts, they can also send people to hell.

The hell here is not about the afterlife, but the factories below the surface. Qualified businessmen will not kill people. They will send "contract slaves" to the production line to continuously extract value.

And murder? That is erasing the labor force, erasing future profits, and is a loss-making business.

Although the cost of a picnic for Deathstroke and the others is almost the same as the total wages of ordinary workers for several years, society is like this. If the value created by workers is not equal to the remuneration received, it is called exploitation.

A worker creates a value of '10' to a capitalist, and the capitalist can probably give him a 'currency' worth 0.1. This is how the game is played.

To be honest, Su Ming felt that even if the Flash came to the 25th century, he would not be able to save this Midtown. What this city needs is a clown...

"Sir, do you still want to be a member? Just make one."

The woman on the other side of the drone spoke again. She wanted to get the money quickly now, and there was a hint of coquettishness in her tone:

"I have obtained the authorization from the general manager. If you apply for the junior membership now, I can decide to reduce the fee of 10 credit points for you today. That is, you only need to pay the membership fee of 10,000 points, plus today's consumption of 1,100 points. That’s it. The discount reaches an astonishing 0.09%, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

No matter what other services members have, Su Ming feels it's worth it just for this joke.

It's an eye-opener. He has lived for so many years and done countless transactions. He has never seen such a low discount...

"Haha, you are such an interesting woman. I'll do it. Come and scan your face."

The adjutant has already registered an account for Deathstroke for this era, and obtained a large amount of electronic currency through network technology, so Deathstroke can naturally squander it.

The transaction was completed and the receptionist completed another order. She was also very happy.

The machine gun on the drone retracted immediately after the transfer was successful, and instead it took out a violin from the cabin.

First there was a festive melody, then congratulations to Mr. Slade for becoming a respected member user, then good wishes for everyone's future together, and finally he said goodbye very knowingly.

Of course, before the drone left, he did not forget to replay a previous advertisement to deepen the customer's impression.

In addition, she secretly asked for a favorable review through verbal hints.

"Ugh...is this the enterprise of this era?" The orangutan exhaled a puff of smoke, and he didn't know what to say: "Making money is to make them understand. They even charge for breathing fresh air. .”

"Don't worry about these details. We are not here to live. You don't need to worry about these things. You only need to think about the reverse lightning."

Picking up the beer in his hand, Su Ming looked at the small holes in the lids of the self-heating pots that continuously spurted out hot air, and explained to the orangutan with a smile:

"Actually, you can't blame the water company, because all the animals and plants in nature were extinct in the 23rd century. The flowers, plants and trees we see now were all created by scientists based on genetic technology. A company wants to If you build green space, you have to pay royalties to other companies for every blade of grass."

After knowing this, if you take a breath again, does it feel different?

"Hiss, when you say it, I feel like the air smells like money."

After hearing this, Bobo took a deep breath. Is the environment on a certain future timeline so terrifying? !

But what can he do with an orangutan?

Besides, when you follow Deathstroke, you never have to pay a penny, you just have to eat and drink along, so...hehe! When is hot pot good?

Superboy was very calm and didn't worry about it at all, but Jesse was a little bit agitated. She said:

"I want to see everywhere. This middle city is completely different from what I know..."

"Stop running around, come on, let's eat the shrimp sliders first."

Deathstroke lifted the lid of the hot pot, pushed the pot towards her, and gave her a plastic spoon:

"The technology of this era can observe the movements of speedsters, and some companies have corresponding capture equipment. If you don't have money, you will suffer. Because the roads in the city are contracted by major companies, so as long as you step on them, You have to pay a lot of various fees, mainly tolls.”

"Actually, you can go and see it without asking Deathstroke for permission."

The evil-minded witch is very proficient in using chopsticks. She often eats Chinese takeout, and while picking up yuba in red oil, she encourages the girl:

"You can charge an astronomical amount of tolls in one second, and if we can't pay it, we will have conflicts with the consortium. The result is that Superboy-Prime will destroy the earth with one punch, completely freeing these miserable people. "

"Death Knell can do the same thing, maybe more easily than me." Superboy put food in his mouth with a sunny smile: "But, I kind of like it here now, the locals here really respect it Rich people, and we are rich people now.”