Chapter 388: How to own five buildings

370,000 psf, When this transaction price out of the moment, some people in the sales office stood frozen in place motionless, while others are crazy like rushing forward:

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

"Buy quickly! If you don't buy it next time it will go up to 400,000 a square foot, then you really can't afford it!"

"Sales floor! We need a big 25 sq. ft. apartment over here!"

"Same over here! Any more suites on the 17th floor?"

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

Xiao Dong covers his stomach and smiles, looks pale, sweats profusely and leads other guests to see the properties, people line up, hold up loan contracts, crowd each other, afraid that if they are slow, they won't be able to buy a house, they are red in the face and shouting with their hearts torn out:

"I want a loan for two Sunshine Nurseries!"

"I want a loan of five!"

Someone stared blankly at all this, murmured something about how I couldn't really afford it and how I didn't want to loan my kids, and then suddenly turned and ran out of the room.

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

The others merely glanced at it, and withdrew their eyes in wonder:

"Someone jumped again, huh?"

"Normal, every time a new property opens with a price hike, there are young people with bad mental health who jump off the building."

The patrol methodically and skillfully collected the body and carried it away to the two men in white coats who were waiting there to collect it, saying:

"See if these two people have loans on them, if they do, send them to a private hospital and auction off the organs, bones, and corneas to cover the loans, as the bodies are still fresh and can be sold for more money."

The body collectors nodded, and the patrol looked at the bodies and snorted in contempt, and one even went up and kicked one of the corpses in the foot and spat on it:

"Think you don't have to pay the loan if you're dead? What a beautiful thought!"

"I also don't know how many dollars this corpse can be sold for, if this goods loan is too much, the auction of the corpse against the uneven, then in the end it's still our big boss C Dong who loses money."

"Really heartless, the big boss kindly advanced the money for you to spend, and you want to die without paying it back, what a shameless dead rascal dog!"

There was a huge crowd of people around them, as if it was a harmonious scene, but Shi Qian and Yuan Guang, who were in the middle of it, looked in a trance at the talking patrols and listened to the sound of the house transactions that were going on around them, and they felt cold, as if they had come to the 18th floor of hell.

Everywhere there are chaotic evil spirits who don't treat others as human beings, who don't treat themselves as human beings, and everywhere there are agonizing living people who are being chastised by torture and don't know anything about it.

Yuan Guang and Shi Qian slowly turned their heads to look at Dong C, who was sitting on the bleachers and was glowing with a red face as he raised his glass of red wine with the person next to him to celebrate the big sale of his new property, and flipped his hand over, illuminating a dangerous silver glow.

[System Alert: Player Yuan Guang is using his personal skill weapon (Craftsman's Knife)]

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

Section E Cemetery.

Eight twenty, the sky has been completely dark, 444 Road into the cemetery directly across the cemetery dark and gloomy, an old two-open hollow carved iron gate in the shadow stands a lot of straight oval tombstones, you can vaguely see the tombstones on the person's last photo.

Aside from the weeds in the cemetery, the only other creatures to be seen were one or two crows, fluttering down to stop at the headstones and caw hoarsely twice.

Next to the iron door was a half-covered, decrepit security room, the door swinging diagonally and containing only a stool that had collected dust, so it was obvious that no one had been here in a long time.

Tang Er hit a complicated look, "That old man said that the cemetery over here in Area E was once coaxed as a supporting facility for the Area E residences back in the day, but now there aren't even any people to maintain it."

"Because people in Sunshine City have money to buy houses, how can they afford to buy a tomb?" Mu Sicheng is also quite saddened, "I feel that this tomb is just a decoration, except for the rich, who will come to buy this thing?"

Bai Liu smiled, "That's not necessarily true."

Liu Jiayi looked around and spoke coldly, "These cemetery rooms shouldn't be sold to the living, they're sold to the dead."

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

Mu Ke wasn't too surprised and nodded calmly, "Based on Bai Liu's previous and analysis, and what that old grandpa said to us, we can make a simple speculation that the realtors in Sunnybrook built everything for profit, for money, or a currency that can be exchanged for human productivity."

"Land is the means of production that they hold firmly in their hands, and this means of production, in the context of a private monopoly, has been transformed, through all the manipulations and regulations of real estate agents, into an object that can be exchanged for productivity at an unlimited upward premium."

Mu Sicheng was a bit dizzy: "What?"

"At this point in time, human productivity is constantly being demoted in the process of replacement through monetary equivalence." Mu Ke looked to Mu Sicheng, "In simple terms, it is through monopolizing the means of production for the rest of the people to in-roll, and through the process of in-rolling and competing to continually devalue your productivity, while at the same time surviving the intensified conflicts to transfer to the people below you to make you hate those who are in competition with you, and conversely make you thankful that he is willing to slip that little bit of currency out of his fingers for you to compete for it."

"But it's come to the point where it's pointless to fight over currency, which is just a transit channel they use to exchange for productivity, and as long as they keep the means of production at an infinite upward premium, 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 is willing to take land to build cemeteries, that can only mean one thing, and that's that after building a cemetery, a great deal of productivity can also be exchanged through [cemeteries] as a means of production."

After Mu Ke finished his speech, he saw that Mu Sicheng still had a cloudy expression, and after a slight beat, he said euphemistically, "When you went to college, did you skip some of the basic required courses?"

Like Civics Marxism or something like that.

Mu Sicheng, who understood the subtext of Mu Ke's taunt, was a bit annoyed, so he turned to Bai Liu, who was observing the entrance of the cemetery, and pointed at Mu Ke, "Bai Liu, Mu Ke, he doesn't speak human language!"

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

Mu Sicheng sent out a cry of anger from the scum of the earth.

Bai Liu half squatted on the ground with his back to Mu Sicheng and lowered his head as if observing the densely packed footprints on the ground, and did not return his head, speaking in a light tone:

"Don't you think ghosts are a better source of cheap labor than people?"

"If a person works six days a week, nine hours a day, that's only 54 hours of work, and taking out the time spent inside eating and going to the bathroom, that rounds up to almost 50 hours."

"But ghosts don't have to eat, they don't have to sleep, they only need three to five square feet to house a family, they can function 24 hours a day without a break, and a ghost can work up to 168 hours a week."

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

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

Bai Liu looked back at Mu Sicheng with a calm gaze: "--Sunshine City here moves in a large number of people to stimulate population growth, but at the same time it doesn't care about the death rate at all, insanely increases housing prices, prices, and doesn't care about any collective events, such as famine, pestilence, and collective suicides, and it doesn't even consider whether people can survive here or not. will not consider whether people can survive here or not, and will even invisibly encourage suicide and euthanasia, eliminating a large number of poor people at the bottom under the pretext of survival of the fittest, isn't this in part to turn people into ghosts, and to convert one person into 3.4 productivity units?"

"In other words, maybe the living don't matter at all to the realtors, it's the dead that matter, the much cheaper and better ghosts, these laborers who don't see the light of day under the Sunnyside ground."

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

"No." This conception was a bit too horrifying, Mu Sicheng crossed his hands and tried to retort with a stony face, "This is too tragic, I'm dead and turned into a ghost, why would I want to work for them! These people, not ghosts why don't they run away?"

Bai Liu patted the ash on his sleeve and walked to Mu Sicheng's face without any hesitation, "Have you seen 'Sinister Soul'?"

Mu Sicheng didn't expect the topic to suddenly jump to this and was confused for a moment, but answered honestly, "I've seen it."

"You do think she enjoys working for her grandma, don't you?" Bai Liu inquired calmly.

Mu Sicheng: "......"

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

Mu Sicheng frowned and pressed, "Does the reason these people are trapped have anything to do with the tomb?"

Bai Liu nodded, "So I agree with Liu Jiayi that these tombs were most likely not repaired for the living to buy, but for the dead."

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

Bai Liu squinted at Mu Sicheng: "If you don't get paid to work, will you fight?"

Mu Sicheng : "...... does not fight."

"No, I always feel something strange," Mu Sicheng stroked his chin and fell into deep thought, "If I were a ghost, ah, I'm trapped in Sunshine City and can't run away, but even if someone offered me a paycheck, I wouldn't work part-time anyway."

Mu Sicheng glanced at the graves in the cemetery with slight disgust, "...... Not to mention working hard to use it to buy this eighteen levels of hell type of cemetery."

"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 realtor used some method to trap me here, I've been working and fighting for my whole fucking life, I've beaten myself into a ghost, in this case ......" Mu Sicheng clenched his fists forcefully, "It's impossible to work part-time! It's impossible to work part-time in your next life!"

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

Mako Sin: "......"

Mu Xiaoqian was shady twice in a row, and bravely shook his fist at Bai Liu, who exploited him like a tree demon grandma, and became furious: "Shit! I'm dead! What can they do to me! It's not possible for me to go out and seduce men for them to eat, right?"

"Of course not." Bai Liu looked at the gates of the cemetery and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "What kind of situation would make someone dead willing to work like crazy just to buy the cemetery and then hunker down in his own cemetery that's only 2 square meters wide?"

Liu Jiayi coldly voiced, "Could it be that just like the case of the living, these dead people also have to pay for the use of the land. That's why they find ways to hide in apartments or cemeteries?"

"But there's nothing you can do to me if I don't pay the land use fee, is there?" Mu Sicheng was very honorable, hugging his chest and shaking his legs, "But I'm dead!"

Bai Liu slowly turned his head and smiled, "That's not necessarily true, living people who don't pay for land use just get killed, while dead ghosts because they can't die again, that the kinds of things that can be tortured go up quite a bit instead."

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

Mu Ke added helpfully from the side without moving, "Nie Xiaoqian didn't want to work for grandma either, did she, but grandma is a tree demon, and can torment ghosts, as well as stick her roots into the necks and bodies of the little demons, shaking the roots in their carcasses and sucking out their blood, tormenting them to the point where they are in so much pain that they are forced to work for grandma, and go out and seduce men to dig their hearts out. "

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

Mako Sin: "......"

Thanks, the substitution is great, already feel like I'm seducing a man.