Chapter 499: Labor Income

"This job is not tiring at all, but I feel so weak."

"I think you eat too well! Your body is so cheap. If you don't suffer a little, you won't know what a good life is."

"Haha, that's true. It's not without reason. I feel uncomfortable when I'm idle."

Two men in red work clothes were talking about their feelings about working in the factory. They walked along the passage surrounded by the wall and followed the broadcast and the soldiers' instructions to enter a building.

"You have specific information on your cuffs. Find a classroom according to the information and go to class."

Class? Go to class again? This group of people really likes people to stay in the room to study.

Listening to the sound of the broadcast, Sam looked at his cuffs. There was indeed a string of numbers on it, and there were letters in front of the numbers, which made the numbers symbolize different meanings.

Twenty seats in the fifteenth classroom on the thirty-seventh floor.

Sam spent some time looking for the elevator. He began to understand why only those who passed the common sense knowledge test could become workers. There was nothing except various signs along the way. He found this place purely by learning and memorizing the signs.

So what will happen to those who are not found?

Sam was a little curious. After all, passing the exam is one thing, but whether you can remember the knowledge after the exam is another.

But soon his doubts were solved. There was a scream outside the door.

An armed servo skull floated in. This skull was equipped with a huge mechanical arm and a retractable injection device.

A lost unlucky guy struggled in the mechanical arm. He shouted that he just didn't understand the meaning for a while and didn't mean to wander around the building.

The servo skull didn't pay attention to these words. He just fulfilled his duties, sent the lost back to where they should go, and punished them by the way.

"Oh! Ah! Stop beating me, please!"

The lost man was thrown to the ground by the servo skull, and then he was fixed by the mechanical arm and punished. The solidity of the metal mechanical arm is not something that mortals can touch. The bones in the unlucky man's body were broken inch by inch. All kinds of teeth-grinding sounds reminded Sam of the time when he was surrounded and beaten by soldiers.

The telescopic needle of the servoskull was aimed at the unlucky guy's buttocks, and it was pierced mercilessly.

There was another wailing sound, but the injection allowed the groaning unlucky guy to stand up. He looked at the servoskull with fear, and quickly ran to an empty seat and sat down.

The servoskull finally went out, and the next person who pushed the door open was a sturdy old man in a red robe.

There were some traces of excessive wear on the corners of the red robe, and a gear was hung on the chest of the sturdy old man, with a skull carved in the middle.

Sam knew that these were the craftsmen on the original planet as soon as he saw their attire, and now they were called Mechanicus monks.

The sturdy old man's footsteps were heavy, and there was a muffled sound when he stepped on the ground. He took off his hood with his thick arms, took out a book from the box tied with iron chains and put it on the table.

"I'm too lazy to say more, you guys study hard."

The sturdy old man shouted in a muffled voice, and then explained to everyone on the screen how to use the button pull rod to drive the mechanical structure production when all the robotic arms of the factory stopped under special circumstances.

This made Sam a little confused, but the sturdy old man would not explain to everyone what special circumstances were. He just warned them to pay attention to the broadcast. If the broadcast sounded that the energy output rate was about to be adjusted to 80%, you should put down all the work at hand and run out of the factory with all your strength, otherwise you would be dead.

This class is called learning, but Sam felt more like a theoretical consolidation. He just repeated the work on the assembly line just now just to practice his hands in preparation for the future when the robotic arm stopped.

The course has everything from teaching the basic maintenance of the robotic arm to the details of the operation in the factory. When Sam heard that they might have to cooperate with the soldiers in the factory, he felt that his work clothes were getting hotter and hotter.

He just came here to make a living. Who would have thought that he would have to fight? Are they so short of soldiers now? Where are the Knights?

The course was just over after two hours, with a break and water time in between.

Servo Skull floated in after the bell rang, and he drove the crowd outside. The crowd shuttled through the facilities and buildings, and followed Servo Skull to a desolate open area.

This place was full of bunkers and trenches, and many soldiers were watching Sam and his party on the platform in the distance.

The well-maintained weapons gleamed coldly under the light, and the chariots like giant beasts were lined up neatly. Sam felt like cannon fodder entering the battlefield, and his throat tightened.

"You will hand over to us next! I will make you miss the leisure days just now!" A bald sergeant shouted fiercely, and the whip in his hand rang fiercely.

Everyone was taken away by the soldiers timidly, and then they were thrown into the hot military training. Four hours of high-intensity training made Sam miserable. He felt that all his muscles were groaning in pain, but the soldiers who trained them showed no signs of fatigue.

Are these guys monsters? How can they be so energetic?

"Move your ass quickly! I have many new recruits like you to train!"

The soldiers urged Sam, who was a big man, to get out of here quickly, and then they trotted along to train a new team of workers.

Sam's team was in neat order. Although their steps were still scattered, at least they could form a square, instead of the star-studded formation when they first arrived.

Their square walked with heavy and tired steps to a huge board with a map engraved on it. Judging from their location, they were already at the edge of this huge factory area.

From the industrial area to the school area and finally to the military training area, Sam realized that he had walked around such a large venue.

More servo skulls were floating at the door. Their eye sockets were equipped with special scanners to monitor the biological state of the human body to determine whether they had completed their work, study, and training seriously.

"Number:, this is what you get today." The mouth of the servo skull opened and closed, and a two-pound meat ticket was spit out from it.

Sam quickly took the meat ticket, and he imagined how much the two-pound meat ticket could bring him. Of course, a delicious dinner can be completed, and the remaining one and a half pounds of meat, maybe he can use it to exchange some needles and thread with others to repair his gray-white clothes with wide sleeves.