Song urged, "Little Li, don't act out. Filling your stomach is what matters."
Li Deng clenched his fists, burning with frustration.
He was a university student with a promising future—now stuck here rotting for life?
Working long hours daily for two meals of unidentifiable mush?
He stared at the black paste in the lunchbox, unable to swallow.
He asked Song quietly, "Uncle Song, your assets were taken—aren't you angry?"
Song was startled, quickly shushed him, then smiled resignedly.
"As long as we live, what's there to hate? I'm luckier than many."
Seeing Song's numb expression, Li Deng looked around at the others.
They all had the same dull faces, greasy skin, blank expressions, lifeless eyes.
Like walking corpses.
Li Deng suddenly felt a chill—they were alive, yet somehow more terrifying than zombies!
Who would have thought that not long ago, they had various jobs, distinct personalities, and hopes for the future.
Now, they seemed devoid of thought.
To fill their stomachs was their ultimate goal—like swine...
Suddenly, Song nudged Li Deng, "Supervisor Hu is coming."
A stout middle-aged man, hands behind his back, dressed in a suit, approached.
His face was puffy with small fierce eyes shining cunningly.
Workers lowered their heads quickly, afraid of drawing his attention.
This was Hu Weimin, workshop supervisor, holding life-and-death power over them!
He acted like the overlord of his domain, wearing a smug smile.
Before the apocalypse, he was a small earthwork contractor, not very big but mingling easily with government officials.
His wife had been a Qin Family housekeeper — the kind admitted to the mansion!
Even had some distant relations to the Qin Family.
With this, Hu Weimin could barely claim to be Qin Family affiliated.
After the apocalypse, Hu Weimin transformed into the B2 workshop supervisor of the Third Military Factory, ruling over 2,000 workers like slaves.
He toyed with them as he pleased.
Some workers' wives with decent looks were coerced into his bed.
Some stubborn ones were pushed to death.
Just yesterday, seven workers died suddenly...
A typical scumbag!
Seeing Li Deng and the lunchbox on the machine, his small eyes gleamed coldly.
"Little Li, not happy with the food?"
Li Deng was a thorn in his side.
He was already scheming how to deal with him!
Song hurried to smooth things over, "No, no, I was just talking to Little Li; he didn't get to eat yet."
Hu Weimin looked at Li Deng's stubborn silence and sneered.
You still think you're that promising student?
He liked stubborn ones—breaking their backs gave him satisfaction.
That was why he hadn't let Li Deng die suddenly yet!
Thinking this, Hu Weimin felt a bit pleased—he loved this era!
Before, as a small boss, he had dozens of workers.
But he never dared be so harsh.
At most, he scolded workers; hitting was impossible—they knew laws and would sue!
Though he had Qin Family ties, they wouldn't bother protecting him over trivial things.
Now was different.
He had life-and-death power.
Anyone who displeased him could be killed.
No one resisted or cared.
Soon new workers would replace the old—countless people outside were eager for these jobs.
Here, he was the overlord!
Hu Weimin stared coldly at Li Deng, "Alright, but you dirtied the machine. Today's merit points are all deducted!"
Li Deng's anger flared.
The machines were already greasy—how did he dirty them?
Hu Weimin was clearly setting him up!
He was about to argue when Song pulled him back, telling him to calm down.
He had nothing now; how could he fight Hu Weimin?
Li Deng suppressed his fury, silent.
Hu Weimin snorted, satisfied, swaggering away.
Other workers watched silently, not daring to anger this big shot.
Li Deng trembled with rage, feeling like crying.
After all, he was just a sophomore, still a kid...
His parents' deaths were an unhealed pain, and all grievances surged within, making him want to weep.
But he held back tears.
He picked up the lunchbox and ate the sour, foul mush in big gulps.
Song was right.
At least he was still alive!
But he lived not just to live, but for a chance to fight back!
He would not rot here forever!
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