Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

Just after dawn, Commons got up early.

He subconsciously ran into the latrine, squatted for a long time, and then remembered with embarrassment that he had recently become obsessed with the Holy Communion.

The biggest disadvantage of eating communion is that you can no longer shit with pay.

Fortunately, it also saves the time of squatting in the morning.

Unaccustomed to it, Commons put on his pants, pedaled his bicycle, and left the house.

Taking advantage of the bright sky, Commons rushed to the gate of the factory.

At this time, the outside of the factory was already in full swing, and both sides of the road were crowded with breakfast stalls.

The only difference is that there are not many people queuing up next to the dining car that should be queuing up today.

Countless workers rushed to the factory in groups of three and four.

"Mushroom pancakes from the dwarves!"

"Freshly squeezed soy milk."

“Authentic Kevel Chop Suey…”

Shouts came from the stalls on both sides of the road, but most of the workers had never heard of the temptation of delicious food.

Even...with a bit of disdain.

However, they didn't have time to express their disdain, and they all walked very fast, as if they were robbing something.

Same goes for Commons.

He walked quickly towards the factory, and from a long distance, he saw a long queue in front of the factory gate.

However, this is not the ranks of their workers, this is the ranks of job seekers.

Under the envious eyes of the job seekers, Commons, who didn't feel the slightest bit of pride, was like a thorn in his back, not daring to look around, lowering his head and pushing his bicycle, and hurried into the factory.

After parking his bicycle, he hurried to the locker room.

On the way, he called out Starnet, and from Starnet, he ordered a piece of white bread with milk, honey and ham that nobles are entitled to enjoy, enjoying the last quiet before the stressful work.

After changing into work clothes, it was only half past five.

According to the usual rules, there is still half an hour to start work.

But Commons had already left the locker room and walked into the production floor.

At this time, his group of workers had basically arrived.

Not long after, the team leader Laman, who always likes to pinch points, also arrived ahead of schedule.

The team leader Laman is about 30 years old. Because of his social experience, he is good at flattering. After one year in the factory, he became the team leader. He is very envious of others.

With a big belly, he glanced at the team members who were already sitting at their workstations, waiting for work to start, and said, "Before work starts, let me ask, what do you eat for breakfast?"

"Wheat Bread with Somerfield Caviar!"

"I ate a hot dog!"

The team members agreed, with three points of sincere joy on their faces.

I have been poor all my life, and it is so easy to barely meet my food and clothing because of part-time jobs. No one thought that one day I would be able to wait for the [Holy Sacrament], which is simply unbelievable.

Praise the God of life, the God of Sea!

"Very well, it seems that everyone eats Holy Communion. If that's the case, then you don't have to pay to shit, right?" Team leader Raman showed a meaningful smile.

"Huh?" The team members looked at each other.

"Is there any problem?" The team leader Raman looked at the gods, and finally landed on Commons.

"Ah? No, no." Commons waved his hands again and again, and couldn't help but said, "Can't that pee?"

"Pee? Hmph, from today onwards, you can't even pee. Everyone should have seen the current economic situation. The factories outside are closing down everywhere. Look, how many people are forced to come out to sell breakfast, and the result? Someone Buy?"

Raman pointed to the outside of the factory with a domineering expression on his face.

"The only ones who can still work for you are your parents! Our production efficiency has fallen behind by several people. If it slows down, you will all have to leave. There are workers outside who want to come in."

Raman reprimanded.

The team members looked at each other, their faces turned pale, and they wanted to fight for some benefits for the bladder, but in the end no one dared to speak.

Just when the team members thought that the morning training was about to pass, unexpectedly, the team leader brought an even more unbearable piece of news.

"I'm announcing one more thing, starting today, the salary will be reduced by 30%!"

"What? Downgrade?"

The team members were dumbfounded, each one in disbelief.

In fact, there was already an uproar in the production workshop at this time, and apparently other groups also announced the news.

"Shut up! If you don't want to do it, get out, if you want to continue doing it, don't talk nonsense, get ready and start working right away."

Raman's harsh words immediately made all the team members shut their mouths in unison.

The emergence of [Sacrament] and [Star Costume] has had an impact on the economy far beyond anyone's imagination.

The severe damage to the food industry and the textile industry caused a large number of workers to be laid off overnight and had to compete with other workers for their jobs.

In order to grab jobs, they even voluntarily cut their salaries and demoted their posts.

Faced with the situation of oversupply, the major factory owners naturally cut their wages one after another.

Anyway, no matter how low the salary is, there are still people who will do it, so why not do it?

The most important thing is that the major factory owners are not having a good time.

The impacted food and textile industries, in order to reduce losses, have transformed into other industries, which naturally intensifies competition.

"Raman!"

When the hearts of the team members sank to the bottom, the team leader Raman was suddenly called out.

"Huh? Manager? Good morning, what's your order?"

Laman followed the sound, and his expression suddenly changed. He who was originally serious, greeted the person with a smile on his face.

"Clean up and go to the finance department to get your salary!" The factory manager said bluntly.

"Ah? Get...salary? Isn't this the middle of the month?" Laman asked hesitantly with a puzzled expression.

"Don't you understand what I mean? Team 26, starting today, will be led by Trollope. Let me introduce you. This is Trollope. He will be your team leader from now on."

After the factory manager introduced the new team leader to Commons and other team members, he left without looking back.

"Manager, don't go, I don't know what mistake I made? Can I change my career? You can deduct my salary and fine me to visit the gate. Don't drive me away... I have seniors and juniors..."

Laman chased after him, pleading, but what he got in return was a grudge attack from the manager, who knocked him to the ground.

"Get out, don't pester me! Security guard, get him out!"

The manager cursed and walked away.

Only Raman, who was in a state of despair, was picked up by the security guards and dragged out of the workshop.

At this time, sitting at their workstations, the team members who were originally full of resentment saw the embarrassing appearance of the team leader Raman who was domineering one moment, and was kicked out of the factory the next moment, and suddenly felt that the salary cut was not unacceptable.

These days, it would be nice to have a job.

Yes, it's not just the members of Commons who came up with this idea?

Countless low-level people who have no ability to resist risks, for a job, demotion and salary reduction are already routine operations, and many people even violate the moral bottom line.

Brutal competition has brought a vibrant society to the multiverse due to industrial development, and it has been hit hard overnight.

In very few places, riots even broke out.

This scene is very similar to the scene where the missionary area of ​​the God of Transformation encountered a financial crisis.

But the gods were completely helpless.

After all, this is fundamentally different from the financial crisis in the missionary area of ​​the God of Transformation.

The Internet currency reserves they store are simply useless.

After all, is it possible to send money directly to the people?

When the gods were at a loss, the god of the Internet acted.

——He actually gave money to the people!

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