Underneath the beautiful exterior lies the insatiable desires of human beings, driven by the self-proclaimed higher animals, the top of the food chain, greedily demanding any value that can be used, and then using these values to grab greater benefits, and so on, until they can no longer squeeze out anything, and they will turn their attention elsewhere!

Wacker Snoder stood in the middle of Fox Plaza, the largest in the underwater city, watching the people hurrying past him, nervously rushing about to get a bite to eat. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Wacker took a deep breath, opened his arms and pointed to the sky, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Friend in a hurry, slow down your nerves, let freedom and ** fill your empty heart." He said this, but no one stopped, not even to look at him more. Even so, Wacker did not give up, because he wanted to prove to his teacher Murdoch Labrados that freedom and ** cannot be governed by politics, and that freedom and ** are like birds flying under the blue sky and should not be bound by cages.

"When you come home and lie in bed after a tiring day every night, have you ever thought about such a thing? Why do you have to work so hard every day, even then, at the end of the month, you get a meager salary that it is difficult to feed your family. And those nobles who have nothing to do all day long, but they can wear gold and silver, and enjoy the glory and wealth. Where does their wealth come from? And how can the wealth you have worked so hard to create end up being a wedge that you can't even afford bread?"

Wacker waved his arms passionately, and as he had spoken, some of them finally stopped, staring at the inexplicable man with somewhat dull eyes, gradually attracted by what he had said. More and more people stopped, gathered around, and listened quietly to the speech of the man who suddenly appeared. Behind him, the display screen of the plaza building is showing the construction proposal of another investment project in the underwater city.

"You can do the math yourself, oh, what do you do?" asked Wacker kindly pulling a slightly chubby man in gray overalls, the man was wearing glasses, because he hadn't slept well for a long time, his eyes were very big, and his eyes didn't seem to be open yet, and his face was numb, until Wacker asked several times before he realized what was going on, "What, oh, you're a worker, what do you do? Okay, a small screw, seemingly simple, but it forms an indispensable part of a building. Well, let's take this gentleman as an example. ”

Wakra stood with the slightly chubby man standing with him, completely unconcerned about the black oil stains on the man's clothes. The chubby man had never been treated so closely by a man in a suit and leather shoes, and when he first saw this man, he would have thought that he was an upper-class or at least an office worker working in a skyscraper, and that he was not in the same world as the people who spent the whole day in the workshop dealing with cold steel. In particular, this strange man actually took his hand and wanted to give himself an example in full view. It was the first time that the chubby man became the focus of everyone, so he straightened his chest and looked more energetic.

"Excuse me, how many screws can you machine in a day?"

"Uh, uh, about a thousand!" Speaking in front of so many people for the first time, the chubby man showed some timidity and shyness.

"Wow, you're able to machine so many screws, you're an amazing worker!"

"You've won the prize," hearing the strange man praise himself, the slightly chubby worker was a little shy, and scratched his head embarrassedly, "I'm not the best yet, our patriarch Chuck can process two thousand a day!"

"No, don't belittle yourself," Wacker said solemnly, patting the worker on the shoulder, pointing to a building across the square in front of them, "Can you imagine? Maybe in that building, there are the screws you machined, and the skyscraper behind us," Wakra took the worker's hand, pointed behind him, looked at the worker with a little incredulous gaze, and said: "Perhaps, in the bracket of the most magnificent building of the goddess Europa in this underwater city, there are screws that you made yourself!"

Wacker's words were like a bombshell – for the workers, they exploded in their minds. No one had ever said such a thing to him, and he himself had never dared to think of it himself. "Can you imagine? It's entirely possible! Even if your screws don't make up this building, they make up the other buildings of the underwater city. It can be said that this underwater city was built by the work of workers like you. ”

Wacker looked at the stunned workers who could not say a word, but could only look at the workers in a daze at the Goddess Europa Building, and continued: "And you, all of you here," Wacker looked at the more and more people gathered over, "and the work of each and every one of you has contributed to the construction of this city." Excuse me, gentleman, do you know the price of a normal screw?" asked Wacker, holding another man.

"I haven't bought it, so it's probably only a few cents, right?" the man replied uncertainly.

"Okay, then please do me a favor, you calculate that this worker ** brother processes a thousand screws a day, so can you calculate the value of his thousand screws?"

The man's eyes lit up and he helped his frame. He originally looked at the crowds here, thinking that he was doing some kind of preferential promotion, so he came up to join in the fun, and if there was a cheap shampoo, he would buy it back and try it for his picky mother-in-law. Who knows, when I squeezed my head and came in, I saw that it was a stranger talking some nonsense that I didn't understand. Just as he was about to leave, he was dragged by him and asked questions, so annoying, he was about to be late for work! However, when he heard this person ask this simple calculation that even his mischievous son could calculate, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his numb brain.

He looked at the stranger in amazement and quickly figured out the answer to the question, for this was his job - accounting. "Uh, half a Golden Snake Coin!" he replied in shock, not because of the answer itself, but at the earth-shattering conspiracy behind it. He already had a rough idea of what the next question the strange man was going to ask behind, so he blurted out, "Twenty-five gold snake coins a month!"

This figure instantly caused a sensation among the crowd, and people questioned how it was possible for an inferior worker to earn so much money in a month, which was completely unreasonable. Even the chubby worker himself was shocked, he took his attention away from the imagination that Wacker had just proposed, waved his hand again and again, and said: "No, no, no, he was wrong, I only have five gold snake coins a month, this is fixed, only five, only five!"

"So, where did the other twenty go?"

Without hesitation, WACKER dropped the last bomb, and just as WACKER had expected, the crowd once again fell into a frenzy of discussion. People are starting to calculate the value of their work, and then they are constantly asking themselves where the extra value goes, and when they can't find the answer, they once again turn their attention to WACKER.

Wacker put his arm around the shoulders of the still panicked worker, took the hand of the accounting man, and said: "Just like this worker, he can create the value of twenty-five gold snake coins a month, but he can only get five gold snake coins, so where do the remaining twenty gold snake coins go? The answer is very simple, all of them go into the pockets of the nobles!"

"That's right, he's right!" the accountant man lifted his eyes and roared excitedly. He suddenly felt that it was really a pleasure to speak loudly, before this he had been cautious, never spoke loudly in front of the boss, and when he returned home, he had to be suppressed by his wife, and now he felt too happy.

"Most of the value you have worked so hard to create has been quietly taken away by the nobles, who do not have to work, and use your hard-earned money to spend their money on lavish banquets, live in luxurious palaces, and eat delicious food in the world. As a value creator, you are still worried about the bread and milk every day, and you live in a dirty and messy house waiting to be demolished. Do you think that's fair?" Wacker exclaimed.

"It's not fair, it's not fair at all!" The chubby worker only then understood the purpose of Wacker's question, and he threw his work hat on the ground on the smooth marble floor of the underwater city of Europa's Goddess Square, "It's not fair, why do they eat and drink spicy food, no, I have to find my boss to get the money back!"

"Don't get excited, sir, sir, you must know that your strength alone cannot compete with the nobles. ”

"What then?" the chubby worker looked at Wacker in confusion.

The accountant man lifted the frame of the glass, and suddenly said: "Unite, as long as we are united, after all, there are many more of us than those noble dogs!" The accountant man was excited at the thought of one day being able to step on his boss under his feet and let him shine his shoes, "Everyone listen to me, as long as we are united, we can compete with the boss who exploits us!"