Eighty-year-old Ivan Puxitin, who had only been in the position of captain of the security guard of the underwater city of Europa on Europa for a year, had just been in the position of this kind of thing, no wonder his gums were red and swollen, and his lips were foaming. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ivan came to the living room, and the reason why he didn't answer directly from the bed in the bedroom was because he saw the red alert for confidential communications on the roof of Noah, the host computer. Ivan washed his face with cold water and walked slowly to the study, thinking that there was anyone else in the world who could send him any confidential communication, which I had never done in my fifty years as a guard. Those high-ranking officers never look at themselves squarely, and when they think of letting themselves run errands, when they are done, they kick away and enjoy the benefits alone.

Ivan's lazy personality accompanied his police career. He sat on the chair in the study, and the traces left by the passion with the girl last night formed a complex pattern on the desk, and also exuded a faint sweep, smelling this smell, Ivan couldn't help but be a little excited. Ivan endured it, and it was a big deal to do it again later. He adjusted his breathing and answered the call from the host computer.

"Are you eating? I've called you countless times, but you didn't answer, you kid tell me if you were eating in the toilet or on that woman's plate?" As soon as the phone was connected, there was a stinking voice from his boss, Domingo Forbes, chairman of the Safety Management and Supervision Committee, "I'm telling you that if you can't control today's events, all the responsibility will be borne by you? I really don't understand what you are doing with you, at the critical moment, do you all go to eat?" Hurry up and get me up from the woman's belly, and you can get to the Goddess Square within five minutes, hurry!"

Ivan sat five meters away from the earpiece, sipping his tea, letting his boss scream and curse from there, he was used to it. This has been going on since five years ago. At the time, he remembered that he was still on Europa, and that the Commander had a press conference and that he had entered the City of Diamonds as a security guard. At that time, Ivan was completely shocked by this diamond city. The press conference went very smoothly until the last minutes, when an inexplicable journalist threw a satellite bomb after asking a series of tricky questions.

The bomb was not detected by security personnel at all, as it was controlled by a moon orbiting Jupiter. After the accident, Domingo was severely reprimanded by his superiors, so he went down the layers to blame for the accident, a little-known person. There were no serious casualties except for a few reporters, so Ivan was beaten here. After some time, Domingo was also demoted. At that time, the underwater city was still desolate, and no one could have imagined that five years later it would become as magnificent as it is now. Ivan's buddies envied him and said that he was a blessing in disguise, but Ivan didn't think so. At least, Domingo doesn't think so!

Half an hour had passed since Ivan had dressed himself, during which time Domingo had called several times, and Ivan just didn't see it, because the excuse that "I'm already on the road and stuck in traffic" would be quite flawless. Ivan ate a little, said a few words to the girl who was still in bed, and left the residence. It's a not-so-upscale residential area, and 10 kilometres away is the workers' quarter, where the main laborers and creators of this beautiful city are concentrated.

Ivan piloted a small budget airship that he had bought with ten years of hard work and entered the complex air traffic network. In recent TV shows, time-traveling dramas are very popular. The main story is that some people have traveled through ancient times, and the ancient world did not have such developed transportation as it is now, and naturally there would not be such congested routes, and they did not even master the methods of interstellar travel, so they could only launch a few satellites or unmanned probes. It's hard for Ivan to imagine what kind of world it would be, but Ivan loved the traffic!

It took the airship half an hour to cover a distance of ten kilometers, and at three kilometers from the Goddess Square, Ivan stopped the car and really couldn't walk. Ivan stepped off the airship from the sky parking lot and looked out at the Goddess Square in the distance, where thousands of people had gathered, most of them low-class workers in uniforms, and some small white-collar workers who looked like buildings. An unwanted omen flashed through Ivan's mind, the power of these seemingly small people could not be ignored, especially when they were gathered together.

Ivan still remembers the last time he was in a parade more than a decade ago, when he was on Saturn's moon Titan, a world of liquid nitrogen, with a very difficult environment, and frequent problems with the dome of the settlement, which led to the constant death of people. As a result, the workers set off a six-month strike wave under the alliance of a person called Lona, which led to the stagnation of many infrastructure projects on the planet Titan, and directly brought billions of economic losses to the Third Military Region. Ivan was also assigned to Domingo's side of Io for his outstanding performance in that strike wave, which earned praise from his superiors. And now, is it another strike? Ivan hopes that this is the case, so that he has a chance to make mistakes, and leaving Domingo is what Ivan wants to do most at this time.

Ivan descended from the sky parking lot to the ground and walked slowly towards the Goddess Square, where he saw many workers and working-class people running in the direction of the square. Ivan stopped in front of a bakery, he walked in, there were no waiters, no customers, no one in the bakery. Ivan wondered, could it be that the bakery owner was also going to see the excitement, what was going on that made them not care about closing the door? Ivan took a chef's uniform from the back kitchen and put it on, and mixed in the crowd to the square.

"Hello everyone, I'm Norman," a skinny boy of about ten years old stood on a two-meter platform in the middle of the crowd in the square, holding a bullhorn and shouting, "I am a worker in the MMG company, I can produce two hundred meters of steel wire a day, a total of eight gold coins, but my monthly salary is only six gold coins!" "Hello everyone, my name is Solo, and I am a small company employee. My daily job is to print leaflets. I can print 7,000 sheets a day, a total of 4.5 gold coins, but my monthly salary is only 5.5 gold coins!"

"Hello everyone, my name is ...... What I do every day...... Six gold coins, but at the end of the month I can only get three gold coins......"

"Hello everyone, I ...... every day Three gold coins, six gold coins for the salary at the end of the month......"

Ivan watched what people were doing in the outer crowd, scrambling to get on stage, calculating in a strange way the value of their day's creation, and then multiplying it by the number of days in a month to calculate the number of gold coins they should get by the end of the month, and then comparing it with the actual salary, it was twenty to thirty gold coins. Ivan frowned, and couldn't help but start calculating how much he could create for Domingo that day. Regardless of the benefits he got after his credit was enjoyed by Domingo, just say that he worked hard every day to investigate the case, and only got ten gold coins at the end of the month, is it really only ten gold coins?

"Hello everyone," Ivan's thoughts were drawn to a slightly chubby man in overalls, who was a little shy at first, and then became angry after saying a few words, "I process a thousand screws a day, and I can imagine that in every corner, every building, and every car in this underwater city has the fruits of my hard work." It's the same with you, you, baker, the people in this city eat the bread you make every day, you, Norman, the wire guy you produce, the steel wire you produce builds the fabric of this city, you, the printing brother, the murals you print every day decorate the city. All of us, each of us is not insignificant, and we work hard every day to support the operation of this city. Without our labor, there would be no bread to eat, no buildings to live in, no cars to drive, and even no city at all!"

"Yes, Chubby is right!" the people shouted.

"However, those high-minded, self-righteous nobles, those powerful lords, what have they done?"

"Nothing!" the people chimed in.

"They didn't process screws, they didn't produce wire, they didn't print a piece of wallpaper, they didn't bake a loaf of bread!"

"They didn't!"

"But why do they live in sumptuous palaces, why do they enjoy delicious food, they wear splendid clothes, they linger in lavish banquets, they drink fine wine, and we have to work so hard every day that we don't even have a piece of bread, a glass of milk, or an egg? Why is that?"

"Why?" the people asked, confused.

"Because they have exploited the value of our labor! The value that everyone deserves but doesn't get is taken away by these vampires!" shouted the chubby worker.

"Yes, vampires, they're vampires!"

"We're going to take back what we should be moving!"

"Take it back!"