In addition to writing news, Connie Carter's daily work is to arrange daily work for the supervisor, including food and daily life, and when appropriate, to comfort the supervisor's lonely heart. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Connie has a proud figure, which is her capital - the capital to be able to have this job and keep it.

This morning, Connie slept for the first time in three months, until she was woken up by a hurried phone call. Connie rubbed her sleepy eyes and fumbled around the bed for a long time, but she didn't find her pajamas, and she didn't even know where to throw her underwear. Connie walked from the bedroom to the living room, the house that the director had bought her, and with her meager salary, she couldn't afford to buy a house in the heart of the underwater city. Connie yawned, and when she saw that it was the supervisor's call, she suddenly fell asleep and woke up with a spirit.

Connie answered the phone, the phone was video, and the director's extremely excited gaze appeared on the other end of the screen, and when the director saw Connie's red fruit's body, this excitement was thrown to another peak. The Director glanced greedily at Connie, who had seen it countless times and operated it himself, but still felt very novel, especially Connie's ungraspable plumpness. The Director swallowed and returned to the subject.

"Connie, hurry up, there's big news in the Goddess Square, why are you still sleeping lazy, you can't catch up when it's late!" The director looked around, obviously he was already in the Goddess Square, and the crowd around him pushed and shoved the involuntary director in the direction of the Goddess Building. "Hurry up, this is big news, almost all other newspapers and radio stations are here, hurry up!"

The phone was cut off suddenly, maybe by a crowd or something. Connie didn't have time to turn on the TV, because if it was already on TV, then she wouldn't have to. Connie quickly changed into a professional suit, deliberately wearing the ultra-low-cut uniform that she would only wear when shooting outside. Connie's speed of makeup was unmatched, and in half a minute, a delicate makeup appeared on her face, covering up the tiredness she had been hauling for days.

Fifteen minutes later, Connie appeared in the Goddess Square with a high level of professionalism. She stood on the periphery of the crowd, unable to squeeze in, and looked inside on tiptoe, unable to see what was going on inside. At this time, an airship passed slowly in mid-air, and Connie recognized it at a glance as the airship of Radio Europa, and they were really fast. Connie dialed Thomson, the supervisor, but no one answered, what to do, what to do. Connie thought quickly, and by this time, another crowd had poured in from the streets to the west.

Connie had an idea, blended into the crowd, and followed the crowd to tear a hole in the crowd in the Goddess Square and enter inside. Connie tiptoed and looked in, and saw the small square platform, on which stood an old man with white hair, explaining something with great interest. Connie's brow furrowed slightly, as if she had seen this person somewhere. Connie searched in her head, but she couldn't remember.

"The labor we put in should be roughly equal to the benefits we deserve. If you create the value of a gold coin, the society should give you a gold coin. That's fairness. As a member of this fair society, you should have the right to participate in the decision-making of the society and contribute wisdom to the construction of this society, which is democracy. Society should be fair and democratic. If there is no fairness, the value we create will be exploited by some people. For example, Samat Colin, a low-level screwman. He could create twenty-five gold coins a month, but he only got one-fifth of what he received from his boss every month, which was five gold coins. So, where did the twenty gold coins go? Everyone will be amazed when they hear this, because all of you will think that these five gold coins are what you are worth for a month, and you will never doubt it. Now, then, you should be suspicious, suspicious of everything, suspicious of everything unfair. ”

The old man's words caused a sensation in the crowd, and everyone began to discuss and even start shouting.

In the same way, without democracy, the rights and powers of society will be held by a few. They make their own laws to dictate what people should do and what they should not do! Actually, think about it, do the laws that bind you work for those who really have money and power? Do they themselves do things according to this law? No, if a low-level worker breaks the law, he will go to prison and be sentenced to death. But if a person from the upper class breaks the law or even kills someone, as long as he comes up with a little money, he can be exempted from the crime. And the money they took out was not the twenty gold coins that they had taken from you? They killed you, and then they atoned for their sins with the money they had exploited from you, and in the end, it was you who were exploited, and it was you who died in vain, didn't you?"

The last sentence completely lifted the anger of the crowd to the peak. As the old man said, they never thought about how much value they were really creating. From the moment they were born, they were instilled with the knowledge that they belonged to the lowest strata of society, that they were born to work for those who had power. Under the domination of this false perception, they become machines of labor, insensitive, without a mind of their own, but only live instinctively.

However, after listening to the old man's words, these people who were tortured by life suddenly woke up to the fact that it was not their own reasons that caused their life predicament today, nor their own meager wages, but on the contrary, they would create a huge economic value every day, and the reason why they couldn't even eat a piece of fresh bread now was because the value they created was exploited by those upper-class people. People figured out the crux of the problem and turned their anger on their bosses.

"We're going to get our dues back!" said a man who was caught in a panic crowd and suddenly shouted at a loud voice.

"Yes, we should take back what belongs to us!" and for a moment, everyone agreed. The crowd suddenly became chaotic like boiling water.

"Officer Puxijing?" Connie was pushed by the crowd and couldn't help but follow the crowd, when suddenly she was squeezed by a man in a white chef's suit, and the button on her chest almost collapsed. Connie immediately recognized the man as Ivan Puxijing of the Security Committee, whom she remembered interviewing a few days earlier.

"Oh, it turned out to be Carter's little 2D sister," Ivan's eyes swept uncontrollably at Connie's chest, "You're here too, hehe, it's lively enough here!" When he said this, Ivan's body kept squeezing Connie's chest due to the surge of the crowd. Ivan tilted his head in embarrassment, trying to see the situation ahead.

"What the hell is going on?" Connie simply hugged Ivan's waist and pressed her chest tightly against Ivan's chest, "What happened?"

Ivan felt the pressure from Connie's fullness of body, and suddenly his energy fluttered, and he quickly turned his attention to other places, coughed and said: "Well, inside, it seems that the old man named Wacker is giving a speech here, talking about surplus value, exploitation and oppression, etc., and it is estimated that it is a civil organization." The workers seemed to listen to this very much, and they were all instigated by him to start a strike!" Ivan sighed and shoved the man next to him to protect Connie.

"Wack?" Connie looked up at Ivan in surprise and saw the stubble on his chin, "Ah, I remember, he's Wacker, Wacker Snoder!"

"Wacker Snod?" Ivan frowned, not just because the big fat man next to him had stepped on his toes, "You're talking about the Interstellar Alliance's Wacker Snod?" Ivan could barely believe it.

"Yes, it's him, I think it's familiar," Connie's delicate face bloomed with excitement, this was a big news, she was going to tell the director, no, why should she tell him? Maybe WACKER is right, all the value we create is exploited by the bosses, including me, and it makes no sense to be bullied by my supervisor Thomson every day. Isn't it also that I work hard to let people know the latest news, it's all for the running of society as a whole, and it's this simple reason that Thomson uses to blackmail me physically and mentally. The more Connie thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, maybe Wacker was right?

"Hey, Little Sister Connie, Connie, Connie Carter, what's wrong with you, what's the problem, hurry up and rush out with me!" Ivan shook his blinded Connie, Connie was awakened by him, oh oh a few times followed Ivan, saw the right time, and rushed out of the crowd.

The two men stood on the outskirts of the square, Ivan gasping for breath, but Connie was once again in deep thought, "Perhaps, Wacker is right!" Connie muttered to herself.

"Hehe, what he said makes sense!" Ivan said lightly, lighting a cigarette and taking a puff.

"Oh, Officer Ivan, do you think so too?" Connie grabbed Ivan's arm excitedly, excited that someone was thinking the same thing as herself.

"Everyone here thinks so!" said Ivan, smiling faintly.

"No," the excitement on Connie's face was washed away by Ivan's smile, she shook her head and said firmly: "Officer Ivan, this is not a joke, this is the truth, this is the truth!"

Ivan turned his head and looked at the woman beside him in surprise. She's been brainwashed!