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The illusion has not been dispersed, and it has gone through five dynasties and ten countries, gone through major dynasties, and has come to the road of modern society.

The development of science and technology has greatly changed the world.

The green meadows, the forests full of fresh air, disappear piece by piece, and are replaced by steel jungles, which are the strong copper smell of the age of science and technology.

High-rise buildings are everywhere, human beings are becoming more and more independent, living places are getting better and better, eating and drinking are becoming more and more abundant, and the wearers are becoming more and more exquisite.

The more you can get, the stronger the desire in the human heart becomes, the more greedy it becomes.

"Immortality, Immortality......"

Looking at the scenes that came into his eyes, Du Zhong's expression was a little gloomy, and his tone was also a little sarcastic: "What is the real immortality, isn't it immortality from generation to generation?" ”

"The most terrible thing is the desire that really lives in people's hearts, and that kind of greed is more terrible than immortality."

"Once you get it, you can't erase ......"

Murmuring.

The scenery in front of you turns.

Eucommia suddenly appears in a gloomy warehouse.

There were three or four people in the warehouse.

Glance at it.

Du Zhong saw that the warehouse was covered with black grease everywhere, and the smooth layer of oil on the floor was shining, and the machines, walls, and doors and windows were all covered with oil.

A very foul smell filled the air.

The three or four men, all wearing masks and gloves, and a pumping machine, were rumbling, pumping the black, dirty gutter oil from the sewers that they didn't even want to touch.

"I made a lot of money today, it's only been a few days, and the grease trap in the sewer is full, and we have to make at least a few million dollars for this ticket."

"Haha, this only proves that the times are developing, and there are more people entering the restaurant, and our income will naturally increase."

"To tell the truth, if you can make money, you will beat me to death, and I don't want to touch these dirty things for the rest of my life, I almost smell and vomit all day long, so I can't eat."

"Bear with me, when you make enough money, don't you eat what you want, play what you want?"

"No, I have to relax tonight and do a big health care ......"

While operating the machine, the three or four workers laughed loudly, and there was no disgust in their eyes when they looked at the gutter oil, but burned with fiery desire, as if the gutter oil was their future.

"!"

Seeing this scene, Du Zhong couldn't help but scold.

He wanted to go up and fix these guys hard, to smash all these machines, to call someone to seal up this filthy black oil workshop.

How.

He couldn't.

Because it's just an illusion, not a reality.

Just when Eucommia was angry and couldn't vent.

The scenery changes again.

This time.

Du Zhong came to a steamed bun shop.

This is a well-known steamed bun shop, and there are countless people who come to buy steamed buns every day, and the queue has to be more than ten meters away.

And at the moment.

As it darkened, the bun shop closed its door.

But the lights in it are unusually bright.

In the shop, a man and a woman are kneading dough.

Twenty or thirty heads of dough were placed on the board in front of the man and woman, and without saying a word, they kneaded it a few times, and then put the dough still into the steamed bun making machine.

"You take care of the point, I'll go get the meat."

The man said to the woman.

"Is it enough?"

The woman asked.

"Enough, don't worry."

The man smiled, opened his mouth and said: "This time I went to the field, and I collected seven pigs at one time, all of them died of illness, the price was very cheap, and they were all processed by me and still in the freezer. ”

"Well, this business is getting worse and worse, this bun is only one dollar, how can a pig cost more than three thousand, plus flour or something, it would be good to earn some food and clothing?"

The woman sighed bitterly.

"Don't talk all day long, didn't I tell you everything, I collected sick pork this time."

Speaking of this, the man stepped forward and added in a low voice: "This sick pork is not a dead pig, it tastes no different from normal pork, some flavorful meat has been given by me, and this pig is only three hundred yuan." ”

"What, only three hundred?"

The woman laughed in surprise, then her face sank, and she hurriedly asked, "If you use sick pork to make it, nothing will happen, right?" ”

"Don't worry, I've checked it all."

The man smiled and said, "There is absolutely no problem, with our business, we can return to our capital in three days at most, and the rest is pure profit." ”

As soon as I heard this.

The woman's eyes lit up, and the faint panic on her face dissipated in an instant, replaced by a look of desire.

That's what it looks like.

It was as if he had seen a mountain of money in front of him.

"You must be careful, let's make money, but don't make trouble."

The woman smiled and instructed.

"Ahh

The man laughed, and then immediately walked out of the room to get the sick pork.

A few minutes later.

The man walked back with a bag of hemp.

In the sack, there was an extremely pungent fishy smell.

"Why does this stink?"

The woman quickly covered her nose.

"The pork is already fishy, and after a day of stuffiness in the car, it is inevitable that it will smell a little, as long as the ice melts and the smell is gone, put it in the bun, and no one can smell it."

The man said as he put the sick pork in the sack into the machine that processed the buns.

Under the comfort of men, women gradually relaxed.

A smile appeared on his face again.

Looking at this man and woman, from kneading the dough to adding sick pork, and then to making hundreds of steamed buns, Du Zhong's whole person is not good.

He wanted to throw up.

When he saw these people who were consumed by profit and whose brains were occupied by greed, he was furious.

But no matter how angry he was, he could only watch like this, and he couldn't do anything.

Finally the scenery changed.

The bun shop disappeared from Du Zhong's eyes.

Instead, it's a packed bar.

There were all sorts of people sitting in the bar, some of the rich, like kings, sweeping the dance floor in the middle of the bar.

On the dance floor, many people were writhing their butts to the restless music.

Men are walking back and forth, teasing girls who are dressed sexy, with slim bodies and beautiful faces.

And the eyes of those girls were focused on the rich people sitting in the booths, looking at the rich people, while trying their best to twist their waists, making seductive postures, competing to attract the attention of those rich people.

Suddenly.

A woman with bare breasts, waists, and legs stopped dancing, and with a seductive smile on her footsteps, she walked towards a man who was looking at him with a smile, his fat was trembling, and his appearance was not ugly.

Even when he walked, he twisted like a snake spirit.

Walking in front of the rich man, this woman was extremely skillful, and she did it on the rich man's leg with one ass, hooked the man's neck, and leaned against it with her chest up.

"Three salutes!"

As soon as the woman arrived, the rich man immediately burst out laughing, and beckoned for three of the most expensive bottles of wine.

When the woman saw this, she immediately began to tout.

The whole person was stuck in the arms of the rich man, and let the rich man touch him around, and he did not feel the slightest discomfort.

"Alas......"

Shaking his head and sighing softly, Du Zhong turned his head to look.

But see.

In the distance, a handsome but not rich young man was looking at the rich man with a grim face, poured a large sip of wine, and then clenched his fists tightly.

At his waist, Du Zhong saw a sharp dagger.

But when the young man's gaze shifted to the woman in the rich man's arms, the cruelty in his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a look of love.

And the woman's eyes that looked at him were full of disdainful sarcasm.

Distance.

Several men and several women, sitting in a small private room covered by curtains, drunk and dreaming, leaning against each other, doing all kinds of unsightly movements.

Then.

There were three women who walked past Eucommia.

Although the voice in the bar was too loud, the conversation between the three women reached Du Zhong's ears word for word.

"Xiaomei, you're all in the middle of a lot of money, why are you still here to find Kaizi?"

"Who said that if you get married, you can't find Kaizi, I want that bad old man's money, with his physical strength, can ten satisfy me?"

"Are you going to play handsome guys again today?"

"Bubble is free, I'd better be a corpse quietly, if a burly person comes to take me away, I'll go with him, if it doesn't work, the old lady will let him get out."

"Haha."

"You have a large wife, and you still let people pick up corpses, are you ashamed?"

"There's no way, it's a rule."

"Xiaoli, what about you?"

"There's a big money looking for me over there, I'll go first, and you two play slowly."

Between words.

The three women went their separate ways.

Du Zhong walked out of the bar speechlessly, but as soon as he went out, he saw the woman named Xiaomei, who was lying on the ground pretending to be drunk, supported by a burly young man, and walked towards the nearest hotel.

The next moment.

Bustling and lively, the drunken bars disappear.

Du Zhong came to an Internet café.

In front of him, a young man was browsing one of the most popular forums and posted a post on the forum calling for care for the homeless, which quickly received countless responses.

Seeing that the attention of his post exploded, the young man suddenly smiled.

After half an hour of talking in the post, the young man reluctantly got up and left the Internet café.

But just walked out of the Internet café.

An old man in rags, dirty, and looking extremely old and pitiful, walked up with staggering steps.

"Give me some, I haven't eaten in a few days."

The old man said in a begging voice.

"Fucking shit, fucking shit."

The young man scolded angrily, glared at the old man fiercely, and then called a taxi with an arrogant face, and rushed into a KTV with a stack of red tickets left and right......