Unlike when he was working, Black was a very talkative person in private. Zhang Heng did not know if he had received Mr. G's instructions, but he would answer every question Zhang Heng asked him.
After that, Black took the two to visit a military factory that was producing weapons. New Shanghai 0297 had a relatively lax control over weapons. Individuals were allowed to own weapons, but they were generally limited to the first and second floors, where public security was not very good. And the firepower of the weapons was also limited. As for the more powerful weapons, they could only be obtained through smuggling channels.
However, Mr. G had a big plan now, and he needed an unprecedented amount of armed forces. Smuggling alone could no longer meet his demand for weapons. So, he bought several factories, changed the production lines, and began to mass-produce bulletproof vests and guns.
Black brought Zhang Heng and Feng Zi to visit one of the factories. Before they entered the factory, they saw a large group of armed security guards standing in front of the gate from a distance. As soon as they saw a car approaching, they immediately raised their guns. One of them even gestured for Black to stop the car.
However, when Black showed his pass, the security guards put away their guns again. They then looked at the other two people in the car and opened the gate.
While the other party was checking the information, Zhang Heng also looked at the group of security guards outside the car. He found that they all had the same tattoo on their bodies. They should belong to a small force, but they were now working in this military factory.
As if seeing what he was thinking, Black took the initiative to introduce them, "Oh, this group of people used to work for Greyhound. Greyhound is a small gang that specializes in guarding nightclubs and KTVs."
"Did Mr. G hire them to guard the door here?"
"No, they took the initiative to come here. In fact, we didn't pay them a penny," Black said. "Building a new world requires everyone's efforts. Those who have money contribute, and those who have power contribute. Only in this way can it be possible to turn those beautiful ideas into reality. If you know that the world is not good, but you still sit there and do nothing, the world will only get worse and worse."
"Well said. But I've seen people who have the ability to contribute, but it doesn't seem to be the case for people who have the money to contribute." Feng Zi interrupted.
"Yes, Mr. G does have a lot of industries and income, but compared to his expenses, these industries and income are not worth mentioning. For example, in this transaction, Mr. G paid 1 gram of antimatter. If converted into money, he can buy the entire first to third floor of New Shanghai. The raw materials and other things of these military factories are also purchased by Mr. G. In addition, there are countless other expenses. So, please don't think that Mr. G is just using everyone's desire for a new world for his own personal gain. He pays more than anyone else, and he just wants to ensure that every penny is spent wisely."
Feng Zi was speechless.
At this time, the black MPV had already driven into the factory. Black turned off the engine, jumped out of the driver's seat, and waited for Zhang Heng and Feng Zi to get out of the car. He then clapped his hands to attract the attention of the people in the factory. After that, he took down the loudspeaker on the wall.
Unlike the factories that had gradually achieved fully automatic production, this military factory still had a large number of people working on it because they purchased old production lines that were quite old. There were at least a hundred of them. As soon as Black spoke, these hundred people stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
"Today, I would like to introduce you to two new companions," Black said as he took two steps back, giving the main seat to Zhang Heng and Feng Zi. "Yes, the two friends in front of you. They did their best and even risked their lives to snatch something important from Shengtang Morgan's emergency response team. Without this thing, our plan can't be carried out. So, they are our heroes."
As soon as Black's voice fell, the workers fell into silence. However, it didn't take long before a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause broke out.
The sudden warm applause even made Feng Zi, who had always been careless, a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, she realized that she did not do much last night. After all, Zhang Heng was the one who took action. He almost single-handedly killed the entire emergency response team. However, this guy spent so much effort to snatch the item, and it was not for the so-called common cause that Black mentioned. He was purely using it to blackmail Mr. G. When she thought about it, Feng Zi felt even more ashamed to accept the applause, and her cheeks were a little hot.
On the other hand, Zhang Heng's expression hardly changed. In fact, Feng Zi noticed that Zhang Heng's gaze was not on the people in front of them at all. Instead, he was looking at a piece of graffiti on the back wall of the factory.
"Who is that? An old version of Mr. G?" Feng Zi followed Zhang Heng's gaze and looked at the graffiti.
"No, that's Baudrillard," Zhang Heng said lightly.
"Who?" The name was a little unfamiliar to Feng Zi.
"A sociologist," Zhang Heng said. Zhang Heng said, remembering the long and boring movie he watched with Miss F in the theater. Many things that he didn't understand before suddenly became clear to him.
"So … are you going to introduce him to me?"
"No, if you want to return to a normal life, it's better not to understand his theory," Zhang Heng said.
"Ha, is he really that mysterious?" Feng Zi was skeptical.
When the cheers came to an end, the workers returned to their respective posts. Black also led Zhang Heng and Feng Zi around the workshop. Like the security guards from Greyhound outside the door, the people working here were also volunteers, and they didn't need a penny of salary. They came from different places, including cooks, couriers, and even pregnant women. However, there was one thing in common — everyone was extremely dedicated to their work.
There was no position similar to a supervisor in the entire factory because there was no need for it at all. Everyone worked at full speed as if something was spurring them on from behind. Feng Zi could feel the fire burning in their hearts just by listening to Zhang Heng chatting with some of them.
This kind of situation even made Feng Zi a little envious. At least at this moment, she felt that it wasn't a bad thing to become one of them, especially for someone like her who couldn't find a purpose in life for a long time. Such a life full of faith was exactly what she was looking for and looking forward to.
Feng Zi had a strong urge to take off her coat and join them now. Especially when she looked at the old production line, she had already begun to come up with many plans to improve production efficiency in her mind. After that, Feng Zi said to Black, "I want to stay here for a while. Can I?"
"Of course, this is exactly what we want."
"What about you?" Feng Zi looked at Zhang Heng again.
The latter still looked unmoved. "I'm still recuperating. I'll continue to wander around," he said.
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