Once life began, there would always be many troubles.
And the most troublesome of all were probably war and riots.
No one expected that when the shadow of war had just covered the periphery, the first to collapse would be the periphery.
In Cape Town, as the thunder became less frequent and dense, the sunlight became less extravagant.
But what followed was the unaccustomed gloomy skies and dark clouds. The less thunder that drove away the fog, the more the fog would not let this area go.
The Seymour people of Cape Town were not used to such weather. When they looked up, it was neither pure black nor thunder. The gray clouds made people feel depressed, just like the mood of the citizens.
"War, war again? What does this war have to do with us? Ever since the outsiders came, we have not had many peaceful days. "
"Prices have risen again. If this goes on, I can't even afford bread."
"Don't talk about it. It's good to have a job these days. I heard that more than ten factories in the outer city closed down. Thousands of workers smashed the houses of the local rich. "
"Ha, what does this have to do with the rich? He is just a warlord. He has money and an army. How can he manage factories?"
In a sense, the progress of the industrial era was always accompanied by blood. Just like the development of capitalist society, there would always be groups of eliminated and sacrificed people.
Compared to a few years ago, the city here was cleaner and more beautiful. There were fewer complicated alleys and square areas, and there were more high-rise buildings.
The streets were wider, and there were fewer beggars in ragged clothes. There was less trash on the streets, and there were fewer smiles on the streets.
In the largest square under the sun, there were crowds of "new beggars" every day. Before the sun rose, they would squat here with a sign.
Don't misunderstand. They were not here for money, and the sign was not filled with pitiful begging words.
"Know how to work as a fitter. Five hundred New Dollars a month plus food will do. "
"Plasterer, just food will do."
"Magician, three thousand a month. If you have a certain level of development, it will be better."
"Know how to write manuscripts, Xuanhuan, and Wuxia. Just food will do. Double the salary for romance and erotic writing. Double the salary for two, including four meals."
"Bald Green Light Man … cough, programmer, as long as you don't work overtime."
The changes of the times would always be displayed in the cruelest way.
In the face of the impact of magical engineering and industrial technology, the small goods, handicrafts and traditional crafting industries of the Seymour people were quickly pushed to bankruptcy.
With the opening of the express train between Cape Town and Vila Nova Dônia, the impact was even more direct and violent.
For a long time, the three direct links between the two cities had been solidified as a diplomatic agreement (war reparations) between the two cities. It was very convenient for people to travel between the two cities. Vila Nova Dônia had changed even more over the years.
One church after another invested even more funds, and new enterprises and factories were built one after another. Cheap and beautiful goods were thrown directly onto the trucks heading to Cape Town, appearing in the market three or four days later.
This kind of impact was fatal. Some of the modern factories that had just sprung up in Cape Town couldn't withstand this simple and crude dumping. The other side didn't even purposely lower the price to seize the market. Just pure technology and cost suppression was enough to completely destroy the various industries of the Cape Town people.
However, the original agreement (war treaty) stipulated that both sides were free to trade goods. Unless the people of Cape Town wanted to start another war, this agreement couldn't be denied.
Sometimes, economic aggression was more deadly than the threat of war.
The modern industrial factories that were still alive in Corner City weren't the ones that the local warlords and locals had paid a lot of money to obtain technology from the Eich people through special channels. Every year, they would have to pay the Eich people a fee for the usage of the technology and buy out the industries in exchange for favors, so they were the ones that the Eich people had set up in Corner City.
On the other hand, the trade agreement with the free flow of people further accelerated the change in the situation.
In the past two months, the monthly salary of the workers in Vila Nova Dônia (those who were illiterate without skills) had reached 2,000 Xin New dollars. The skilled workers and special workers could even reach more than 5,000. The workers in Cape Town hovered between 500 and 800. The difference between the two sides was three to four times.
The price of goods was almost the same on both sides. Due to the problem of transportation and the cost of second-hand dealers, the price in Cape Town was even higher. Everyone wanted to have a better life. It was just a matter of taking a car and moving to another place to develop.
The Cape Town factory, whose technology and ideas were behind the times, couldn't even recruit young and strong workers.
If it weren't for the rapid increase in the population in recent years, Vila Nova Dônia also had to start planning for development. The original policy of letting people in as long as they applied was canceled, and the resident population was strictly reviewed. The situation here would be even worse.
But looking at it from another perspective, many of the workers in Cape Town were now leftovers from Vila Nova Dônia.
Some of them were unclean and had criminal records. Some of them believed in witchcraft and did some messy things. Some of them were lazy and were kicked out of the factory. Some of them were old and powerless. (The Seymour people, as a long-lived species, had a relatively short lifespan. There were very few old people who were still working.)
In a sense, after signing those agreements, Cape Town had become a new colony of the Aishi People. They continued to obtain resources, people, and products from it to make huge profits.
But considering the contrast in strength between the two sides, if there were no accidents, this situation would not change.
Revolution and rebellion? Now, the tycoons of Cape Town, the rich, the warlords, and the local officials, were all fed well by the Aishi People. They had real estate in Vila Nova Dônia, and even their families were there. Why would they care about the problems of the people below them?
"This is just the temporary pain of the era change."
"Everything will be fine after we get through it. We have more products these years, and everyone's income has increased. It's just that life is too good. Everyone wants more things and spends more money. That's why it's hard to bear."
"Everything will be fine after a while. Our technology is also constantly improving."
It was either true or false, or 30% of it was true and 70% of it was false. They all seemed to have forgotten to mention one thing. The agreement between the two places made the weak weaker and the strong stronger. It was an inevitable development.
In any race, there were insightful people.
They shouted loudly to reject foreign products, to develop the local industry, to develop the local cultural industry, to gather the national spirit … But who would listen to them?
In the current environment, those who had money, people, and armies were all warlords and rich people. No one could become the true city lord and leader of the people in Cape Town. Even if one or two "rebels" appeared among them, the other warlords and the new city's church would use all kinds of methods to teach them how to be a proper person.
This was like a colony in the colonial era. Even though their lives were getting worse and worse, and even their dignity was gradually disappearing, they didn't know where the problem came from. They didn't even know how to change the future.
Cape Town was too close to Vila Nova Dônia. It was so close that it took a few days to go back and forth. This was both its fortune and its misfortune.
Fortunately, it could surpass the limits of the era and quickly follow the pulse of the era. Unfortunately, it probably couldn't avoid Vila Nova Dônia's control.
If nothing unexpected happened, after a few generations, this city would completely become a vassal of Dounia, or it would simply become a remote district.
This had nothing to do with good or evil. Factions and countries were impersonal organizations. There was no good or evil in the first place. They wanted to survive in order to pursue the greatest benefits. This was the case for the colonial countries in the past, and it was the same for the collision of civilizations now.
To summarize it with a simple quote from a great person, "Those who fall behind will be beaten."
This was the case for a hundred years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years.
However, compared to their predecessors who were filled with blood and tears for every profit, Aishi and the other "interstellar colonists" were much gentler.
History had taught them a lot, and they had long known that eternal slavery was impossible. In a few hundred years, both sides would always be on the same level. If they went too far now, they would most likely be dealt with in the future.
For the Seymour civilization, this was a painful period. If they could survive this "crisis" that would accelerate their development for a hundred years, or even a thousand years. Danger and opportunity coexisted.
Some rich people took the money and spoke the truth, but no one cared.
Now, with the dark clouds of war covering the sky and people in fear, accidents still happened.
Yes, the people of Cape Town didn't know the direction of the future, but someone did. Or rather, God knew.
"Our Lord has already pointed out the direction! All the pain and uneasiness came from those outsiders! Expel those outsiders! Even if it's his will, it's our future. "
In front of a factory in the distant city, there was a crowd of people in front of the ruins. A hooded man in black threw away his cover, and the third eye on his forehead was very eye-catching.
It seemed that the others didn't feel anything about this strange appearance. The people around him were shouting all kinds of slogans.
"Defeat the Aishi colonists."
"Topple the three mountains of colonialism, capitalism, and imperialism!"
"Idiot, our cause is righteous."
Strangely, no matter how the three-eyed man above instigated, the shouts below were getting louder and louder, but they were still not enthusiastic enough.
"I only heard you say that there are daily workers here. If you're not hiring, I'll go back."
"Yes, my wife and children are still waiting for me to bring my salary back. It's time for the whole family to eat."
"Don't talk nonsense. Are you going to pay or not? Even if you're not hiring, at least pay for my hard work. "
The cultists above looked at each other. Their jobs weren't so difficult in the past. Didn't they use to light up the third eye and believe whatever they said?
Cape Town was the former home of the Eye of Wisdom. Its roots were complicated, and it was difficult to clean it up after so many years.
These guys were like that thing in the corner of a room. You thought it was cleaned up, but it would jump out every few days to scare you and disgust you for half a day.
The Eye of Wisdom was originally a hypnotic and controlling ability, but this funny scene was also the result of the change of times.
The original Harlet Wasteland was a desert of order, a wild area of chaos, a world without laws. As long as the power of the Evil Gods entered, they could freely write new laws.
Now, there was a new Order God system here — the Mist God system.
Although the divine position and divinity hadn't been confirmed, the belief network built by hundreds of thousands of believers had gradually supported these belief gods. The network itself was also a part of order. It was inevitable that the power of the Evil Gods would be expelled and weakened.
Not to mention, even the power of the Evil Gods wasn't a panacea.
The Eye of Wisdom had its own definition. Wisdom was the accumulation of knowledge. The accumulation of vast amounts of wisdom into a sea, and the endless sea of knowledge deduced the truth.
In the past, they could do whatever they wanted, but as this world became more and more orderly and regulated, the power of the Evil Gods left behind in this world was corrected.
It was possible to increase persuasiveness, but it was impossible to convince people with nonsense.
Even with the power of the Eye of Wisdom, they could only increase their persuasiveness and say things that could move people and turn them into action.
"Imperialism is evil, and capitalists are shameless. They use goods to exploit your labor …"
Soon, the people above realized that the situation was wrong and changed their direction.
However, it was a pity that these words were of no use.
"What is imperialism? They gave us so many good things and even gave us money to buy new things. How can they be bad people? "
"Labor? Weren't we farmers in the past? We relied on the mountains for so many years, and so many people starved to death. At least no one starved to death in the past few years. "
Obviously, it was meaningless to talk to these citizens who couldn't even read.
The more they argued, the less interested they were. Since they weren't hiring, some people had already run away.
Finally, the three-eyed priest realized what was going on and yelled loudly.
"They are rich, and we are poor. Rob them!"
Alright, this was not only wisdom, but also reality.
The frustrated crowd suddenly calmed down, and a pink glow spread to the audience. When the preaching was finally accepted, the whispers of the Evil Gods were truly effective.
"Rob them!"
"Rob them!"
Although it was just a soft response, it had an immediate effect, and the priest was encouraged.
He understood that as long as words could move people's hearts, even if it was just words that made them hesitate and think, the power of the master would be effective!
"We are the masters here. They are outsiders, and they should give us the good things!"
"Yes, we are the masters! Give them to us, give them to us! "
"We don't want to work. Why should we work in the factory? This place belongs to us. We don't have to work, but they should pay us! Pay us! "
"Pay us! Pay us! Pay us! Pay us … "
Greedy voices came one after another. Even those who were clear-headed were enveloped by the pink glow, and finally fell into an inexplicable frenzy.
What followed was naturally the spreading of the pink radiance.
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