Before he met the storyteller, Ren Xiaosu's impression of the artificial intelligence was that although he did not like it, it was quite good at maintaining law and order. But since he did not intend to live with the Wang Clan, he did not really care about it.
But now, the storyteller was going to move away from the Wang Clan because of this.
Ren Xiaosu wondered, "Is it that serious?"
The storyteller sighed and said, "I thought there wouldn't be any surveillance cameras installed in town, but I didn't expect that they would be installed in town too. With that, I've lost my source material for storytelling. A lot of people don't dare to send me material anymore."
Ren Xiaosu was speechless. What material? Couldn't he just say he was sending him information?
Ren Xiaosu already knew that this storyteller was definitely not a simple person. Otherwise, how could he always come up with new stories in such a timely manner? Sometimes, he was even faster than the intelligence systems of many organizations …. How could this be any ordinary material?
Moreover, after Yang Anjing came to town, the storyteller had asked Xiaolu to inform Ren Xiaosu. It was obvious that the storyteller knew Yang Anjing.
Ren Xiaosu looked at the storyteller and asked, "How many years have you lived in this town? You're moving away just like that?"
The storyteller also sighed. "I've lived here for more than a decade, so I really can't bear to move away. But I have no choice. The Wang Clan will only become stricter in the future, and this place won't be able to accommodate us anymore."
"Then where do you want to go?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
The storyteller shook his head. "I haven't decided yet."
"Then I have a suggestion." Ren Xiaosu said, "Based on your physiognomy —"
The storyteller interrupted, "Northwest of Daxing City?"
"Yes, Northwest of Daxing City." Ren Xiaosu did not feel embarrassed at being exposed. Could it be that the storyteller already knew what Big Bluff was up to?
Yang Xiaojin silently turned her head to look at Ren Xiaosu. She thought to herself that this Big Bluff was too magical. He had even infected Ren Xiaosu.
Ren Xiaosu asked, "How did you know I was going to say Daxing Northwest?"
The storyteller said angrily, "That Big Bluff has read my fortune more than ten times over the years. Every time, he says that the Northwest will prosper. He doesn't know how to change it to something new. Of course, the Northwest is also within my consideration, but I still need to consider it and see where is the safest."
However, at that moment, the tavern's door was pushed open. The storyteller immediately turned around and went to the kitchen, as though he did not know Ren Xiaosu.
Ren Xiaosu looked at the newcomer in surprise. It was a young man who said very politely to him and Yang Xiaojin, "Hello, my name is Wang Run. I've been ordered to bring you into the stronghold. Your accommodations have already been arranged, and there will be a banquet tonight."
The young man spoke very politely, but his aura was very strong. He gave off a sense of oppression just by standing there in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
Ren Xiaosu scrutinized the young man and vaguely felt that he might be a supernatural being. Wang Run suddenly gave him the feeling that he was just like the commander of the imperial guards in the storyteller's stories.
But he and Yang Xiaojin did not tell anyone about coming to Stronghold 61, and they did not even meet the Wang Clan when they arrived. How did the Wang Clan know they were coming? And how did they even find their way to the tavern so quickly?
Wait a minute, this was probably thanks to the artificial intelligence, right?
Ren Xiaosu stood up. "Let's go then."
His trip to Stronghold 61 this time was to fulfill his promise with Yang Anjing. He did not care about anything else.
Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin had also discussed it. Once the three tasks were completed, they would immediately set off for the Northwest. They would no longer care about what was going on in the Central Plains and focus on the development and construction of the Northwest.
Previously, Ren Xiaosu was worried that Yang Xiaojin might not be willing to go due to the harsh climate in the Northwest. After all, it was indeed much more difficult there than in the Central Plains.
But Yang Xiaojin did not mind at all.
A vehicle was already waiting at the entrance of the tavern. After Ren Xiaosu and Yang Xiaojin got into the off-road vehicle, it drove into the stronghold.
At this moment, the Wang Clan's administrative center was being relocated into Stronghold 61. Meanwhile, Wang Shengzhi's official residence had already been moved here.
The last time Ren Xiaosu entered Stronghold 61, it was to resolve the creeper vine crisis. Even now, the entire supernatural world still did not know how the creeper vine had died. It had become an unsolved mystery.
Some people said the creeper vine had gained sentience and taken on a human form to wreak havoc in the human world. Others said the creeper vine had been killed by the Wang Clan's experts. In any case, there were all kinds of theories.
Only a few people who had personally experienced it knew the creeper vine's energy had been stolen away by Zhou Yingxue.
For example, Luo Lan was very polite to Zhou Yingxue now.
After entering the stronghold, the off-road vehicle drove along the long main road. Ren Xiaosu looked out the window and saw the hurried pedestrians subconsciously lowering their heads when they saw the off-road vehicle. It was as though they did not dare to look at it directly.
Ren Xiaosu asked Wang Run, who was in the front passenger seat, "The pedestrians are all in a hurry. Where are they going?"
Wang Run answered, "It's just past noon, so they should be on their way to work after having lunch."
Ren Xiaosu asked again, "I heard everyone here has a job to do and food to eat. Is that true?"
Wang Run answered proudly, "Yes, no one has to suffer from hunger here. Everyone lives a fulfilling life. It's already been two months since the start of the year, but there have only been two criminal cases in the entire stronghold."
"Do they choose their own jobs or …?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"They're assigned jobs in the stronghold. The staff will input their detailed personal information into the system, and then the AI will accurately assign them jobs," Wang Run answered.
"But what if the assigned people don't like the job?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"This assignment method is the most suitable job for them based on rational logic."
"What I'm asking is, what if they don't like it?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously. It was just like how some people were very suitable for logistics work, but they just happened to prefer challenging sales work. How should they choose then?
Moreover, in such an environment, artistic jobs such as writers, painters, sculptors, and philosophers would probably no longer be allowed to exist. Although these things seemed a little useless in the current world, weren't these seemingly "useless" things also one of the cornerstones of human development?
Although Ren Xiaosu did not really like those who were involved in the arts, he also felt that it was not right to completely obliterate them.
So he asked Wang Run what would happen if those people did not like their assigned jobs.
Wang Run thought for a moment and answered, "There's a professional counseling team in the stronghold. When someone feels conflicted about their work, they'll be given psychological counseling."
"Psychological counseling?" Ren Xiaosu was taken aback.
For some reason, when he heard those words, he suddenly got a creepy feeling. However, he could not describe where this feeling came from.
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