Deep Space Wandering Fleet
Chapter 429 - 427: No Employment Relationship

Chapter 429: Chapter 427: No Employment Relationship

"It’s really a strange and discouraging university." After reading the freshman guide, Zhang Yuan couldn’t help shaking his head.

The university here is extremely lax; nobody disciplines anyone, and in this world, children have no parents—it’s all about being accountable to oneself.

In contrast, the universities in Kunlun Mountain society are very strict. If a student drops out because of laziness, they could very likely suffer from hidden societal disdain. Girls in Kunlun tend to worship knowledge, and a student who mysteriously drops out might find it hard to find a partner.

Moreover, because of educational qualifications, it would be impossible to find a good job, which would then affect future social welfare and a host of other things...

But undoubtedly, there are also benefits to this laxity... such as a relatively high sense of happiness.

This place gathered intelligent people from all over the country, some of whom were genuine scholars like Zhang Yuan, who derived joy from learning.

There were also others who came to the university for various reasons.

Take, for example, his roommate Ren Junzhe, a student from the Computer Science department, who looked a bit dull and wore large glasses on his nose.

"Hey, not attending university isn’t an option. The knowledge from high school is too limited to achieve my goals, so I have no choice but to attend university."

In this era, nearsighted people were rare, but actually, Ren Junzhe was quite the chatterbox. In just a few days, he had figured out everything about the entire school and kept rambling about it in the dorm.

Lying on his bed, playing games, he said, "...speaking of the Mathematics department next door, there are more professors than students. There are 40 professors and only 15 students. There used to be seventy or eighty some years ago, but less each year, and this year they hardly recruited any students... The professors are like Mr. Chen Runjing, you know who Chen Runjing is, right? The ancestor from a million years ago who thought about mathematics problems until he walked into walls!"

"Now, the professors take pride in accidentally walking into walls..."

"...the girls in the Arts department are beautiful, all capable of singing and dancing. It would be great to date one of them... especially that lady, she’s so beautiful..."

Ren Junzhe’s mouth was flying, "And Space Engineering, which hadn’t had a signup in ten thousand years, actually got someone this year! I looked everywhere, and it turns out to be you, Zhang Yuan! Why would you sign up for such a broken major? You don’t even have classmates, though it’s really easy since all exams are self-administered..."

Once integral parts like Space City and the Space Elevator were not included in the self-maintaining robot system, the entire field of Space Engineering had long been in decline.

Satellites could still be launched, but Moon Landing Spaceships were no longer produceable.

Zhang Yuan lay on his bed, hands behind his head, and replied half-heartedly, "No particular reason, I just want to roam the Moon, maybe launch a Moon Landing Vehicle with a rocket to check it out, that’s all. What about you? Are you planning to work on software or hardware in your Computer Science major?"

"Definitely software."

Computer hardware in this world had nearly reached its pinnacle, sufficiently meeting people’s needs.

"First, I need to earn more money before I could work on hardware. But hardware is too difficult, and it’s not really necessary."

"Earn money? Money isn’t that useful, right?" Zhang Yuan asked nonchalantly.

"It’s not that useful, just a number really..." Ren Junzhe said, "Actually, I really want to create my own computer game, that’s why I came to university. But one person’s energy is simply not enough. A long time ago, when the economy wasn’t developed, wealthy people could use money to buy others’ labor, but not anymore."

"You must find like-minded partners to work together... Oh, it’s difficult, so that’s why I came to university to look for suitable people and to learn more."

"That’s a nice idea..." Zhang Yuan was suddenly struck by a thought.

Yes, in this world, there are no employment relationships.

You offer money, but people don’t want it; they won’t labor for money but view it as an insult.

So, how do you find the right talents?

Just depending on interest, how many enthusiasts for space are there? This is something that genuinely requires hard work!

This is indeed a big challenge.

Ren Junzhe continued, "Of course, besides not being able to buy human effort, physical resources can still be purchased with money... This amount equates to the productivity created by the robot system. If you want to launch a rocket, even a monthly stipend of 100,000 might not be enough... It probably needs several hundred million in funds, but finding the related talents, that’s hard. Robots can only do so much."

Zhang Yuan couldn’t help but feel a bit troubled; his grand ambition of launching rockets seemed a few steps more difficult. These few steps made it incredibly complicated, no wonder so many talented individuals over the past few hundred thousand years hadn’t managed to launch rockets.

It felt as if the entire society was enveloped by a gentle net, within which people could live happily.

But once you touch the net, everything becomes exceedingly difficult and awkward.

...

Days at university sped by.

Zhang Yuan often attended courses from neighboring departments, trying to find like-minded friends. In his free time, he would help his roommate Ren Junzhe with a series of programming tasks.

They had agreed that Zhang Yuan would help him create a game based on his vision, but the game had to include a small amount of in-game purchases, and all the earnings would go to Zhang Yuan.

Ren Junzhe was happy about this arrangement. He just wanted to fully create a game from his imagination and then enjoy everyone’s appreciation; how much money it made didn’t really matter to him.

With Zhang Yuan’s help—a true expert—the many original concepts were realized, and the graphics of the game could also be made exceptionally better.

As for the subsequent earnings, he truly didn’t care.

Perhaps, in this era, everyone felt the same... Money was just a number after all. In their minds, there was no direct correlation established between "money and survival."

For Zhang Yuan, it was also a compromise, even though making games was boring as he had plenty of them in his Golden Finger. But making more friends was always a good thing.

Moreover, it would also secure him a large amount of start-up capital, so why not?