Life Game In Other World
Chapter 352: Video (Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 352: Chapter 352: Video (Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

The color tone was dark at the end where some footage was being shot.

This seemed to be a narrow ’city’, with a not-so-tall ’high wall’ standing in the distance.

And in the foreground, there were swarms of people.

The closely packed crowd pressed together.

These people had dark skin, and some had frostbite marks on their cheeks, clad in dusty gray work garb, huddled together.

Some held signs made from stencils, sloppily brushed with the unattractive ’words’ in red paint.

[Refuse wage cuts]

[We need rest]

[We need insurance]

"Oppose pay cuts,"

"We need days off!"

The people raised their fists, shouting and bellowing as they moved forward.

The camera turned to the front of the crowd.

There stood a man with a tall figure, dressed in a neat and stylish suit.

The man stood on a platform, looking down on the crowd with mockery.

Beneath him, security personnel in simple uniforms were holding Riot Shields and guns, surrounding the man at the front.

The crowd gradually squeezed up to the security officers, exceptionally agitated and excited.

The security officers raised their Riot Shields in front of them, blocking the crowd’s advance.

"We want bread!"

"We want to sleep!"

The chanting continued among the crowd; they didn’t actually charge the security officers’ formation but raised wooden boards with their demands toward the man.

Watching the dense crowd.

The man on the platform slowly raised his hand.

"Fire!"

The security officers below raised their guns.

When the first gunshot sounded, the whole area instantly became chaotic.

The previously shaky camera suddenly changed; the filmer seemed stunned by the chaos, staggering as he ran with the crowd.

"The mine is the group’s mine, not yours. You have no right to negotiate terms with the mine; if you’re unwilling to work, you can choose not to, there are plenty of people in the city who would beg for such a job."

The surrounding loudspeakers were blaring a piercing buzz along with the man’s arrogant laughter.

However, the cameraman had no time to film the man now, being swallowed by the crowd, fleeing in panic.

The camera captured nothing but dusty gray work clothes.

The crowd shoved each other, running forward frantically.

A series of cold gunshots rang out suddenly; not far ahead at the end, a miner trying hard to run suddenly stopped, a blossom of blood unfurling on his back.

He lost support, toppling forward and crashing to the ground, his bright red blood splattering onto the people around him.

His fall sparked a series of screams, with people running even faster and more chaotically.

The ground was not paved with concrete, it was all black rubble, under a gray and oppressive sky.

The cameraman was running faster and faster, yet people continued to fall beside him.

Blood stained the black stones red.

Gunshots, screams, heavy breaths, panicked screaming, the chaotic crowd, the dark sky, the violently shaking camera, and the man’s shrill laughter echoing all around, composed the entirety of the footage.

Suddenly, the whole frame paused, then slanted across the sky as everything that had been upright turned sideways; the camera had tilted.

The person holding the camera seemed to have fallen.

The camera fell to the ground, crashing not far away.

An arm full of calluses appeared in the frame, struggling to reach out, trying to grab the fallen camera.

But just as he was about to grab the camera, a beautiful leather shoe appeared in the frame, the shiny polished shoe stepping on that rough hand and then twisting hard.

"Ah!!!!"

The sound of severe pain echoed in the picture.

Then the camera seemed to be picked up by someone, the picture shifted, and a man dressed in a neat and nice suit appeared.

"A miniature camera? You actually brought this kind of thing inside."

"Manager, the crowd has been dispersed."

A young voice sounded from behind the camera.

The man put his hand down, the entire picture turned into a ground splattered with blood, but the picture did not end there,

"Call everyone for inspection, someone has brought electronic devices in, didn’t I say that any wristbands, cameras, recorders, can’t be brought into the mine?"

"Manager..."

Hearing the man’s query, the young voice trembled slightly.

"No excuses, what I see is the result. Arrange for everyone to be inspected; get out."

The man seemed to suppress his anger, speaking coldly.

"Yes... yes..."

The young voice left.

Then a middle-aged man’s voice broke in, "Manager, doing this, could it be...?"

"What have we done?" The man chuckled, "These miners deliberately attacked the administrative office and were dispersed by security, leading to a stampede."

"But what if the miners speak out..."

The middle-aged man spoke softly.

"Speak out? Who would believe their words? Who would listen to them? The newspapers, television stations, online platforms?" The man’s laughter grew louder, "The group spends so much money every year, do you think these organizations will listen to whom? Even if someone does make noise, the group still has psychiatric hospitals, do you think anyone will listen... to a lunatic?"

"But if..."

The middle-aged man hesitated.

"There are no ’buts’. Do they really dare to speak? They can resent us, but don’t they need to eat? Don’t they have to repay bank loans? Don’t they have family? Aren’t they afraid their families will end up homeless on the streets with them?"

The man laughed, "Locke, you must understand, they need the group, not the other way around, and if they do speak out, all the better. These people have been getting too bold lately; they need something to frighten them."

There was then the sound of a hand rubbing against clothing, as if the man was patting the middle-aged man on the shoulder,

"Locke, you’ve been in the mine for so long, how can you not see things clearly? Who do you think pays your salary, who lets your family live a middle-class life in the city? It’s the group, Mr. Locke. You empathize with them, but can they pay your salary? Can they help you with your mortgage?"

"Yes, yes..."

The middle-aged man’s submissive voice sounded.

At that moment, the picture shook as if the man was walking forward.

His voice didn’t stop, and the middle-aged man seemed to follow behind, "You go find a few who are willing to cooperate with the group, raise their salaries, increase their benefits, and then for those few who jumped the fiercest, the instigators of the incident, catch a few who are completely uncooperative, find a way to deal with them, and promote and raise the pay of the rest.

Then for those who participated more actively in the event, fire them all. I will speak to a few consortiums; they won’t hire these people."

"But why for those who organized the events, you’re still raising their salaries, isn’t that..."

The middle-aged man’s voice showed hesitation.

"If you were a miner, after seeing those who organized opposition to the group getting raises, promotions, and a better life, while you face dismissal and your family becoming homeless, what would you think? If you were a miner who didn’t participate in the event and saw this outcome, what would you think?"

The man snickered, and his footsteps gradually faded, "Locke, you can be greedy, you can be bad, but I won’t allow you to be stupid. If you can’t understand all this, then maybe it’s time you made way for the younger generation."

At that moment, the man seemed to notice the camera, he raised his hand, and the video abruptly ended.

...

He Ao closed the video window. This was a video from a storage chip left to Nell by his fifth sister. In addition to this video, there were many files on the chip.

The names of these files were inconsistent, seemingly copied from different folders by his fifth sister.