The man wearing the golden crying mask is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp.
He had already heard the clues from the organizer's words, so he used the precondition of "us at this moment" when asking questions.
In fact, many people haven't realized it yet... There is also a prerequisite in the organizer's words, that is, "people who have become my property"; that is, before they become his "things", he will still put You treat it as a human being; as for a "human", he will naturally keep his promise.
However, once you choose to accept the sponsor's "protection", or... "slavery", then you need to make corresponding awareness and psychological preparations.
The so-called "losing all rights as a person" is not just talk.
It's not bad for you to kill people...
Not only can he "make you" do anything, but if you don't do it, he can do anything "to you".
No one is going to save you, just like no one is going to save a "thing" that belongs to someone else.
"Is it interesting to ask about murder? The imagination is too lacking." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue spoke again, and he said loudly to the organizer on the second floor, "I'll just ask... If you like, Your Excellency Would it be possible to make us into human centipedes? Or make us film hard-tasting movies with other species, or kill us and sell our organs?"
Before he finished speaking, the crowd in the venue was already in an uproar.
Although Feng Bujue's tone was very relaxed when he said this, he still managed to cause a little panic.
"Heh..." The organizer laughed again, and after just a few minutes of brief contact, he already felt strongly... that man wearing a crow mask is a person similar to himself—a lunatic.
"Yes." A few seconds later, the host responded to Brother Jue's question with a calm tone and clear articulation.
This time, the crowd below was completely blown up, and the whispering turned into a commotion.
"It's my freedom to use these 'things' as I want." But the organizer immediately added, "However... I can assure you that the examples mentioned by this gentleman... have never happened so far." He After a pause, "Actually, I never let anyone who failed in this game kill anyone."
The organizer spread his hands and said in a calm tone: "If I want to die alone, I will hire professional people to deal with it. I have no reason to find someone who has no experience or relevant skills to do this kind of thing. Something." He said, turning his face slowly. Make a gesture of looking around the audience, and then say, "Everyone... has something they are good at; there is no doubt that all of you present have outstanding talents in a certain field, and what I want is nothing more than your own talents. 'Talent' only."
He is lying.
Not everyone can know it, but some people can see it...
Feng Bujue understood very well that the organizer's words at this time were half-truths and half-false, and its core intention... To put it bluntly, it was to appease and fool this group of people, so that no one would choose to accept his "protection" for a while.
"Of course. I won't be too polite." The host is a person who is well versed in the changes of people's hearts and has a strong language ability. After some soothing words, he continued with a more ruthless content. "If you think you're going to get a salary and vacation after accepting my 'protection'... then you're thinking too much; what's waiting for you... is nothing but dead jobs and basic subsistence until you've paid off There's no way out until you owe me'."
"I owe you..." At this time, the chunky man wearing a Peking Opera mask asked again, "...does it mean the money you used when accepting your protection?"
"Hehe... this gentleman understands it really quickly." The sponsor replied with a smile. "In this world, more than 90% of the things can be solved with money. So...whether it is debt or crime, no matter what you have done outside, as long as you are willing to accept my 'protection'. I can use money to replace You solve it. From then on, all your debts have been transferred to me alone." At this point, he began to further induce, "And my creditor... is also reasonable; Years later, if you successfully pay off your debts to me, you can regain your freedom... Heh... Of course. The specific number of years depends on the amount of your debts and the efficiency of your 'labor value'."
"Hmph... Is it equivalent to reforming through labor at your place?" In the crowd, another man wearing a white opera mask responded with a cold snort.
"Hmph... Laogai?" The organizer also responded with a cold snort of disdain, "Can Laogai free you from the predicament in front of you?" He asked back, "I said-'I want your talents. ', I will let you shine in the 'suitable position' instead of asking you to do some simple labor that anyone can complete. If I want to find a group of people suitable for working in sweatshops, I will Open another game and draw up another guest list." He smiled, "Heh... the kind of person who owes hundreds of thousands of gambling debts and knows that he will never pay off the debts with his own abilities, but Everywhere...”
These few paragraphs from the host are like sugar and whip, he gave the following group of people a little sense of superiority, but also a sense of reality, and most importantly... gave them "hope".
This group of people is the desperate, desperate type.
Under such induction, they are prone to "fluke".
Yes, accepting the "protection" of the host is scary; but... so what about getting back to shore
Back on shore, you face huge debts, prison time, or both.
Living in the shadow of debt day after day, or spending long years behind bars, and becoming a marginalized person who is difficult to integrate into society after being released from prison...
Dragging down the family, being abandoned, being discriminated against, life... no more chances.
As a group of people who once occupied certain social resources, they understand how the world works better than those who have never stood on a high ground. They have seen more darkness and understand the so-called human nature better...
They know that falling is not terrible... the terrible thing is losing the opportunity to climb again. In this world, "opportunities" have always been in the hands of a few people. Most people just drift with the tide in a mediocre way. People with resources easily preempt.
Therefore, they also know very well that leaving this ship... is tantamount to giving up the last "chance".
Compared to "clearly visible despair". Perhaps, the "obscure abyss" provided by the sponsor is more attractive to them.
...
"I can do it."
"How many storms and waves I have experienced, this is nothing."
"It's just working day and night. It's like a high loan with labor as collateral..."
"No matter what, it's better than going out to do a low-level job and being debted every day."
"Grit your teeth, according to my words, ten years... no. It will be paid off in five years, and then I can go back outside and make a comeback."
"Moreover… "
"Moreover… "
"Moreover… "
"I... may not lose!"
"Yes, as long as you win..."
"If you win, not only will you be able to pay off your debts, but you will also have a surplus."
"There are a total of eight places."
"How can someone as outstanding as me not even be in the top eight?"
...
While the host was speaking, the guests were also struggling in their hearts, weighing the pros and cons of the two options...
Under the double fluke and illusion of "I can win" and "receiving protection can also turn over", most people tend to the second option.
"Okay... I think everyone understands the way out after these two failures." The organizer didn't let them think for too long. He opened the mouth and said, "I don't want to waste any more time answering all the details down to 'things' one by one..."
When he said this, he took a special look at Feng Bujue. Even though he was wearing a mask, Brother Jue noticed the sight and responded with a sneer.
"In short, the right to choose is in your hands. I don't want you to accept my 'protection'. If you want to disembark after failure, please feel free." The organizer shrugged, "But... before I announce the rules of the game. Everyone A choice has to be made first."
Before he finished speaking, several entrances on the first floor were opened one after another, and some men in suits and sunglasses came out with a blank expression on their faces pushing a trolley.
The things on those carts were all the same—pens, contracts, cash.
"Everyone, I'll just say what I'm going to say next, so please listen carefully." When the organizer said this, the men in suits had already pushed the carts to several designated positions and stood still, "Today we will There are more than one games to be played, and each of them requires 'chips', and this chip, I will 'loan' it to you."
At this time, the attention of the crowd has basically been attracted by the small "Mountains of Bills" around them, and the carts are filled with US dollars. By visual inspection, each cart is piled with more than five million dollars. Banknotes (in the universe where Feng Bujue lives, the evil American emperor has canceled the 100 and 50 dollar bills many years ago in order to reduce the crime rate to a certain extent and remove the obstacles to the implementation of the negative interest rate policy. Therefore, these The carts are filled with $20 bills).
"Every guest can borrow from the staff, and the loan amount is limited to 20,000 to 100,000 U.S. dollars." The organizer's explanation continued, "Please don't borrow in units below '10,000', it will be too late It's time. After the loan is completed, the amount you received will be used in future games... Of course, the money will also have to be returned." When he said this, he paused for two seconds consciously, "The winner of the game doesn't have to Said, to you, this little money is nothing, you can pay it back in the future; and among the losers...those who choose to accept my 'protection', don't care about these, the part you don't pay, will be Included in the 'you owe me' funds; however, those who choose to leave the ship after failing... you better be prepared, I will not eat the 'debt is not worrying'. Once my ship, you will no longer be my 'guests'; at that time, I will only give you one month to pay back the money, and after one month, I will use a more effective way than any loan shark you know Debt paid off."
The "method" he mentioned, in fact, many people in this venue know...
Leaving aside the factors of gender and appearance, every healthy adult can squeeze at least about half a million (RMB) worth.
According to the (this universe, current era) exchange rate, it is almost exactly one hundred thousand US dollars.
Of course... the result of this "squeeze" usually means death.
"I have prepared two kinds of loan contracts, one is for 'disembarking after losing the game', and the other is for 'receiving protection after losing the game', please decide for yourself which one to sign, and... the Fill in the amount." As the sponsor spoke, he waved his hand and signaled the men in suits holding the glass cabinets around him to leave, "You have fifteen minutes to make a decision, and then exchange the contract for cash After saying this, his tone changed slightly, and he added, "Oh, that's right. Please don't sign some messy names on the contract and try to fish in troubled waters, because when you borrow money, you need to bring the 'magnetic card' of your room. And hand it over, your identities will not be confused... Random signatures and other behaviors are just self-defeating."
After all, the organizer paused for another second, took half a step back, and said very politely: "Then... Everyone, please forgive me for leaving for a while."
...
After the sponsor left the main hall, a depressive silence fell.
Those small groups who talked happily just now, as if seeing each other for too long, are also silent at this time.
Everyone is doing ideological struggle and calculating their own accounts.
No one consults with others... because here, no one really trusts others.
clatter—
At this moment of silence, suddenly, the sound of flipping paper came from somewhere.
At this moment, people's eyes were naturally attracted by the voice.
But when they heard the sound and turned their heads, Feng Bujue had already picked up a pen, filled in the amount of 100,000 on the contract, and signed the name "Jiang Daode" cleanly.
"Take the money." After signing, Brother Jue handed the contract and his magnetic card to several men in suits, saying these two words concisely.
In order to prevent anyone from fishing in troubled waters, three men in suits stood beside each cart.
"Uh..." After the group was stunned for three or four seconds, one of the men in suits came to his senses and accepted Feng Bujue's contract and magnetic card.
He glanced at the amount and signature on the contract, and then read: "Ten... one hundred thousand..."
Then, he turned his head to look at the colleague beside him and nodded.
Another man in a suit nodded in response, then picked up a sealable plastic bag and started filling it with money. .