I arranged the system

Chapter 38 The Truth
"Hey, it's true, master, I'm going to meet them right away." Dabai hurried out.

"Wait, I'll open the door for you remotely."

About half an hour later, Dabai happily returned to the main control room with one person and one ball.

"Old Man He, where did you go this afternoon?" Fan Bei asked with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, Mr. Fan, I just took my Iron Ball owner out for a walk. He looked very happy," Chef He said seriously, "Maybe I don't understand the rules here. If you need to go in and out, With your permission, I will definitely pay attention next time and apply to you in advance."

Very well, everyone is not stupid.

Fan Bei smiled in his heart, would there be any fools who can survive until now?Even if there is, it must be good luck or a fool with a backing.

He smiled honestly: "Okay, next time you go out, apply in advance, after all, it's quite dangerous here."

"Thank you, then I'll get to work." Chef He secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and put the iron ball on the ground. Fortunately, the owner of this refuge seems to be easy to fool.

Dabai had already jumped on the iron ball, licked and scratched, barking loudly.

"Xiao Bai, are you alright?"

"I'm tired and don't want to talk to you stupid dog who can't even watch the ball."

"I was wrong, and this will never happen in the future."

"Dabai, let's go eat quickly, and we have to clean up the residential area in the afternoon." Fan Bei called Dabai.

Fortunately, Chef He cooked another meal before leaving, which seemed to be able to perfectly cover up the fact that he was fleeing.

A real fugitive, who would have the heart to cook the last meal for the host?

After one person and one dog had eaten, Fan Bei and Da Bai took iron balls to clean up the residential area, while Chef He continued to do various chores and clean up after eating.

However, the ground was only dragged halfway, and he sat on the floor weakly against the wall, holding his head, with a look of despair and resignation.

Telling the truth, can you guarantee the other party to give yourself freedom?

Impossible, the other party only wants an absolutely reliable servant, no, a puppet.

If you don't say anything, the other party will know the truth sooner or later. Although this has not been circulated, it is not an absolute secret. Anyone who has the financial resources to hire the servants of the Silver Chamber of Commerce knows it.

Could it be that only by turning oneself into a beast can one regain the future.

In the wasteland, is it really so difficult to trust each other?
Could it be that only by turning people into machines and puppets can they use them with peace of mind?

Who can save himself?

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, by the way, that iron ball, that thing that Xie Bo and the others mentioned.

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Residential area of ​​refuge.

In a newly cleaned house, Fan Bei was debugging the radio station that had been moved from the main control room, and began to contact the people in Copper Fort according to the recorded radio frequency.

There, there was a person he could trust very much. After all, that person was bound to the good guy system.

What he wants to ask will not involve the interests of the other party, and the answers he gets should be credible.

After repeated debugging, he finally connected with the other party's radio station.

"This is Copper Fort, please tell us your identity."

"I am Vault 364, and I request to speak to your President Lang Sheng." Fan Bei said seriously.

"Please wait."

Fan Bei waited patiently for half an hour, and finally a new radio wave came from there.

"Hello, Mr. Fan, what's the matter?"

"Hello, President Lang Sheng, I have something very important and I want to consult you."

"Oh, please, helping others makes me happy."

"You are such a nice fellow."

"Hahahaha, everyone has been saying that recently..."

After a while of conversation, Fan Bei got an all-knowing and endless answer from the other party.

"The Silver Chamber of Commerce is very deep and powerful. Brother, I dare not offend them publicly, but the strange thing is that they are very particular about the spirit of contract and business rules. You have nothing to say." Lang Sheng finally reminded.

"Thank you, President Lang, for your kindness."

"It should be, after all, I am a good person."

"Well, you are indeed, I have always trusted you very much." Fan Bei admitted while pinching his nose.

The communication was finally cut off, he sighed deeply, and he knew a lot of things again.

No wonder Chef He wanted to run away, no wonder the other party said the words before: "Not motivated to work? It doesn't exist."

It turns out that if you sign your real name or fingerprint on that employment contract, under the constraints of the mysterious guarantor, the other person's self-thinking will gradually be suppressed by the employer, his personality will be eliminated, and finally it will gradually transform into A puppet who only knows how to obey orders.

This is the so-called "the master's will is my will".

Without ego, of course she is absolutely reliable, and will only obey the orders of the master.

This really meets the current needs of many people in the wasteland.

The disintegration of order, the scattered shelters, and the settlements built at a huge cost have actually become the private property of the survivors.

Because no one will come to claim their ownership, the survivors have complete freedom to dispose of these wealth as long as it is not taken away by others.

Just like Fan Bei now, it seems that he only has one person and one dog, but in fact, he is already equivalent to a billionaire in his previous life!

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the existing 80 kilograms of gold, there were more than 300 per gram in the previous life, which is 2400 million working capital.

Not to mention the fixed assets, agricultural areas, generator rooms, fuel, rooms, gilded and silvered gate walls.

As long as Dabai becomes more powerful, then corrected and improved, this shelter will become another miniature copper castle.

In this case, as the order begins to improve and civilization is rebuilt, who doesn't worry that their wealth will be snatched away by outsiders before dawn?
You know, the survivors, like Fan Bei, managed to survive 10, 20, or even 30 years!

They finally occupy such a large amount of wealth for nothing, which is impossible for most people to earn in their lifetime. At this time, it is natural to watch it hard.

It is impossible for servants who cannot be absolutely trusted to hire them with confidence.

And the influence of the Silver Chamber of Commerce will gradually spread to every refuge along with these absolutely reliable servants.

Fan Bei had been isolated from the outside world before, so he didn't have a clear understanding of this problem.

After what happened with Chef He and the actions of the Silver Chamber of Commerce, he had a personal understanding of the new world background.

He looked up and suddenly laughed.

Fortunately, fortunately, I got the "Father of the System", able to concoct a good guy system, remove the threat of Bronze Fort, and have the reliable force of Dabai.

Otherwise, the billionaire who took 15 years to become a billionaire after his rebirth would be lost in vain.

However, is the servant puppet of the Silver Chamber of Commerce so trustworthy?
He once watched a foreign movie about a very loyal servant who gradually gained the trust of his master, sowed away the relatives of the master, got the will, then slowly killed the master, and finally got all the property.

Believe in them, it is better to believe in yourself, believe in "Father of the System", it is time to make the third system, but this time, it must be released remotely.

The corner of Fan Bei's mouth twitched, and he looked at the illusory white book in front of him emitting white light.

"Dabai, let's get to work. Today we must finish the residential area, and I'll ask Old Man He to cook something delicious for you." He turned to Dabai, who was playing ball at the door, and encouraged him loudly.

"Uh, master, Xiaobai just said that there might be something wrong with the meal that guy cooked in the morning, which made the two of us sleep to death by noon. Don't let him cook in the future, let him do chores." Dabai "Wow woof" cried.

"It could be like this? We also ate the lunch at noon, so there is no problem?" Fan Bei said with a sad face, "Oh, why is it so difficult to trust people in this wasteland? I I still want to treat him like my own family, and I want to pay him an extra salary."

"Master, you are so kind." Dabai leaned his head over and comforted him vigorously.

"Yeah, I'm just too kind. If I stay alone for too long and lose touch with society, it's really easy to become naive and trust people too easily." Fan Bei was seriously doing self-examination.

Dabai hurriedly yelled: "Don't worry, master, Xiaobai is cunning enough, with him around, we won't suffer big losses."

The rolling iron ball suddenly changed direction, aimed at the big white tail, and crushed it...

(End of this chapter)