They all call me the Outer God

"That's best." Riya knocked her stick on the ground and stuffed a silver coin into the other party. The other party instantly became overjoyed after biting the silver coin.

He didn't care whether Riya was really from the upper class or not. Someone who could spend so generously couldn't be fake.

Soon, the overjoyed factory owner quickly took Riya into the factory and invited Riya to visit the latest batch of machinery produced.

"Sir, you see, our workshop produces separate components. Most of them are finally shipped to Grani Town for assembly. Of course, some are assembled by ourselves. You can take a look here."

After saying that, he led Riya to the assembly workshop, where a group of people were making mechanized movements with their faces numb, picking up and placing parts, more like machines than the most numb machines.

"What's going on? What's the etiquette I taught you? Smile, smile for me!"

Those people trembled all over, twisted their facial muscles, and showed ugly smiles.

"Tsk!"

The factory owner was obviously dissatisfied with these employees. He picked up the whip next to him and wanted to whip them, but Riya raised his cane to stop him.

"Don't worry about etiquette for now, let's talk about other things.

When I came here before, I saw severe smog around me and the smell was extremely pungent. Does this have anything to do with you? "

As soon as these words were spoken, the factory owner's expression froze and he put on a flattering mask: "Isn't it that the demand for steel has been greater recently, so the amount of coal used has been several times more than usual. Sir, in your daily life In the upper class, it's natural that we can't stand it, but we still have to develop.

If you want to smelt steel, there will always be a place that is polluted. If you want to clean up the garbage, there will always be a place to bury it. Don’t you think that’s wrong? "

Riya smiled slightly and placed the Dream Coal Lamp on the table next to her: "You are right."

"Right, so there is nothing wrong with what I do. The existence of the factory can actually help those poor townspeople transform and let them abandon the backward agriculture and textile industry... Wait, sir, are you getting a little close?"

"Will it?"

Ria slowly stretched out a hand and grabbed his collar, then with a little force, she grabbed the collar and lifted the man up from the ground, so that the other person's eyes were level with hers.

The factory owner only felt that his collar was being grasped so tightly that he could not breathe at all. Soon, his face became red because gas could not be exchanged smoothly in the lungs.

"I'm discussing the pollution problem with you, and then I'm going to talk about the monthly income of these employees. You're talking about these messy things with me, changing the concept and completely removing yourself?

Convert other people's misfortunes into your joy, a bunch of social pests. "

"...Are you...fake?" The factory owner was trembling all over, and with great effort he took out the gun from his pocket and put it against Riya's abdomen, and pulled the trigger, but after a muffled sound, nothing happened. Just a smiling Riya and the bullet that hit the ground.

At the critical moment, little Shival stretched out a piece of feather to block the host's attack. Although it knew that a bullet would most likely not kill Riya, it still refused to let others hurt the host.

Riya: "Your reward is a bullet. In exchange for a bullet, I unilaterally declare that the transaction will not be established.

Because what I want to replace is not just a bullet,

I want your whole factory. "

After speaking, he took the factory owner to a deserted place. Several workers did not blink. They had no interest in what was going to happen next and were still doing their jobs numbly.

However, due to the request of the factory owner just now, each of them now grinned with a standard eight teeth, and smiled extremely weirdly.

Amidst the collision of steel and the "rumbling" of machinery, the sharp screams were quickly drowned. For some reason, the smiles on the workers' faces became more eager. Gradually, tears oozed from the corners of their eyes. Drops falling on an unassembled steam engine

Tears slid down the fuselage and fell to the ground, splashing some dust and dyeing the ground dark.

When I saw the factory owner again, the gentleman in black had already disappeared into the gray mist with a cane and a coal lamp. His behavior was extremely appropriate and his etiquette was impeccable, leaving no doubt that he was the real factory owner. noble.

But the factory owner had completely changed his appearance. He was missing an arm, an eye and half a calf, and crawled out from the dark corner.

Just when everyone thought he was going to yell, he actually kept hitting the ground with his forehead in the direction of Riya's departure, and muttering something incomprehensible.

"Praise to you!

Praise you!

You are the real...real God! "

No one can imagine what kind of torture this man just endured.

Like a demon, the young man exchanged one of his own eyes for his eyes, and then exchanged his eyes for his arms, and his arms for his legs.

If he hadn't finally passed out, it's hard to believe what would have happened next.

But that's just the beginning of the nightmare.

The young man forced him to wake up and asked a lot of questions. He had to stay awake to speak these words. If there were any signs of continuing to faint, the man would torture him even more.

What's even more terrifying is that the factory owner Maierdan found that he was completely unable to generate any murderous intention. Many golden eyes appeared on the surface of the man's body. Under their gaze, Maierdan only felt that he was a pitiful being judged by the gods. insect.

He deserved all the punishment he received.

Finally, he gave up everything, including his factory, and chose to believe in a "new god".

According to that person's instructions, he should become a model factory owner and stop withholding anyone's wages.

Yes, he also needs to buy filters for the factory and add handicraft workshops...

When Meldan thought that he could do something that would make him happy, he was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He touched his pocket and wanted to take out the silver coin he received to praise the gods, but he felt nothing in his pocket.

Only then did he remember that the silver coin had been taken away long ago.

"Ahahaha, hahahaha! Wise move, worthy of you--

We should all praise you and sing praises to you!

You are great, noble, and the embodiment of wealth!"

At this moment, Riya didn't know how much influence he had brought to Meldan.

When he left the factory, it was already morning, and the appearance of the sun gradually dispelled the thick haze, making the vision clear again.

Riya stuffed the dream coal lamp to little Shival, and also stuffed the silver coin he had brought back to it.

The silver coin was bought with most of the money he won from the casino. It was just for this silver coin that the people in the casino fought over it and refused to let Riya leave the place unscathed.

Riya had no choice but to beat them up and fully explain to them the harm of "gambling" and let everyone stay away from gambling.