It feels like something heavy is pressing down on my shoulders.

This is fatigue.

Is it because I have been concentrating just now?

However, it should be impossible for concentration to be exhausted just like this.

"So... you've run out of MP...?"

How could this be...If the total amount of magic power is predetermined, it means that Feng Qingyu's magic power can only shoot out two water bullets.

No matter how you look at it, this is too little, isn't it? Or is it because this is the first time I use magic, so I lost some magic power in vain, is that right?

No, there's no way such a stupid thing could happen.

To be on the safe side, Feng Qingyu decided to shoot the water bullet again, resulting in loss of consciousness.

1. May your journey be smooth.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening in Casimir local time when we boarded the aircraft. Traveling is a very tiring thing. Even if you don't have to carry a lot of luggage, rushing to the airport and going through all kinds of messy procedures is enough to torture you.

For Feng Qingyu, the term "travel fatigue" does not refer to things that happen during the journey that make the body tired, but specifically refers to the act of taking the means of transportation itself.

The torture of hard seats on trains is even worse. Aircraft are always a little more comfortable than trains, even if only a little.

She didn't want to sit together with other passengers because she had no one traveling with her, so she bought an extra ticket before departure and bought the empty seat next to her to place her backpack.

The travel plans were made in a hurry, for example, the school suddenly notified that they would go on an autumn outing in half an hour, and the students didn't even buy snacks.

Although I was in a hurry, I did buy some snacks. I bought quite a lot of them, filling up my entire backpack.

The airline food sold on the aircraft definitely doesn't taste very good, so there's no need to waste that much money. Feng Qingyu doesn't like to buy food on the train either.

The LCD screen in front of the seat was playing the live broadcast of the Casimir Special Championship. The protagonist in the picture was a familiar face, the blond Pegasus wielding a sword and spear.

The appearance of the Nightmare Chaser Knight is very distinctive, especially the red mask with horns on his face and the unique style of armor. Unlike the ones worn by the knights in Casimir, his armor is composed of multiple silver diamond-shaped metal pieces arranged in a combination, which looks soft and light.

Feng Qingyu only watched it for a few minutes and then turned it off.

It doesn’t matter whether he watches the game or not, Feng Qingyu knows that Lin Guang will definitely win.

I still have time to think about the factory before I go home. To be more precise, it is a collective strike. The workers have not received their wages for several months and their families are so poor that they can barely make ends meet.

The situation in Victoria is now rather turbulent, with riots of varying degrees occurring everywhere. Shops are finding it difficult to operate, production is hampered, and companies cannot pay wages without economic benefits, leading to a vicious cycle.

If inheriting a family business in its heyday is equivalent to starting a strategy game on "easy" difficulty, then the situation I am facing is at least above "difficult".

"With thousands of employees, how much salary would it take to stabilize their economy?"

My head aches.

It's not just the boss who has a headache, the people in charge of financial reconciliation should be even more uncomfortable. There are a lot of messy accounts, and each person needs to calculate the wages of dozens of people. The documents are probably piled up on the desk.

When it came to the solution to the broken capital chain, Feng Qingyu first thought of reducing the scale of the industry, retaining some production lines to continue production, turning the accumulated materials in the warehouse into commodities, and then exchanging the commodities for money, thus ensuring the survival of the family while still being able to pay the workers' wages.

When the Feng family started their business, their pillar industries were all light industries, such as alcohol and sugar making, as well as some products that can be found everywhere in life, such as instant noodles, wafer biscuits, and beverages.

As the industrial chain expanded, the things produced gradually changed from food to other things, such as various industrial materials and high-tech products, and the workers on the food production line were required to transform and do other things.

Compared to those things, the profit of food is indeed small. If you want to make money quickly, you’d better go into heavy industry.

Compared with Raytheon Industries and some large companies in Columbia, Feng's products have no advantages at all and are not sold cheaply, so they have never had particularly good sales.

In this case, just cut it off to save costs.

After some thought, Feng Qingyu decided to revive the past food manufacturing industry and abandon projects that no longer had any advantages.

At this time, a stewardess pushing a beverage cart passed by. She spoke fluent Victorian, but her face looked very Sargon.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

"Give me a Coke."

"Please wait."

A wheat-colored hand handed over a glass of iced cola. Feng Qingyu thanked the stewardess and drank most of it in one gulp.

At this time, the aircraft had already taken off for fifteen minutes. Victoria and Casimir were not far apart in a straight line, separated only by a sea and some islands, and a round trip could be made in a few hours.

After distributing drinks, the flight attendants began to distribute midnight snacks.

The midnight snack was a baked good, which looked average, and the taste was probably not far from its appearance. The plain and simple pastry had a very poor control of the heat, and the outer layer was baked dry, hard and rough, and did not have the soft texture that pastries should have.

After evaluating the outside, it's time to evaluate the inside.

The filling tastes like greasy sweet saccharin, which is not authentic jam at all. It should be a defective product sold by cheap pastry manufacturers. It is full of industrial flavor and cannot be compared with the things made by technicians in high-end Western pastry shops.

From the inside to the outside, it is filled with the smell of industrial assembly lines.

"It tastes terrible."

Feng Qingyu couldn't swallow it, so he spit out the cake in his mouth and opened his backpack. In the backpack was the bread he bought from Casimir Bakery. The price was not too expensive, but he could definitely swallow it normally.

Other passengers also complained that the cakes were so unpalatable that few actually ate them.

Soon, the smell of instant noodles began to fill the narrow cabin.

The pungent smell of the soup made Feng Qingyu's nose feel uncomfortable, so she had to temporarily hide in the rest area in front. The rest area was divided into a smaller area as a smoking area, which was just right for entertainment.

Ever since I left Rhodes Island, the feeling of guilt has been with me.

The phone was just lying in her pocket, with the vibration and sound turned off, and she didn't know how many new messages there were. She wanted to check but didn't dare, fearing that when she unlocked the screen, she would see a bunch of messages scolding her for leaving without saying goodbye.

Escaping will never solve problems, Feng Qingyu decided to face them.

"Sorry……"

She said the same thing in her mouth and in her mind at the same time, and turned her eyes to the small screen. Unexpectedly, although there were many people sending messages, no one came specifically to blame her.

From the beginning to the end, it was all encouraging content.

The expressions are different, but the core is the same, that is, I hope she can cheer up, get out of the shadow of the decline of the family business as soon as possible, and return to the embrace of Rhodes Island.

Feng Qingyu was very moved. Her body felt like it was soaked in hot water. The warmth flowing from all directions wrapped her up, and her uneasy mood disappeared.

The hand holding the cigarette was shaking, but now it's fine.

The first message came from Kal'tsit, whom I had met in the evening. The first sentence was "It's a nice night tonight." Kal'tsit couldn't have sent a message just to chat about the weather, and basically she wouldn't take the initiative to send a message.

Often Feng Qingyu would send ten messages, and Kal'tsit would reply with one, or even read the message without replying.

The message did not contain much content, just a few sentences. The short length revealed a strong sense of loneliness.

[I was on the deck when you left. Watching you walk down the gangway of Rhodes Island and into the night of Casimir, I felt a little depressed. Finally, I wish you a smooth journey ahead.]

This is probably the most explicit emotional outburst by an old woman so far.

2. Abandoned plot horror story

After reading the message, Feng Qingyu asked her, "Are you okay?"

The vague sorrow, along with the words “May you have a smooth journey ahead,” seeped into every cell of the body, exacerbating the guilt that was already about to overflow.

Facts have proved that the one who suffers from leaving without saying goodbye is myself.

Kal'tsit: Nothing can happen to the pilot of Rhodes Island. So, I am now as calm as the sea of ​​Iberia. But, I won't have enough fun tomorrow night.

Feng Qingyu: How are your kidneys? Mine are not very well anymore, and I still have back pain.

Kal'tsit: Drink more hot water. I have work to do, so excuse me. You still owe me 114514 times, and you can pay me back slowly in the future. Although I am a little old, my memory is good and I will never make a mistake in numbers. That's it, goodbye.

The conversation ended after a subtle string of numbers appeared.

Now I still don't know the real feelings of the old lynx, and I don't have much energy to think about it. Feng Qingyu stuffed the bread into his mouth and looked through a few documents sent by the housekeeper.

One of them was a list of people working in the manor. Before the accident, the Feng family employed quite a few servants, hundreds of them, but now there are less than a third left.

The servants have not received their wages for more than three months, and some have not received any wages for almost half a year. Living in the master's house with food and shelter is fine, but those with families have to take money home every month to relieve their partners' work pressure, pay for their children's tuition and living expenses, and support their parents.

It is difficult to live without money. The consumption level in Victoria is not low. It would be difficult for a family with children to rely on only one person.

Feng Qingyu lost all desire to sleep when he thought of those servants who were like hungry chicks waiting for him to feed them their wages.

The airtight aircraft, coupled with slight vibrations, felt like sitting in a rocking chair, making people drowsy. The huge pressure made them less sleepy, and they could not fall asleep peacefully even if they closed their eyes while leaning against the seat.

The family certainly didn't have the money to continue hiring so many servants, so most of them had to be fired. The housekeeper had said from the beginning that he wanted to stay and live and die with the Feng family, even if there was no salary.

When she was one-third of the way through the journey, she couldn't help being sleepy and fell asleep. She arrived in Victoria the next morning, just as the sun was about to rise.

The only person who came to greet them was the butler Uncle Qi, who looked very haggard, with dark circles under his eyes. He must have been harassed by debt collectors, and had been restless for days.

When it comes to being in debt, one has to think in the worst possible way.

A group of gangsters dressed in shabby clothes, with various tattoos on their arms, cigarettes in their mouths, machetes and iron bars came to the door, looking aggressive, cursing a lot of ugly words, and threatening to do something bad if the money was not returned.

There are often such people on the streets of Longmen. Every few days, a gangster is beaten to death because he cannot pay his debts and his body is left on the street.

"Want a cigarette?"

Feng Qingyu squeezed a cigarette out of the cigarette box.

The housekeeper is also addicted to smoking, but he does not smoke during working hours. He only finds a deserted place to enjoy it after finishing his work. His attitude towards work is impeccable.

He is so listless, he must need something to refresh himself.

"Miss... Thank you. You have worked hard on this journey. I will ask Missyvia to prepare breakfast and bath water for you, and the room has been cleaned up. Missyvia was a maid who came here a few years ago. She wanted to stay and help the Feng family overcome the difficulties. She is a good child."

"I know. When the factory starts to make money, I'll give her a raise and assign her the position of head maid."

"Miss, are you okay?"

The housekeeper had a sad face. Looking at Feng Qingyu, he was so optimistic that he didn't look like someone whose family was bankrupt. Either he really didn't care, or he was so shocked that he went crazy and pretended to be relaxed in front of others.

The first one is impossible, it should be the second one.

It was useless to cry at this point. Feng Qingyu thought of an old friend who was not really a friend, Hei, the personal bodyguard of the daughter of Mayor Xiosta. Her experience seemed even more tragic.

Not only was he infected with oripathy and ostracized, but his parents also died a violent death. He had no choice but to become a killer with blood on his hands, dealing with all kinds of dirty things.

If we really want to compare misery, there are many miserable people on the land of Terra, so there is really no need to be too depressed.

"I'm really fine. Let's go back first. I plan to go to the factory for inspection after getting up, and discuss the salary issue with you later."

"You have worked hard."

The two of them came to the airport parking lot, and the butler drove the car in person. All the other cars in the garage were mortgaged to pay off debts, and this car was spared because it was too old and was idle in an old warehouse.

It is indeed inconvenient to have no means of transportation, especially in sparsely populated areas. Taxis and other means of transportation are expensive, so it is more economical to have your own car.

The factory also produces fuel for other cars, so you don’t have to spend money to buy it for the time being.

The only drawback is that the performance of the car has reached the stage of being scrapped. Not only is it extremely noisy, but the balance is also very poor. When driving on a flat asphalt road, it feels as bumpy as driving through ravines in the mountains, and the shock absorption function is also non-existent.

Although it is a bit torturous, it is a little more comfortable than walking on the road without any transportation.

By the time I get back to the Feng family manor, I will definitely be about to vomit.

The housekeeper did not take the main road, but chose a very remote road. There was not even a decent road there, and the entire plot of land was abandoned.

There are factories all around, and the abandoned factory building is still relatively intact in appearance, standing alone in its original place, ruthlessly abandoned by the world.

Originally, this was the production line location of a large tea company. In its heyday, each factory had 200 people producing at the same time, and the company had tens of thousands of employees.

In just one year, strange things happened one after another in the factory.

When passing by, Feng Qingyu specifically asked about the factory. The housekeeper didn't want to talk about it at first, but he couldn't stand her nagging and finally opened his mouth.

"Actually... these things are not auspicious. I didn't tell you because I was worried that it would ruin your mood. Since you are interested, I will treat it as a story."

The car stopped outside temporarily. The dark entrance to the factory building was like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, waiting to swallow up anyone who tried to explore its secrets, and let them disappear into the darkness along with the dusty secrets.

While chatting, they each lit another cigarette.

"I went to the factory to look for my old friend, who was an immigrant from Yan Country to Victoria. I called him Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang was a maintenance worker in the workshop. He usually inspected and repaired the equipment in the tea factory. He didn't talk much."

The butler took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down.

"He was the protagonist of the first incident. That day was a very ordinary working day. Zhang suddenly seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. He picked up a hoe and started chopping, and just happened to kill the youngest son of the owner of the tea company. The young master came to the factory for an inspection that day and encountered a sudden disaster. Half of his head was cut off..."

"hiss……"

Feng Qingyu took a breath of cold air.

This would be perfect for a horror story collection.

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