Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

They sprinkled the salt crystals they had sun-dried on the beach into the seawater, while others turned on machines, which emitted a strange, teeth-grinding squeaking sound.

Soon, something was pulled out of the water.

It turned out to be a very tightly stitched metal mesh, and as it was being dragged out, a large amount of seawater seeped out of it.

However, some of the seawater mysteriously remained in the metal net and was then pulled ashore!

Fishing in the sea?

"These are Dragon King Ants!"

Lingling exclaimed in surprise, "These workers know that Dragon King Ants like sea salt, and they even take advantage of this to catch them!"

What kind of otherworldly version of the burrowing hermit?

Xu Fang looked closely and saw that in the fishing net, the Dragon King Ant tried to bite open the net with its mandibles, which were strong enough to crush hard concrete, but only left shallow scratches.

The subsequent dragon ants followed suit, attacking and biting repeatedly, but the result was the same.

The dragon ants began to grow restless. They crawled rapidly inside the metal mesh, their antennae constantly touching the impenetrable barrier, searching for a breakthrough but to no avail.

"Why are these villagers catching dragon ants? Are they raising them?" Lingling frowned.

Xu Fang did not answer. He took out several worker bees from the Hidden Star and released them. The military-grade worker bees silently blended into the night.

How could these ordinary workers, Muggles with no magical abilities, possibly discover something as small as a fly?

Soon, the worker bees had their harvest.

In another room, rows of workbenches were scattered about, with raw mineral samples extracted from the bodies of the Dragon King Ants on them.

These samples contained body fluids, tissue fragments, and impurities such as soil from the dragon king ants.

The workers roughly picked up the dragon ants one by one and fixed them directly to a specially made device.

Bang!

Bang!

The scene was brutal, with the Dragon King Ant's bodily fluids splattering everywhere and the air filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Wow————! ! !

The specially formulated solution washes away impurities as it flows, leaving behind purer mineral particles.

These particles were sealed, packaged, and shipped away.

Xu Fang opened up a poison-based space, sent over a few poisonous insects, and quickly retrieved several bottles of samples.

Sound system analysis activated!

“This thing is very strong, even stronger than the embankment stone,” Xu Fang said.

Without considering the Earth Core Barrier, Embankment Stone is the top-tier building material, bar none!

Even a monster like the Dragon King Ant can only accumulate, not digest, this kind of material!

The two went directly into the factory.

The workers were extremely flustered when they were suddenly intruded upon.

Xu Fang and Lingling's fair skin and healthy physiques, which showed no signs of hunger or hardship, made them look like gentlemen from the inner city!

Pfft!

A large group of people knelt down, and Ulala spoke in a language that was completely incomprehensible.

They didn't even dare to kneel too close, because that would be risky and could cause them to step on the shadow of the important person, which would be a desecration and insult to the gentleman!

Lingling used the translation software on her small computer to communicate with these people, while Xu Fang found the huge fishing net.

Sure enough, the fishing nets were also made of this mineral.

"Did you get any information?" Xu Fang asked. Lingling shook her head: "They refused to tell us, they just asked us to spare their lives."

“Look at this net,” Xu Fang said. “Given the strength of this mineral, it’s impossible for such a small workshop to produce such a fine fishing net. And this crane used to lift the net—it’s powered by a magic array. How did they get their hands on it?”

Lingling nodded, somewhat worried: "If it's just about making a profit and selling minerals, that's fine, but if these people are blinded by greed and stop at nothing..."

The two looked at each other.

As Professor Ma once said, for these greedy capitalists, if there is a 10% profit, it will be used everywhere.

It becomes active when there's a 20% profit margin;

With a 50% profit margin, it would take the risk;

For the sake of 100% profit, it dares to trample on all human laws;

With a 300% profit margin, it dares to commit any crime, even risking being hanged!

Back then, Luo Mian, a councilor in Hangzhou, caused a huge plague for his substandard blood product business, and then framed Xuan She and killed all those who knew about it.

In the Flying Bird Base City of the South China Sea, several powerful families joined forces and, disregarding all pretense of honor, besieged Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue in order to seize the mineral veins of Fanxue Mountain.

Who knows what kind of shady business the capitalists here are up to behind the scenes?

What terrifying consequences will these shady dealings bring?!

Chapter 642 I'm Your Worker Grandpa!

As dawn broke, the pale sunlight once again bathed the land.

The massive seawall, hundreds of kilometers from the coast, is particularly magnificent under the rising sun, making the shantytowns outside the city look like patches of sticky moss or peeling plasters.

The gates of the dike opened, and guards far more elite than the coastal garrison watched over everyone entering the city, collecting hefty tolls from them.

Hello everyone, dear citizens, I'm your good friend Kapil!

The warm sunshine still belongs to the inner city; without a doubt, this is the safest place in the world!

Our supplies remain plentiful; workers and farmers outside the city will provide us with everything we need, from hand-pulled rice to mustard cornbread!

Unlike one of our neighbors who actually tried to grow rice in the western desert—good heavens, these guys must not have been blessed by the supremely wise elephant-headed god!

The loud, exaggerated voice of the host came from the car radio, and rows of trucks were parked neatly along the small road in the industrial area.

"Damn it, you're ten minutes late! I hereby declare your reward null and void!" said the man in the suit who looked like a manager.

The workers driving the car looked anxious and instinctively surrounded it.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you trying to do? You've stepped on my shadow, you idiots!"

The supervisor warned, "Deducting your bonus is the least of your worries. Be careful, or I'll cancel your housing eligibility and ban your entire family from entering the inner city for life!"

The workers fell silent.

They timidly parted to let their supervisor pass, even carefully moving their feet to avoid stepping on the supervisor's shadow.

"The quality is terrible. This idiot is indeed an idiot. Even with the machine provided by the gentleman, the goods produced are still this awful! Third-class!"

Third class!

The workers' faces turned pale.

The third class is the worst level, meaning that after working hard for several days, they only receive a meager income that is roughly equivalent to their cost!

"Please have mercy! The great gods will bless you to be rich again in your next life. Please give us more, otherwise we won't even have money to buy rice. How can we do things for you then?"

The lead worker pleaded.

"You cunning vermin, stop pretending to be poor in front of me!"

The supervisor said sternly, "I already told you, the master said that we need to improve efficiency, and the salt fields should be converted into processing workshops!"

"But without salt fields, how will we attract dragon ants?"

“Go buy it!”

"But we don't have any money..."

"You can pay for it first, and we will pay you back later."

Seeing the hesitant looks on everyone's faces, the supervisor said disdainfully, "What, who is this sir? Would he possibly try to cheat you poor wretches? Enough nonsense, get out of here!"

The workers sighed and walked out.

The further they walked, the heavier their steps became, and they seemed to have no will to obey them. Subconsciously, they headed towards a corner where a thin mist was covering them.

Then, another worker emerged from the mist and strode back.

Meanwhile, the supervisor was bowing and scraping as he spoke on the phone, using sophisticated international English: "Yes, yes, yes! I'll be careful. Okay, I already made them stop production, you can rest assured... Those meddlesome guys, how dare they interfere... Don't worry, don't worry, that place was swallowed by the sea a long time ago, it's probably just sand now, hahaha..."

Xu Fang walked over.

The supervisor saw him.

"Yes, yes, sir, it is my honor to serve you."

The other end of the phone hung up, and the obsequious look on the manager's face vanished instantly. He said coldly, "Idiot, are you coming back looking for a beating?"

"You're having a lively chat. Chat a little longer, I'd like to listen too," Xu Fang said.

The supervisor's expression changed drastically!

"You speak an international language? Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Xu Fang suddenly laughed, rolled up his work clothes sleeves, and abruptly threw a punch: "I'm your worker grandpa!"

"Take this from my iron fist!"

Bang! ! !

The supervisor literally flew away, hovering in the air for a full three seconds before crashing to the ground, feeling like his whole body was falling apart from the pain!

"asshole!"

The supervisor roared, and flames suddenly burst forth from his body: "In all these years, this is the first time I've seen someone so reckless as to seek death!"

"This isn't the first time I've seen this."

Xu Fang looked at the little fireman opposite him: "I've seen many people who overestimate themselves, but you're exceptionally stupid."

"Stop it!"

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