After doing all the bad things, it turns out they are all true?

Fan Lin was stunned for a moment: "Those upper-class citizens took your nephew away without paying the prison sentence?"

"Pay what sentence?"

The old miner didn't quite understand: "They were just taken away. How could a lower-class citizen be entitled to receive the same sentence as a higher-class citizen?"

Fan Lin was really bored. He originally thought he had understood the dark rules of Yeming City.

Who would have thought that the real situation would be even more exaggerated than imagined?

Slave owners had to spend money to choose black slaves.

Compared to the upper-class citizens of Yeming City, the slave owner might be considered amiable?

Realizing that he couldn't continue the conversation like this, or his identity would be exposed sooner or later, Fan Lin got straight to the point:

"Brother, you've worked here for thirty or forty years, and you still have a twenty million sentence on your shoulders."

"That overseer became a middle-class citizen in just one year. There must be some special way for him to do this, right?"

The old miner glanced at the man on the platform and said in a low voice, "That guy..."

"When he was a miner, he was lazy and slacking off every day, but his parents were first-class citizens and paid a price to make him an overseer."

cost?

Fan Lin grasped a key word.

"His parents paid the price?"

"How should I know? This is all business for the upper class. The most important thing is to dig the mine well first."

The overseer looked over.

As the old miner spoke, he raised his pickaxe and hit the open-pit ore in front of him hard.

Fan Lin followed suit and started working, while thinking about the clues he had obtained from the old miner.

Price... Mei is here with you. I have time to think about Mei and you want to...

The most basic condition for promoting a person from a lower-class citizen to a middle-class citizen is to reduce his sentence.

Prison sentences have similar characteristics to money in the real world.

Although there is nothing wrong with small-scale gifts or rewards.

However, large-scale "transfers" require taxation and auditing.

The purpose of this regulation is to limit "money laundering" and well-intentioned entrepreneurs who maliciously help lower-class residents out of poverty.

So, under normal circumstances, even if it is a biological son.

If his own income is insufficient, his parents should not be able to help him improve his status.

But now it seems that every policy has its own countermeasure.

Even a copy cannot be perfect.

Although Yeming City seems to have strict rules, it actually has loopholes just like the real world.

In this way, after arriving at the main city, I can find a way to inquire about this channel.

By then, being able to advance from a middle-class citizen to a high-class citizen as quickly as possible will definitely be more convenient when investigating various clues.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of the pickaxe hitting the ore was complex and very noisy.

The supervisor sat on a high platform, holding the fine sewage, savoring it carefully, and from time to time, he made even more annoying noises:

"You lazy dogs, hurry up and swing the pickaxe, is it that hard?"

"Today's work assignments are not up to standard. After lunch, I will continue to work overtime for two hours!"

But no matter how the supervisor shouted, the other miners remained unmoved and continued to maintain the same slow pace.

While the supervisor is not looking here.

Fan Lin suddenly asked the old miner next to him, "Brother, do you know Bu Wenxia?"

The old miner recalled for a moment: "Bu Wenxia?"

"never heard of that."

"However, there is a person named Bu Youxue here."

"If you run into her, be careful."

"This little girl is a wanted criminal. She doesn't work properly all day long and only likes to cheat and deceive people."

"And they specialize in deceiving children."

As he spoke, the old miner's dark skin turned visibly red, and his originally lifeless eyes became more ferocious.

It's hard to imagine what happened to him.

Bu Youxue's reputation... is really well-known.

It seems that I must never tell anyone that I know her from now on.

Fan Lin secretly became more cautious and was not too disappointed with the old miner's answer.

Bu Wenxia is Bu Youxue's sister.

Even her own sister didn't know where she was.

I asked with the attitude of giving it a try.

It was completely understandable that they had no news of her since they were just a group of honest miners.

Perhaps, we can only have some ideas about Bu Wenxia’s matter after we enter the main city.

After all, talented people always gather in big cities.

"Brother, how much do you earn in a day of mining?"

At present, considering all the clues, the main city is definitely a very critical place.

If you want to advance the dungeon, you must upgrade your status as quickly as possible.

Logically speaking, Fan Lin only needs to serve 2,400 yuan in prison to be promoted to a middle-class citizen.

According to the miner recruitment poster, the income system is: "One kilogram of raw ore can be exchanged for ten years of prison sentence."

It shouldn't be difficult to get a "two thousand four hundred years sentence".

However, after observing the surrounding miners, Fan Lin found that they all seemed to be slacking off and their work attitude was extremely lax.

As a former worker, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The old miner waved his pickaxe nonchalantly: "That depends on how much raw ore you've dug up."

"Didn't the poster say, 'One pound of ore, ten years in prison?'"

"The more you work, the more you earn. Why are you still so unfocused?"

As soon as Fan Lin finished speaking, an even more gloomy aura shrouded the old miner.

"You missed some information."

"There's another line of small words on the back of the poster."

"Each person can only mine the first six pounds of ore per day, and the reward is calculated based on ten years of work for one pound."

"If the amount exceeds this, the settlement price of the remaining ore will continue to decline."

"So, the best option is to keep the mining volume to ten kilograms per day, which will earn you sixty years of rewards."

Fan Lin also nodded in amazement.

It turns out that you need to look at the back of the poster on the wall.

Gee tut.

What a great experience.

Moreover, the more you mine, the less profit you get.

Which genius came up with this idea?

Hanging street lights is no longer worthy of its status.

At least it should be hung on a red-hot copper pillar.

As if he had thought of something, the old miner's face turned red again and he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground: "Originally, our daily workload was only ten kilograms."

"But, there was also a newcomer like you who didn't know the rules."

“When I came to the mine, I worked hard.”

"We dug fourteen pounds of ore in one day."

"He earned an extra year in prison."

"But it also increased our workload to the point where we had to dig 14 kilograms of ore a day."

"damn it!"

At the end of his speech, the old miner gritted his teeth and angrily smashed the ore in front of him.

"Where is that person?"

"How is he doing now?"

"It's not that great either."

"The garbage on the grave should be two meters high."

Fan Lin nodded without any surprise.

The fate of a curled dog...is always to bear the firepower for the exploiters.

Moreover, facts have once again proved that working for others is a dead end.

Sixty years' pay for one day's work.

The sentence for entering the mine and buying equipment is already two thousand years.

At this rate, even if Fan Lin's sentence was not long, it would still take forty days for him to be upgraded to a middle-class citizen.

And this is without eating or drinking.

Let’s put aside the daily living costs and the interest you need to pay every month.

It is no wonder that these miners, after working hard all their lives, can only be lower-class citizens.

If that’s the case, then what’s the point?

Fan Lin came to the dungeon not to be a slave.

He threw the pickaxe in his hand, a better idea already in mind.

"Well, brother."

"Did you just say that Bu Youxue is a wanted criminal?"

"She should have a bounty on her, right?"

The old miner responded, puzzled, “Of course.”

"Not only is there a bounty, but it's quite a bit, a full two thousand five hundred years."

"What's wrong? Do you know her?"

After getting the answer he wanted, Fan Lin's mouth corners turned up in a particularly sunny manner.

"fine."

"I'll just ask."

……

Chapter 136: Little Loli Loses Her Color (Two Chapters Combined into One)

As dusk falls, the brilliant golden light sprinkles on the mottled earth, making it look even more dilapidated.

The setting sun cast the shadows of two people, which became longer and longer until they entered the shadow.

In the narrow aisle, Fan Lin walked ahead with his hands in his pockets and a leisurely pace, leading the way.