Chapter 2530
Chapter 22
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Xining walked around the city, but unfortunately she didn't dare to show her true identity, even though she saw a few people imitating her appearance on the street.
As for the level, there are high, medium and low levels. The best-looking one should be attending a masquerade, but with a little more makeup on the face.
The worst was actually an old man, wearing a skirt so dirty that you could hardly see the white color, and long hair that hadn't been washed for a long time, begging for food. From time to time, believers would use the implanted chip on their face or wrist to scan the 30% new and soon-to-be-obsolete payment code.
The payment information I heard was basically one or two yuan.
It seems that the prices here are relatively stable, and there is no inflation to the point where it would cost hundreds or even tens of billions in some places.
But looking at the middle-aged man, with an untidy beard on his face, pretending to be compassionate, she really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But she still didn't dare to reveal her true identity, because she was the best looking one and people would be watching her along the way. You know, many people have implanted chips that connect to their brains, and their eyes are recorders that can be retrieved and shared.
Where there is light, there is darkness. Even in a developed country, there are still poor people. Looking along the way, among the many bright and beautiful people, there are still several beggars.
There is a fundamental difference between those who perform for the pursuit of personal values and those who perform purely for money.
Mo Ming: "Whether you are a permanent resident or an immigrant tourist, if you don't have money, you can go to the shelter. The shelter not only provides food and drink, but also clothes, a place to shower and sleep. If you are sick, you can get treatment, and after you recover, you can be introduced to a suitable job."
Why do some people still beg? She was puzzled. Either they were possessed by laziness and didn't want to do anything except asking for money. Or...
After thinking about it, there is only one explanation that makes sense: these are illegal immigrants.
Mo Ming: "Ding Dong, the answer is correct."
Hey, they are afraid of being deported, so they would rather beg for food and stay there than go to the shelter.
Mo Ming: "Most of the jobs provided by the shelter are somewhat dangerous. Robots can do almost all the work, but they still need to be supervised by humans. They would rather sit on the street and beg for money than sit on an alien spaceship and watch the surveillance cameras to supervise the robots' work."
Well, the so-called danger is that when you are on a spaceship, there is a possibility that the spaceship may malfunction.
"If they are illegal immigrants, they will be deported once they arrive at the detention center. Some of them originally live in an environment that is not suitable for living conditions, and some have committed serious crimes and become fugitives."
Xining frowned slightly. If the fugitive was not caught, with the current technological conditions, with surveillance and QR code scanning everywhere, it would be impossible not to catch him.
Mo Ming sneered: "This is a holy city. Anyone has the opportunity to repent. Therefore, as long as they don't commit crimes here and don't voluntarily turn themselves in or go to a shelter, sinners are allowed to atone for their sins."
"The payment device is free, but the maximum amount they can beg is fifty yuan a day, and the rest goes to the treasury of the mother planet. They can go to the public bathhouse, which is open 24 hours a day and charges twenty yuan per time for ten hours. The bathhouse provides free drinks and food such as bread and steamed buns, and after eating, they can lie on the recliner to sleep. The cheapest food outside is two yuan, pure water is free, and drinks are five yuan. If they save ten yuan a day, they can buy the cheapest outfit from head to toe in a week, but they won't do that."
This was a good plan. If she was thrown here to be a beggar while doing a mission, she would also adopt the method Mo Ming said. Even if her status did not allow her to work and earn money, the money she saved could accumulate into a lot, so she would not be like some beggars who had not taken a bath for more than half a year and were as dirty and smelly as a spoiled salted fish.
A beggar lying on the ground with a cash register in front of him got the money and the cash register made a sound.
"I received one dollar. Your current account balance is sixteen dollars."
The beggar got up from the ground, picked up the cash register, and walked towards a self-service supermarket opposite.
After a while, he had a bottle of wine in his hand. He drank the wine and walked out slightly staggeringly. He walked to his original position, sat on the ground, and started drinking. He did not forget to put the cash register in his hand on the ground in front of him.
No matter how sloppy he is, the thick and wildly growing hair cannot cover up the swelling and rosacea on his face.
Xining rolled his eyes, preferring to buy some wine and drink it instead of being a good person. Perhaps only when he is drunk can he forget his own misery, and the result is that he will always be like a salted fish that cannot turn over.
Someone else scanned his face and gave one yuan.
The man raised his half-empty bottle, grinned drunkenly, and shouted, "God bless you!"
But what I got was that the other person left with his nose covered in disgust.
The people around were attracted by the sound, looked over for a moment, and then turned their heads away.
If this wasn't a holy city, these beggars would starve to death without alms; the extra money would be transferred to urban infrastructure and charity. I really don't want to give this beggar a single dollar.
Mo Ming: "Every winter, a few people freeze to death. They would rather drink and sleep on the street than go to the bathroom. But at this time, the beggars who are still alive will wash themselves clean and wear old clothes picked up from the trash can. This is the cleanest time of the year for them."
For such people, one can only sigh. When winter comes, they will perish. Living is a waste of air.
However, this is the best place she has ever seen in all the planes.
Don't compare yourself to a plane where there are natural disasters and man-made calamities, with starving people everywhere and falling on the road to escape.
Even among countries with similar levels of civilization, there are still places where life is miserable and worse than death.
When night falls, the whole city is still brightly lit. The business here is also very developed, and all places are open for 2 hours, because there is no need for human clerks at all, all are robots and self-service.
Mo Ming, who had been following her invisibly, was so lazy that he just wanted to accompany her, and he was not very willing to do so: "The best-selling products are longevity potions, anti-aging skin care products, various fruits and vegetables, and statues and tablets of gods."
Xining...
Mo Ming added: "Just like praying for amulets and Buddha statues in temples, we pray for gods here. Ninety percent of the statues and tablets are produced here, with physical, light and sound, to meet all needs."
At this time, Mo Ming's mouth curled up into a playful smile: "Qiming's sells better than yours."
Uh……
In fact, it was normal. Qiming had always been on this planet. Even in the Nine Heavens Blessed Land with a barrier, there was still a chance to see her. But everyone who had seen her had already died.
As for Qiming, he meets the highest requirements of normal human aesthetics. Even when he is not a god, he is still a rare talent among humans.
I'm not jealous.
Xining went to the "Purgatory" on the sacred mountain again, looked at two caves, and then left. It was too miserable!
It is really like the legendary purgatory, where one cannot die and one howls in agony forever.
These guys who have committed serious mistakes and yet intend to ascend to heaven and dream of becoming gods, certainly cannot imagine that they are still human beings, and those who abuse them are also human beings.
When we returned to the Jiutian Paradise, it was still daytime there. Only about one or two minutes had passed.
Seeing Qibin was gone, only Qiming was still sitting in his original position, as if in a daze. Only when he saw her flying back did he come back to his senses.