Compared to Wang Yongxin's glamorous and bright office, the scene that appeared this ti was as ssy as a pigsty.
Obviously this was Zhang Peng's cheap rental room.
A semi-basent window let in so dim light. Zhang Peng, with his dyed yellow hair, lay on a bed full of garbage, scratched his feet, then lay down again out of boredom.
[As a parasitic worm who is lazy and gluttonous, you only bring destruction to society, no contribution.]
[Theft, robbery, brawls, even after multiple imprisonnts, you will never repent.]
[You have hands and feet, but are unwilling to be self-reliant, instead mocking those who struggle for their livelihood.]
[Your malice is like a butterfly flapping its wings, becoming innocent people's unwarranted disasters.]
[This ti, can you still luckily escape judgnt?]
Zhang Peng's videotape content was shorter. Imdiately after, his file appeared on the big screen.
[Zhang Peng, Male, 26 years old.]
[Occupation: Unemployed.]
[Lazy and gluttonous, idle and vagrant, has committed multiple cris including theft, robbery, and brawls, multiple tis luckily escaping legal sanctions.]
[Judgnt result: Not yet judged]
Wang Yongxin looked at Zhang Peng with so disdain. In his view, this was a complete scoundrel.
If he had to choose between the two, Wang Yongxin really couldn't think of a reason why Ding Wenqiang would choose him.
Zhang Peng also panicked sowhat and hurriedly explained, "Big Brother Ding, Uncle Ding! There's sothing wrong with what's written in this file. How does it seem like I've never been caught!"
"Think about it, that's impossible. Given our country's security, the police aren't just sitting around doing nothing!"
"I need to make this clear: I did rob once, but only once! And I was caught quickly and sentenced to three years."
"Everything else was just petty theft, nothing particularly heinous!"
Ding Wenqiang looked at Cell No. 2, then at Cell No. 3.
Obviously, he didn't want Wang Yongxin or Zhang Peng to enter Cell No. 3, because neither of them would possibly do sothing like breaking their own fingers to help others complete gas.
According to the ga rules, once you entered a cell, you couldn't co out or change cells.
Locking the two of them up was easy.
But if they went in and did nothing, just deducted their own visa ti and endured it, that would be truly troubleso.
Wang Yongxin had earned at least 200,000 minutes of visa ti in "Blood Poker," so he could afford random deductions.
As for Zhang Peng, Ding Wenqiang wasn't clear how much visa ti he had exactly, but being so young, his initial visa ti probably was over a month as well.
If considering from the ga's optimal solution perspective, only soone willing to break their own fingers was most suitable to enter Cell 3.
Or at least it should be soone with very little visa ti.
The ga rules had repeatedly emphasized that as King, Ding Wenqiang should make relatively fair judgnts. Just locking soone up and deducting visa ti seed too light a punishnt no matter how you looked at it.
Ding Wenqiang looked toward Zhang Peng.
In terms of vileness, Zhang Peng was obviously the more deserving candidate for judgnt.
Wang Yongxin wasn't a good boss, but at least he hadn't broken the law. Of course, except for labor laws that were being violated everywhere.
Soone like Zhang Peng, who was lazy, gluttonous, and had all five vices, was more like soone who should be judged in this ga.
Zhang Peng swallowed his saliva. Ding Wenqiang's gaze made him panic. Obviously, he had to do sothing now.
"Uncle Ding! I have sothing to say, I have sothing to say!"
"In this ga, everyone is a sinner. Do we still need to rank them in order?"
"The ga requires sinners to receive appropriate judgnt. Like that programr guy said before, the aning of the judgnt ga should match the cri, right?"
"I did steal things and rob, but that has nothing to do with these gas. If we have to force a connection, it's more related to Cell No. 3."
"Besides, the mistakes I made were just petty theft. For society as a whole, what does this small destruction amount to?"
"But he's different!"
Zhang Peng pointed at Wang Yongxin, "He indeed didn't break the law, but how many people are running themselves ragged because of him, how many people died from overwork because of him, and how many delivery workers and couriers got into car accidents because of him!"
"Those delivery workers don't hesitate to run red lights to deliver food. In the end, isn't it because he's exploiting them to the bone?"
"Yes, I'm lazy and gluttonous, but in today's society, does being hardworking lead to wealth?"
"Society has beco like this. Is it because of my laziness and petty theft, or because of rich people like them who are high above?"
Wang Yongxin was stunned. Obviously, he hadn't expected the other party to suddenly start attacking him.
Moreover, this attack was extrely deadly, almost like a knife cutting right to his vital point.
"What are you babbling about? Even if I wronged my employees and wronged the delivery workers, what does it have to do with you! Does a robber like you have the right to morally judge here?" Wang Yongxin was sowhat speechless.
Zhang Peng nodded, "Right, this is where you rich people are different from us lowlifes."
"You rich people are great precisely because no matter what kind of mistake you make, you never admit it!"
"Because if you don't admit it, there's no mistake. If you admit it, everything is your fault!"
"I at least receive legal punishnt. What about you? The law has no binding power over you!"
"The na of this second cell's ga is 'Hanging from a Lamppost.'"
"You tell , which one of us two should be hung from a lamppost more?"
Wang Yongxin was dumbfounded.
Ding Wenqiang sighed silently, ca to Cell No. 2, and looked at Wang Yongxin, "Go in."
Wang Yongxin wanted to say sothing more, but ultimately hesitated and reluctantly stepped into the cell.
Then he laughed self-mockingly, "Capitalists hanging from lampposts. Well, I guess this is dying where I belong."
"Click!"
Accompanied by the sound of locking, the chanism in the cell automatically activated.
A lamppost-shaped chanism slightly lowered, with a noose made of thick hemp rope dropping from above, while a not-very-thick square platform appeared below.
[Ga begins in 30 seconds. Please place your neck in the noose and maintain hanging position for 10 minutes.]
[Each minute earns 1000 minutes of visa ti. After 10 minutes, the chanism automatically releases.]
After Wang Yongxin stepped onto the platform and put his neck into the noose, the chanism automatically activated.
The noose tightened upward, the platform beneath his feet retracted, instantly making his body taut and elongated.
Wang Yongxin could only desperately stand on his tiptoes, while gripping the noose with both hands to cushion his chin, trying hard to create safe space for his neck.
This ga indeed wouldn't be fatal on the first play, but it would put Wang Yongxin in an extrely uncomfortable state. The slightest relaxation might cause him to be strangled unconscious by gravity and lead to serious consequences.
...
When the ga was nearing its end, the small speaker in front of Lin Sizhi began broadcasting new announcents.
[Please vote on the fairness of the King's actions.]
Another evaluation segnt. After considering for a mont, Lin Sizhi pressed "√".
The countdown ended.
[Voting results: √√√√√√√√√√]
[Final fairness score: 100]
[Thank you for your evaluation!]
...
The 10-minute countdown ended, the chanism activated again, the noose above drooped slightly, and the platform beneath his feet also raised sowhat.
Wang Yongxin finally recovered from the taut, stretched state he was in. He imdiately struggled free from the noose and fell to the ground.
"Hiss..."
His calves had already cramped from standing on tiptoes for a long ti, still maintaining the previous posture and continuously twitching.
Wang Yongxin gritted his teeth and kept massaging his calves, but it was ineffective in the short term.
He had no other choice. Although his calves had cramped halfway through the ga, he could only endure the severe pain and bear it, because once he lost support, he might really be hanged to death.
Touching the red marks on his neck, Wang Yongxin felt like he had survived a disaster.
[10,000 minutes of visa ti has been credited to the player.]
Compared to Cai Zhiyuan's ga that only gave 150 minutes of visa ti, this ga seed much more generous.
Wang Yongxin smiled bitterly with so self-mockery, "What's this called? With enough profit, capitalists will even sell the rope to hang themselves?"
"This ga's designer is quite witty."
"But this isn't fun at all."
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