"..."
"Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore." Old Pig waved his hand and walked into the distance: "I already have a rough idea, I’m busy now."
...
...
My na is Li Yi.
Before Doomsday, I was an executive in a company, earning millions annually, my yearly inco equivalent to ten years of an average person’s.
I considered myself to have rich managent skills, especially in a mid-level position. I had enough experience, but after Doomsday struck, I was captured by several trains and made a slave.
In Master Kun’s slave compartnt, I had already beco muddleheaded and had no hope for the future.
The city had fallen.
Almost no compatriots could be seen on the entire wasteland. Even if the train temporarily protected my life, I didn’t know where to go next, what to do, I had no ho anymore, this world had abandoned .
Only when mining did I seem to find a shred of aning for my existence.
At that mont.
I saw a man with a completely different aura from mine, a man with no despair for the future, unlike other muddleheaded slaves, with piercing eyes and a cold face occupying the only straw mat in the train.
This man seed not to be despairing at all because of being in the apocalypse.
I felt a tinge of curiosity towards him.
Until I saw a strong man go to provoke him, only for this man to take his life within seconds, I shifted my gaze away from him, for so reason, when I looked at him, my eyes felt scorching, as if staring directly at the sun.
Wild.
A strong sense of belief, even with the fall of Doomsday holand, there was no despair for the future.
I considered myself as sowhat part of the high-culture group, but only after a few seconds did I find words that vaguely fitted this man.
Then...
Then it seed like the acceleration button was pressed, Master Kun’s train suddenly perished, and this man established the "Constant Star Train," becoming the first slave to join. I watched as the train rapidly grew from its infancy at a visible pace.
I personally saw the number of carriages increase, various firepower accessories continuously accumulate.
I personally saw the number of slaves on the train increase rapidly, and the Constant Star Train had unknowingly evolved into a behemoth on the wasteland by the ti I noticed.
I personally saw the slaves’ treatnt advance from initially two moldy slices of bread a day to twenty soft sandwiches a day, as the conditions in the train improved remarkably.
I personally saw the train rise from level 1 to level 2, then to level 3, and even reaching advanced areas like the "Shahe Plain."
I personally witnessed the growth of the Constant Star Train.
I ca up with many thods, wanting to stand out among the slaves, to beco a mid-level manager on this train. I believed this train could go further in the future, potentially becoming the Noah’s Ark in Doomsday, allowing the remnants of human civilization to survive in this hopeless world full of despair.
Perhaps this train is the last hope for human civilization.
I wanted to contribute to the growth of the Constant Star Train, eager to help build it, eager to follow that man.
Working with such a person even made feel a hint of hope for the future.
I tried many ways to make a breakthrough.
I even pre-selected confidants for when I beca a mid-level manager, wanting to show my talents by quelling rebellious slaves, trying to stand out at the reform conference when leaving the wasteland...
But—
All ended in failure.
The young guy next to often pressured , making regret telling him my plans and vision. If I hadn’t told him, no one would pressure , and I wouldn’t feel embarrassed when my plans failed.
I doubted myself countless tis, maybe I indeed had no talent, even thinking I should just be content being a slave on the train.
Oh no, a resident.
The train reford.
But... to my great surprise, I ended up becoming a mid-level manager on the "Constant Star Train," the plan finally succeeded.
Except, it was not my plan that succeeded, but that young guy’s plan.
My na is Li Yi, and that young guy calls Mr. Li.
...
Standing on the cavern floor with a dazed expression, Mr. Li still hasn’t fully recovered, looking at the excited young man standing nearby and at Master Mang, who was standing on the ground with a cane.
This was his first close encounter with Master Mang.
He even felt his breathing beco rapid.
Not far away, the Pig Train Captain was striding forward. Normally, he had no chance to co this close to the Pig Train Captain.
"Old Pig."
Chen Mang looked at Old Pig approaching and waved, then casually rested his arm on Mr. Li’s shoulder: "Just now, that kid ca to find , saying his Mr. Li used to be an executive in a big company, even served as the Chief Financial Officer, has strong managent skills, and is quite sensitive to numbers."
"The stats over there must be tricky for you too."
"Here, you take him, let him try it out. If there’s nothing wrong after a few days, give him level 3 senior talent status."
"Oh right, and this kid, have him assist Mr. Li, sa treatnt as Mr. Li."
At this mont.
Only then did Mr. Li, standing aside, fully co to his senses, bowing with a sowhat frightened tremor in his voice: "Master Mang, just call Li..."
Chen Mang just patted Mr. Li on the shoulder without speaking, then turned and walked back to the train room, this ti no one stopped him.
...
After Master Mang left.
Old Pig looked at the two guys in front of him holding pickaxes with a strange expression: "Pretty bold, roaming around during mining ti, even going to stop Master Mang, quite ballsy...!"
"But we really do need you two now."
"Follow ."
"My head is almost exploding from the stats, do this well and you two will both get level 3 senior talent status, can move into the senior talent compartnt and receive two ’Fixed Star Coupons’ every day."
"Co on."
...
"Very perfect."
In the hard sleeper compartnt of car 7, Old Pig looked at the forms and statistical thods handed over by Mr. Li, grinning with satisfaction: "With your statistical thod like this, the three-way cross-check will indeed greatly reduce errors, though the workload is quite large, it will still be hard on you in the future."
"You’ll be living in the male senior talent compartnt car 6 from now on, it’s a hard sleeper like here."
"No more mining, just focus on this task."
"Currently, only Li Shiji lives in that carriage, and only Ji Chuchu lives in the female senior talent carriage car 5, don’t look around, don’t listen, don’t wander."
"Other than that, the skills are indeed there."
"Why keep your talents hidden while mining? Tired before Doomsday, so you didn’t want to think too much afterward, decided to relax as if retiring early?"
After joking, Old Pig laughed and walked out of the carriage.
"Alright, off you go, I have to get busy."
...
In the male senior talent compartnt car 6.
"Aweso!"
The young man who had been sticking by Mr. Li couldn’t help but plunge onto the bed the mont he entered the compartnt, greedily burying his face in the pillow and murmuring with delight.
"I haven’t had the luxury of sleeping with my limbs stretched out comfortably for a long ti, and it’s so soft, ah... there’s even a personal pillow, mattress, and blanket!"
"And such a large space!"
"So damn aweso!"
"Mr. Li, why do you seem like you’re not very happy?"
Mr. Li, standing in the aisle of car 6 looking out the window at the mining residents, remained silent with a complex expression for a long while before hoarsely speaking: "Though the outco is exactly as I anticipated, the process is a path I never envisioned."
"Is this right?"
"Or is it wrong?"
The boy stretched with satisfaction, lying on the soft pillow with a face full of enjoynt: "This isn’t a school exam, where the teacher rates you based on your process."
"As long as the answer is correct."
"Who cares what the process was."
User Comments
0 comments from readers