Chapter 1080 Loan Options
The man wearing the golden crying face mask is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp.
He had already heard clues from the organizer's words, so he used the prerequisite "we are now" when asking questions.
In fact, many people have not yet noticed... There is also a prerequisite in the organizer's words, that is, "the person who has become my possession"; that is to say, before it becomes his "thing", he will still He treats you as a human being; and for "human beings", he will naturally keep his promises.
However, once you choose to accept the organizer's "protection", or... "enslavement", then you must be aware and mentally prepared accordingly.
The so-called "losing all rights as a human being" is not just talk.
Letting you kill people is pretty good...
Not only can he "make" you do anything, but if you don't do it, he can also "do" anything to you.
No one will come to save you, just like no one will save a "thing" that belongs to someone else.
"Is it interesting to ask about killing people? I have too little imagination." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue spoke again. He spoke loudly to the organizer on the second floor, "I'm just asking...if you like, Can you make us into human centipedes? Or make us film pornographic videos with other species, or kill us and sell our organs?"
Before he finished speaking, the crowd in the venue was already in an uproar.
Although Feng Bujue's tone was very relaxed when he said this, he still managed to cause a small panic.
"Ha..." The organizer laughed again. In just a few minutes of brief contact, he had already felt strongly... that the man wearing the crow mask was a person similar to himself - a madman.
"Yes." A few seconds later, the organizer responded to Brother Jue's question in a calm tone and clear enunciation.
At this time, the crowd below was completely shocked, and the whispers turned into a roar.
"How I want to use these 'things' is my freedom." But the organizer then added, "But... I can assure you that the examples this gentleman mentioned... have never happened so far. He paused, "In fact, I have never asked anyone who failed in this game to kill anyone."
The organizer spread his hands and said in a calm tone: "If I want someone to die alone, I will hire professionals to handle it. There is no reason for me to find someone with no experience or relevant skills to do this." Something." As he spoke, he slowly turned his face. He made a gesture of looking around the audience and said, "Everyone... has something they are good at; there is no doubt that all of you here have outstanding talents in some field, and what I want is nothing more than for you to It’s just ‘talent’.”
He is lying.
Not everyone can see it, but some people can see it...
Feng Bujue understood clearly that what the organizer said was half true and half false, and its core intention... to put it bluntly, was to appease and deceive this group of people. Lest no one chooses to accept his "protection" for a while.
"Of course, I won't be too polite." The organizer is a person who is well versed in the changes in people's hearts and has strong language skills. After some words of comfort. He then added a colder content, "If you think you can still get salary and vacations after accepting my 'protection'...then you are thinking too much; what awaits you...will only be darkness." There will be no way out until you 'pay back what you owe me'."
"What I owe you..." At this time, the short, fat man wearing a Peking Opera mask asked again, "... does it mean the money you used when accepting your protection?"
"Haha... This gentleman understands so quickly." The organizer replied with a smile, "In this world, more than 90% of things can be solved with money. So... whether it is debt or crime, it doesn't matter what you do Whatever you did outside, I can use money to solve it for you. From then on, all your debt relationships will be transferred to me alone." He began to induce further, "As for me, the creditor... I am also reasonable; after a few years, if you successfully pay off the debt you owe me, you can regain your freedom... Ha... of course, how much will it cost?" Year, it depends on the amount of your debt and the efficiency of your production of 'labor value'."
"Hmph...is this equivalent to being in labor camp at your place?" Another man in the crowd, wearing a white opera mask, snorted coldly.
"Humph...reeducation through labor?" The organizer responded with a disdainful snort, "Can reform through labor free you from the predicament you are facing?" he asked, "I said it before - 'What I want is you. If I want to find a group of people suitable to work in a sweatshop, I will let you shine in the position that suits you, instead of asking you to do some simple work that anyone can do. I will open another game and draw up another guest list." He smiled, "Ah... the kind of person who owes hundreds of thousands of gambling debts and knows that he will never be able to pay off the debts with his own ability. People are everywhere..."
These few words from the organizer are like sugar and whip. He gave the following group of people a slight sense of superiority, but also a sense of reality, and most importantly... gave them "hope."
This group of people are the type who are desperate and desperate.
Under such inducement, they will easily tend to "lucky".
Yes, it's scary to accept the "protection" of the organizer; but... what about returning to shore?
When you return to shore, you will face huge debts, jail time, or even both.
Living in the shadow of debt day after day, or spending long years behind bars, becoming a marginalized person who has difficulty integrating into society after being released from prison...
Being a drag on the family, being abandoned, being discriminated against, life... never having a chance again.
As a group of people who once occupied certain social resources, they understand the way the world works better than people who have never stood on a high place. They have seen more darkness and understand the so-called human nature better...
They know that falling is not scary... what is scary is losing the chance to climb back up. In this world, "opportunities" have always been in the hands of a few people. Most people just follow the crowd mediocrely. Even if they see a glimmer of light from high places, they will be lost to those who already have more. People with resources can easily take the lead.
Therefore, they also know very well that leaving the ship...is equivalent to giving up the last "opportunity".
Contrast that with "clearly visible despair." Perhaps, the "fuzzy abyss" provided by the organizer. It's more attractive to them.
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"I can do it."
"I've been through so many storms, it's nothing."
"It's just working day and night, like a high loan mortgaged with labor force..."
"No matter what, it's better than me going out to do a low-level job and being pressed for debt every day."
"Bite your teeth. According to my words, it will be paid off in ten years... no. In five years, I can return to the outside world and make a comeback."
"Moreover……"
"Moreover……"
"Moreover……"
"I... may not lose!"
"Yes, as long as I win..."
"If I win, I can not only pay off my debts, but also have a surplus."
"There are eight places available."
"How can a person as good as me not even make the top eight?"
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While the organizer was speaking, the guests were struggling internally, weighing the pros and cons of the two options...
And under the double luck and illusion of "I can win" and "I can turn around even if I accept protection", most people tend to prefer the second option.
"Okay... I think you all understand these two options after failure." The organizer did not let them think for too long. He said, "I don't want to waste any more time answering various specific questions one by one. The details of the 'thing'..."
When he said this. He specifically glanced in Feng Bujue's direction. Even though he was wearing a mask, Brother Jue noticed this sight. And sneered in return.
"In short, the choice is yours. I will not force you to accept my 'protection'. If you want to get off the ship after failure, please do it yourself." The organizer shrugged, "But... before I announce the rules of the game , you must make a choice first.”
Before he finished speaking, several entrances to the first floor were opened one after another, and some men in suits and sunglasses pushed trolleys. He walked out expressionlessly.
The items on those carts were all consistent—pens, contracts, cash.
"Everyone, I will only say what I'm going to say once. So please listen carefully." When the organizer said this, the men in suits had already pushed the carts to several designated positions and stood there respectively. "Today we are going to There is more than one game, and each one requires the use of 'chips', and I will 'lend' these chips to you."
At this time, the crowd's attention has basically been attracted by the small "money mountains" around them. The carts are all filled with U.S. dollars. A visual inspection shows that each cart is piled with more than five million U.S. dollars. In the universe where paper money (Feng Bujue) lives, the evil American emperor has canceled the 100 and 50 US dollar bills many years ago in order to reduce the crime rate to a certain extent and remove the obstacles to the implementation of the negative interest rate policy. Therefore, these The carts were filled with $20 bills).
"Every guest can borrow money from the staff, and the loan amount is limited to US$20,000 to US$100,000." The organizer's explanation continued, "Please do not borrow in units of less than '10,000', as that would be too time-consuming. It's time. After the loan is completed, the amount you receive will be used in future games... Of course, the money will also have to be returned." He paused consciously for two seconds, "The winner of the game will be himself. Needless to say, to you, this little money is nothing, and you can pay it back in the future. And among the losers...those who choose to accept my 'protection', don't worry about these, you can't pay back the money. , will be included in the amount of money "you owe me"; however, those who choose to leave the ship after failure... you better be mentally prepared, I will not accept the "you have more debts than you have to worry about" method. If you get my boat, you will no longer be my 'guest'; at that time, I will only give you one month to pay back the money. After one month, I will use a more effective method than any usury you know. Let you pay off your debt."
In fact, many people in this venue know the "method" he mentioned...
Putting aside the factors of gender and appearance, the value of at least about half a million (RMB) can be squeezed out of every healthy adult.
According to the exchange rate (in this universe and in the current era), it is almost exactly one hundred thousand US dollars.
Of course... the result of this "squeezing" usually means death.
"I have prepared two loan contracts, one is for 'those who disembark after the game fails', and the other is for 'those who accept protection after the game fails'. Please decide which one to sign, and... How much should be filled in?" The organizer said as he waved his hand, indicating that the men in suits holding glass cabinets around him could leave. "You have fifteen minutes to make a decision, and then use the contract in exchange. Cash." After saying this, his tone changed slightly and added, "Oh, by the way. Please don't sign some messy names on the contract and try to fish in troubled waters, because when borrowing money, you need to leave the 'magnetic card' of your room. Hand it over together, and your identities will not be confused... Acts such as random signatures are just self-inflicted. "
After saying that, the organizer paused for another second, took a half step back, and said very politely: "Then... everyone, please forgive me for leaving for a while."
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After the organizers left the main hall, a suppressed silence fell.
The small groups who had been chatting happily just now, as if they had just met each other so late, were all silent at this time.
Everyone is engaged in ideological struggle and settling their own accounts.
No one consults with others...because here, no one will truly trust others.
Crash--
In this quiet moment, suddenly, the sound of turning paper came from somewhere.
At this moment, people's eyes were naturally attracted by the sound.
When they turned around after hearing this, Feng Bujue had already picked up his pen, filled in the amount of 100,000 on the contract, and neatly signed the name "Jiang Daode".
"Get the money." After signing, Brother Jue handed the contract and his magnetic card to several men in suits and said these two words concisely.
In order to prevent anyone from fishing in troubled waters, three men in suits stood beside each cart.
"Uh..." After the group was stunned for three or four seconds, one of the men in suits reacted and took the contract and magnetic card from Feng Bujue.
He glanced at the amount and signature on the contract, and then said: "Ten...one hundred thousand..."
Then, he turned to look at his colleagues next to him and nodded.
The other man in a suit nodded in response, then picked up a sealable plastic bag and started putting money in it. (To be continued ~^~)