Reform: The First Seven-Colored Lucky Bag!

In many cases.

Most ordinary people believe that there is a thick barrier between themselves and geniuses.

This barrier is so great that even immortality cannot overcome it.

Between geniuses, they believe that 99% perspiration is the most important factor, and the competition between them is about diligence.

But in reality...

The gap between geniuses is the one that can drive people to despair.

Su Mo watched with a smile as he led Chen Shen down to inspect the work.

Still in a daze, Lü Kuan stood on the hillside like a guardian in the fields, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.

When Su Mo mentioned updating consciousness and uploading it, he may not have considered the positive impact of technological innovation on those placed in the Brain Box.

But for Lü Kuan and his target audience, this seemingly casual remark was tantamount to "breaking their defenses."

"So, Su Mo's promise to take us out of the box wasn't a lie."

"He would actually do that!"

Looking at that figure who was already happily mingling with the villagers, without any airs at all.

Lü Kuan took another deep look at it, as if he wanted to memorize it forever.

Then, without hesitation, he slid his mechanical wheels toward the Underground Shelter.

Faced with the simple yet tedious task of developing low-end Technology Tree, this time, he felt no resistance whatsoever.

What he possessed was a sense of belonging that shouldn't have been there in the first place! The dazzling light pollution was gone.

Once night falls past eight o'clock in the wasteland, the sky immediately darkens.

In addition, other areas are still experiencing unbearable torrential rain.

On the first day of construction in Hope Village, the work ended a little earlier than usual, and the work was called off at nine o'clock in the evening.

Even at this hour, most people still looked at the ground beneath their feet with reluctance, wanting to continue fighting.

But with the hints given by the game, they quickly cheered up and walked towards the meeting place, looking back every few steps, standing together and whispering to each other.

The "Gamble Luck" buff lasts for sixty natural days.

Although it cannot be stopped once started, the start time is flexible and can be decided by each individual.

Early in the morning, as the weather began to clear up, the management passed a resolution to summon everyone to activate the buff.

Furthermore, in order to obtain the lucky bag normally.

According to today's goals.

Most people set a conservative target of 80% for the workload.

But when they stood there at nine o'clock and looked at the prompts given by the game, they were truly shocked.

"Hey, what's your mission completion rate? Mine's 290%! This is a huge loss. I should have set more points."

"What's there to be afraid of? Didn't they say that completing more lucky bags would also improve the quality of the items? With my 310% completion rate, I'm sure I'll get some good stuff."

"I envy you guys who can run these machines. I'm only at 240%, what a pity."

"It's okay, the buff lasts for another fifty-nine days. Fifty-odd lucky bags will definitely make you fat!"

"Do you want to claim it now? My system shows that the director has already claimed the lucky bag before we can claim ours."

"Me too, no rush, I'm about to get off work, I'll drive it when I get back!"

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They chattered and compared amongst themselves.

They retain the behavioral inertia of civilized times.

When everyone realizes that the work they do is for themselves.

Instead of working for capitalists and letting them live a life of luxury with big houses and fancy cars.

Slacking off and lying around are truly things of the past.

Instead, they displayed an attitude of 100% dedication and enthusiasm for their work! Gathered here, despite everyone's faces being covered in grime, the streaks of sweat visible under the spotlights were a testament to their efforts.

But compared to yesterday, both his posture and his energy have improved by more than one level.

It's a miracle! "It's truly amazing; I never imagined that the primal instincts within everyone could be awakened in such a way!"

"Judging from everyone's current enthusiasm, they are almost as good as soldiers who have undergone a period of training!"

As they walked closer and closer, accompanying Su Mo, Su Deben exclaimed in disbelief.

Unlike Lü Kuan, Su Deben was the first to notice everyone's unusual behavior.

Especially with the help of the robot's keen observation capabilities, he can better discern the changes in the villagers through subtle details of their movements.

Bestiality, or to be more specific.

Aggressive! Confucian scholars use their literary skills to disrupt the law, while knights-errant use their martial arts to break the law.

Aggression is a characteristic that has long been worn away and disappeared from human beings in modern society.

In civilized times, the disappearance of this characteristic contributes to social stability and long-term peace and security.

However, in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, humans without this characteristic would find it difficult to fight against other alien creatures.

The previous seven-day training session failed to develop everyone's aggressiveness, which is a major "regret" in Su Deben's coaching career.

But he never expected that the villagers would suddenly undergo such a huge change after just one period of slumber.

"Su Mo is indeed the chosen one; he definitely possesses secrets unknown to us."

"Looking at all the heroes of the wasteland, even the most powerful ones, none possessed his potential to turn the rotten into the miraculous."

"Perhaps."

Thinking it over carefully, with a hint of relief and anticipation for the future, Su Deben clenched his fist secretly.

However, when he turned to look at Su Mo, he was surprised to find that...

The amazing person he spoke of was not as profound and mysterious as one might imagine. Instead, he acted like a child who had just received a new toy, touching and stepping on it here and there, which made people chuckle.

"The soil is compacted very well. I originally thought that cement concrete would be needed to stabilize the foundation, but I didn't expect that just one layer of compaction would achieve this effect."

"Once we bring back more stones tomorrow, we'll figure out how to lay a layer of them flat and level them out. That'll be so convenient!"

Suddenly, a large expanse of soft land in front of the Underground Shelter transformed into flat land in Virtual Reality simulation.

Even in the darkness, Su Mo's eyes still shone with an intense light! Very good.

The progress is very fast.

There is indeed strength in numbers! If I were alone, even with the appropriate engineering equipment, it would take at least a week to achieve these conditions.

On the New Continent, pursuing a multi-person development path was definitely the right choice! Being on the right track only leads to faster progress and speed.

Going down the wrong path will only lead you astray.

Upon realizing that his choice had been proven correct once again, Su Mo nodded slightly, took a large step, and led Su Deben out of the darkness.

One person, one machine.

The moment they came into view of the villagers, the sound of their conversation vanished without a trace.

Apart from the wind still blowing across the land, making a howling sound, the once lively world suddenly became deserted.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Su Mo slowly walked up the temporary platform along the path that split in the middle and picked up the microphone.

Without rushing to speak, he looked from left to right, and then from front to back.

Unlike his former shyness, Su Mo now has sharp eyes, and everyone who is looked at by him feels like they have thorns in their back.

This is a male lion.

A top-tier lion king who can lead his pride to unparalleled dominance.

When such strange ideas appear in the minds of most people.

After a pause, Su Mo's voice suddenly rang out. "In your eyes, I see dissatisfaction with your current lives, and an ambition to break the old rules."

"Furthermore, in some people's eyes, I also see a thirst for power."

Whoosh! Two light words came from the speakers, instantly silencing the already quiet crowd once again.

Without being able to distinguish whether Su Mo was praising or scolding, let's look at the literal meaning and the ideas of civilized times.

Most people were so nervous that they held their breath.

They were reminded of a scene in a TV drama where the emperor said this to a subject, and what happened to that subject.

They further imagined the miserable situation they would face if they were expelled from their territory.

Fortunately, this atmosphere didn't last too long.

Seeing most people holding their breath until their faces turned red and their necks bulged, Su Mo's cold expression suddenly changed.

"Don't be nervous. In this post-apocalyptic wasteland, the old rules should change."

"As those destined to be recorded in history books alongside me, you should have some confidence in yourselves."

With a flash of Divine Light, a lucky bag radiating seven colors appeared in Su Mo's hand.

Even the brightest spotlights couldn't dim the seven colors in the darkness.

This is a high-grade bag that can only be obtained with an average completion rate of 300%, and it is the best testament to the villagers' hard work.

"Today's harvest belongs to each and every one of us."

Just one sentence, accompanied by Su Mo's grinning face.

In an instant, the coldness melted away! The silence that had barely occupied this land was once again broken by cheers.

Apart from the management team who had grasped a bit of the message conveyed in Su Mo's words and stood below with complicated expressions, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

All the other villagers lined up moved in perfect unison.

Blue, green, colorful.

More than a thousand dazzling lucky bags began to materialize in everyone's hands as Su Mo was activated and distributed.

The spotlight's beam was completely overshadowed by the light from the lucky bag.

As everyone held the lucky bags high above their heads, from a distance it looked as if a new sun was rising from the earth, which was extremely impressive.

"I hereby announce that, starting today, everyone's lucky bag rewards do not need to be handed over."

"This is the fruit of your labor, the reward for surviving each day in these last days."

"Everyone's property will be under my protection, and none of my subordinates may coerce others into trading their goods by any means."

As expected.

Hearing Su Mo say such a thing, the management felt relieved this time.

Looking down at the villagers cheering and jumping for joy, as if it were New Year's Day.

In the end, they shook their heads and couldn't utter a single word.

When privatization begins to appear in a group, it signifies that the initial social structure is about to take shape.

Although the territory currently only has a little over a thousand people, there are already rules in place.

Soon, as the number of people increases, a small social collective will be fully formed.

If this rule continues indefinitely, when the number of people reaches a peak...

At that time, territory could no longer be called land; there was a better term to describe it.

Land!

The villagers were not just ordinary survivors, but the people!

And this depression will no longer be Su Mo's territory alone. With the efforts of countless people, it will become the first country on the wasteland continent!

I was deeply shocked and filled with emotion.

What Su Mo said next left the entire management team completely bewildered, making it impossible for them to listen to a word he said.

It wasn't until Su Mo shouted that the meeting was over and all the villagers walked in groups of three or five toward the Agricultural Tool Center that they suddenly realized what had happened.

"What, are you surprised?"

Seeing Su Mo confidently stride down, Chen Shen, who already knew Su Mo's ultimate goal, trembled his lips as if he wanted to say no, but in the end he nodded.

"The time shouldn't be now."

"It's too early. We haven't built up our foundation yet; we don't have enough."

Su Mo interrupted, "Then when is the right time?"

Like solving a riddle.

This time, Su Mo's question stumped Chen Shen.

Yes, when is time?

Ten thousand people?

One hundred thousand? Or one million? One year? Five years? Or ten years? In this wasteland, no one knows how long they will live, so what's the point of talking about the future?

"I understand, but this..."

Su Mo: "What I want to see is not lifelessness, but circulation, Chen Shen. I don't believe you don't understand the significance of circulation."

"Any commodity is useless to us; the communal dining system is simply not suitable for the apocalypse."

"I don't want to see everyone treated the same whether they do good or bad, and I especially don't want to see anyone, no matter how long they've lived in our territory, running out of food and still waiting for us to distribute it."

"In the future, as we grow larger, we can't continue to act like a parent, worrying about everything, telling them to buy food and shelter if they want it, and to pay someone to build whatever they need."

"What I want to see is a diversified territory, not a place where money, resources, and weapons are all concentrated in the hands of us, leaving these things to lie in warehouses and gather dust every day!"

Seeing the same doubts in the eyes of the others, Su Mo simply blurted them out.

Reform is inevitable.

The sooner it is revealed, the greater the damage to a lord like Su Mo, and the greater the benefit to his subjects.

However, the later it is revealed, the more wealth will be accumulated by those in power.

However, as the scale increases, the difficulty of reform also increases exponentially, and more problems will arise.

At that time, if there was even a single mistake, the consequences could be unimaginable.

Between the two, Su Mo chose the former.

He wasn't the kind of fool who wanted to gather all the good things together and read them several times before going to bed to feel at ease.

As long as there is no worry about food or supplies.

Once the economy is in motion, Su Mo, as the source of technology, believes that...

In the end, wealth will still return to his hands!

At that time, his control over this territory will reach an unprecedented level.

Ten times, a hundred times more than now! "Alright, I know what you're trying to say. You'll understand in a few days."

"Now go back and open the lucky bags. If you get something good, you can all become rich in the territory!"

She shook the Seven-Colored Lucky Bag in her hand.

Looking down at the group of managers below, they wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Su Mo laughed heartily and turned to walk towards the Underground Shelter.

From an angle unseen by the others, Su Mo gave Su Deben a look and grinned.

In a sense, he still had selfish motives.

However, only Su Deben, a shrewd person, could understand this.

Scientific research is a bottomless pit; no matter how much wealth one person invests, it will never be enough to fill it.

If the wealth of the territory is used in this way, as the population grows, the people below will surely have many complaints.

Even if it's distributed to them for free, it still feels like Su Mo is misappropriating collective wealth for his own purposes.

But now, it's just a matter of allocating it like this.

When Lü Kuan and others produced high-tech equipment, all the villagers naturally paid for it.

At that time, by playing around with crowdfunding and other such tricks, everyone would willingly "take the bait".

This is Su Mo's ultimate goal!