Chapter 1283

Watching the bustling workshop, Dai Er's thoughts drifted into the distance unconsciously.

He is a relatively lucky guy.

He is a migrant worker who came to the Zhuolan region from another place to work. There are many people like him in Zhuolan, and most of these people are not necessarily able to have a stable job.

But even so, there are still a large number of migrant workers trying to find the key to a new life in Zhuolan, to open that door they have been longing for for a long time.

But unfortunately, for every ten migrant workers, at most only two or three can get a stable job, and if there are three people, two of them must be female.

There are many application scenarios for women, such as being a maid for the wealthy. A large villa or a manor might need dozens of maids.

Besides that, the service industry in the Zhuolan region is also very developed. From waiters in roadside restaurants to call girls in large hotels and nightclubs, there are too many industries that need them to contribute a little.

Compared to women who can easily get jobs here, it is not that easy for migrant men to get a stable job.

Most people do odd jobs locally, but even if they do odd jobs, their income is higher than what they earned in other places or even other Xiang Yalan countries before.

People are always like this, moving toward places where wealth gathers, without considering whether they can adapt to the life there.

Dai Er is a very lucky guy. After he came to the Zhuolan region, for about—more than a month, he had not found a job, not even a temporary job.

He was not very accustomed to the environmental atmosphere here. The fast-paced work made him always make mistakes in many temporary jobs, and then he was fired.

The high-intensity, fast-paced work here makes it difficult for all outsiders to adapt. The Xiang Yalan region is a poor and "lazy"

region. Most people are very poor, but they don't consider how to change their poor lives. Even if they have a lot of time, they only gather together to chat, brag, and smoke, instead of thinking about doing something.

So people who came to Zhuolan to work at the beginning were not accustomed to the life and work rhythm here.

In more than a month, Dai Er had spent almost all the money he had on him, but fortunately, he knew that there were many blood banks in Zhuolan.

They can sell their blood for a relatively suitable price.

Within the Federation, the price for federal people to sell blood themselves is about thirty-five yuan per time, for five hundred milliliters.

The price for selling blood in Zhuolan is a bit lower than in the Federation, about twenty yuan or so. Sometimes it might be a bit lower, for example, sixteen or eighteen yuan.

This is because there are too many people selling blood in the Xiang Yalan region. There are too many poor people here, and too many lazy people. Plus, these blood bank institutions don't care much about their physical condition. Even if they come to sell blood again in a short time, for example, after two months or even a month, the blood bank will not refuse.

Some people have died because of frequent blood selling. Society is not interested in this kind of news, and many people don't think this is a matter of losing humanity and destroying morality. They only think that the guy who died was too stupid.

If the time span could be larger, then clearly he would not have had an accident.

Selling blood has become a means for some people to quickly obtain a sum of money. In Zhuolan, and even the entire Lapa region, it is very practical.

Dai Er also sold blood. Before selling blood, he also received a free experience. The result of the experience made him very happy; the doctor said his body was very healthy.

They obtained some of his tissues, which were said to be used for some data archiving. He didn't understand this very well, but since the blood bank was willing to continue paying him a few hundred yuan for this, he couldn't refuse.

His life in Zhuolan seemed to have undergone a huge change because of that blood selling.

Soon he found a stable job. Although it was busy and hard, the factory's benefits were good, and the wages were paid on time.

Every month he could get an income of about twenty yuan from the factory, which already belonged to the middle-to-high level of income in the Zhuolan region. Besides that, the factory also had free lunch and dinner, and organized a physical examination every three months, as well as some psychological counseling and the like.

What made him even more satisfied was that the factory's working hours were not long, only ten hours a day, which left him a little more private space.

But it was not all good news; there was also some bad news. For example, the factory stipulated that the employees' weight must be within a reasonable range they formulated, and no one could get fat. It was said that it was because the boss didn't like fat people.

Secondly, everyone must undergo a physical fitness test every three months to test their physical condition, including physical strength, endurance, strength, etc.

If someone's physical condition did not meet the standard, the factory would also arrange for them to make some adjustments to ensure that their bodies were always in a very healthy state.

It can be said that such a factory seemed to have almost no shortcomings in Dai Er's eyes. There was free food and a good accommodation environment, and the capitalists also cared about their bodies, which made Dai Er suspect whether some of the practices of federal capitalists he learned through other channels had been vilified by some people!

In short, he was very satisfied with working here now. He had worked for two years and saved more than three hundred yuan.

It seems that this money is not much, but in fact, it is enough to buy a house in his hometown, marry a wife, and live a happy life.

He is still young, he hasn't reached that step yet, and he still has to continue to struggle.

He wants to save at least one thousand yuan, and then he will consider other things.

His thinking is diverging and thinking, but the movements in his hands have not stopped. This is the "power" of workers on the assembly line.

Their thinking and body seem to be able to be split into two parts when working. The thinking thinks about the things they want to think about, while the body constantly repeats those dull work, constantly doing it.

The day ended very quickly. At five o'clock in the afternoon, the factory had already rung the bell for stopping work. The bell lasted for about three minutes.

The opening at the front of the conveyor belt used to spit out semi-finished products had stopped, and everyone at each post showed a smile on their faces after processing the last item in their hands.

But they still need to wait a while.

After the worker in the last procedure finished his work and put the assembled product into the box, the bell finally stopped, and everyone stood up.

The team leaders of each group began to count the number of products completed today. After registering, these small cadres would bow to each worker to express their gratitude for their hard work.

Then everyone began to line up, preparing to leave the factory and go to the canteen for a meal.

Dai Er was also used to this set of processes, and his face was full of smiles. The moment the bell rang, he came from hell to heaven, and the whole world seemed to become bright, colorful, and lively. He talked in a low voice with the people in front and behind him. This is the moment they, the workers, look forward to most every day: finishing work, then going to eat, and going to rest.

The group lined up neatly to finish clocking in and then left the workshop, heading to the restaurant. On the way, Dai Er saw several cars parked over at the factory's main building.

The reason he was attracted to those cars was that those cars looked like box trucks, but they were a bit different from ordinary box trucks.

He only took a few glances, and then he withdrew his gaze.

Dinner was beef stewed with tomatoes and potatoes, which is one of the very classic dinner menus, always making people never get tired of eating it.

"I heard that Lapa is also going to host some sports competitions, and they will be broadcast throughout."

The content of workers chatting in the restaurant is often closely following current events, those fashionable current events.

Dai Er also chatted with them. As a young man, he also likes this content.

After eating, they need to go back to freshen up and then change into casual clothes. Then they have about two hours of free time. At nine o'clock in the evening, the factory will close its doors, prohibiting entry and exit, and everyone must rest in the dormitory.

Some people will use these two hours to go out for a turn, and some people will stay in those entertainment rooms with televisions to kill time.

In fact, as long as you don't leave the factory area, you don't need to worry about the nine o'clock problem.

After Dai Er returned to the dormitory and just finished washing up and changed into casual clothes, someone came over. It was a good friend he knew, and also the person who accepted this job and introduced him.

"Dai Er, go out for a turn?"

"I know a shop, their barbecue is very delicious, we can eat some barbecue and drink some wine."

There is no prohibition in the Xiang Yalan region, and coupled with the special climate environment here, the price of alcohol is not high. Even at the bottom of society, they can afford to drink, it is nothing more than the quality of the good or bad.

Dai Er took a look at his good friend and did not refuse. Their relationship was very good.

This person did not want Dai Er to treat him often because he introduced this job to Dai Er. On the contrary, this person would take the initiative to treat him from time to time, which made Dai Er always feel a bit guilty.

He was clearly the one who was helped, but he was always taking advantage.

He put his wallet into his pocket, "Just right, we said last time that I would treat you this time."

His tone was very firm. After the two looked at each other for a while, his friend made a concession, "Okay, no problem, but I decide where to eat."

Dai Er's face had a few more smiles. Although treating someone to a meal would cost his money, it could make him feel a kind of spiritual relaxation.

Sometimes owing others too much will be very tiring.

After his friend took him away, the two just walked out of the dormitory building, and someone came to Dai Er's room, packed all his things, put them in a bag, and then placed them at the door.

Dai Er didn't know about these. He just followed his friend to the restaurant the other party mentioned. They ordered some food and some wine.

The two chatted about some work matters recently, chatted about those beautiful female workers, chatted about—

When people are invested in something, time will pass unconsciously. I don't know if it was because Dai Er was treating him today, which made him feel a sense of relaxation. He felt that today's wine was exceptionally sweet, and he drank too much unconsciously.

After eight o'clock in the evening, Dai Er was already lying on the table, completely losing consciousness. It was not just the effect of the wine, but also the anesthetic.

His friend stood up, glanced sideways at Dai Er, and then greeted people to come over and send him to the back.

More than ten minutes later, several cars carried Dai Er to a high-end hospital in the special zone that was not open to the public.

This is an experimental center for research on the most advanced medical science invested by Lanse, because the Xiang Yalan region has rich "resources," and the price is much lower than that in the Federation.

In the population market within the Federation, a healthy male under forty and over twenty needs about two thousand to three thousand yuan, while a female needs three thousand to five thousand yuan.

If there are any special needs, the price might be a bit higher.

The Federation has always had a very serious situation of human trafficking. Although the federal government has abolished slavery for a long time, the upper class, who have long been accustomed to treating people as commodities, still trade these things in secret. It is definitely not the bottom of society trading. On one hand, they cannot afford these populations at all. Secondly, even if they can afford it, they find it difficult to settle these "commodities."

Those who can settle these commodities are at least the middle class and above.

In the Federation's real estate projects, whether it is a manor or a large villa, there often needs to be multiple basements.

Some homeowners even buy a house and then remodel the basement, and remodeling the basement is also considered a very popular industry in the Federation.

In fact, calling it remodeling the basement is better to call it remodeling a private prison, which is used to settle those "commodities."

If it is an individual buyer, they might not need that many people, buying one or two in a certain cycle, and then hiding them in their own dungeon. After they are killed and cleaned up, they will buy another one.

This kind of consumption amount is not large, maybe a few thousand yuan a year.

But hospitals are different. Hospitals need a large number of living bodies to do experiments. This kind of experiment, whether it is synthetic drug experiments or surgical experiments, needs a large base, often thousands of people, or even more.

Some experiments can be made public to society. For example, some medical groups have developed some new drugs. They will collect patients with targeted diseases from society to conduct drug trials.

For patients who have no money to treat or have no better medical means, they are willing to participate. Even if they don't give money, or even need to pay fees to the medical group, they are willing to try.

But some are clearly not that easy to recruit voluntary drug testers, or for example, doing organ transplant-related surgeries, cutting the organs off, and then sewing them back on, repeating it several times.

This kind of experiment cannot find anyone, only buy.

The cost of hundreds of thousands or millions may not allow them to get the results they want. It may take several rounds, millions, which is an expensive R&D cost.

But now they do this in the Zhuolan region, it is much cheaper, because the population here is not worth money. A few hundred yuan can buy a good, qualified experimental body, or a little cheaper.

This can save medical groups a lot of costs.

Dai Er is such a commodity, a population commodity.

When he was doing matching for Mo Lisi, there were many candidates. Among all the candidates, Dai Er's body tissue had the smallest rejection reaction in Mo Lisi's immune system. In other words, he was the most suitable donor.

In order to monitor these valuable "commodities" at a low cost for a long time, medical groups and capitalists who cooperate with them jointly set up such a factory.

Seventy or eighty percent of the workers in the factory are actually commodities that have already been labeled. In the factory, medical groups and those waiting for a certain opportunity can observe their specific situation more clearly, keeping these important commodities always in the best state.

Dai Er was sent to a hospital not open to the public after anesthesia. When he woke up, he was already lying on the operating table.

He was firmly tied to the operating table. He tried to struggle, but it was meaningless.

He screamed and yelled, no one gave him any response, he was terrified.

I don't know how long it took, the door of the room opened, and two doctors walked in. They first checked Dai Er's vital signs, and after confirming that his current situation fully met the requirements for transplantation, they injected new anesthetic into his body.

He struggled violently, but there seemed to be a force in his body that he could not resist, constantly making his consciousness sink. After about a minute, he completely lost consciousness.

The doctors pushed his hospital bed to the experimental room next door. Mo Lisi was already lying on another bed.

He was also naked, he took a look at the young man who was pushed in, younger than him, not the kind of strong with muscles all over, but looked muscular, very healthy.

The chief surgeon walked to Mo Lisi's side, "Mr. Mo Lisi, please don't worry, we have completed more than three thousand surgeries, and the success rate of lung transplantation is as high as over ninety percent!"

"This is still our relatively modest statement!"

"So you don't need to worry about your safety at all. In a while, I will inject anesthetic into your body, and you will fall into a deep sleep."

"After you wake up, your life will turn a brand new page!"

Mo Lisi nodded, he glanced at the guy on the bed next door, "What will happen to him?"

The doctor showed a smile, "You are a good person, Mr. Mo Lisi."

He did not answer Mo Lisi's question, but this answer let Mo Lisi know that the guy next door most likely would not survive.

The healthy lungs will be transplanted into his body, and his broken lungs will be thrown away directly.

The fact that that guy's lungs can be successfully transplanted into Mo Lisi's body and there is no major rejection reaction does not mean that Mo Lisi's lungs transplanted into the other party's body will not have a rejection reaction either.

Mo Lisi turned his head and looked at the ceiling, "What is his name?"

"Dai Er."

The doctor paused for a moment, "Mr. Mo Lisi, are you ready to take a nap?"

Mo Lisi nodded a bit nervously, "I'm ready—"