rpbooks Chapter 234 Pigsty Roofing and High-Dimensional Farmhouse
Chapter 234 Pigsty Roofing and High-Dimensional Farmhouse
In the backyard, inside the "Primitive Life Experience Camp" transformed from an abandoned pedestrian street, the atmosphere was so lively it was almost eerie.
Under the scorching sun and in temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius, several business tycoons whose combined net worth could influence the GDP of Changxiang City stood shirtless and covered in mud in front of a newly built red brick building.
That was a pigsty that they built entirely by hand over five days.
Shen Wanshan held a trowel in his hand. His once well-maintained hands were now covered with calluses and tiny cuts from the red bricks.
He wiped the sweat from his face, smeared mud on half of his face, and then smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.
"Mr. Zhang, you'll have to fill this last brick. Your chain restaurant has the highest requirements for pork quality, so this is to bring good luck." Shen Wanshan handed a red brick to Zhang Pangzi, the restaurant tycoon next to him.
Fatty Zhang was panting heavily, the fat on his belly jiggling with each breath.
He took the brick, carefully applied cement to the edges, solemnly pressed it into the gap in the wall, and then tapped it with the handle of the trowel to make sure it fit perfectly.
"Good! Great success!" Fatty Zhang shouted at the top of his lungs.
Several middle-aged men immediately burst into enthusiastic cheers, some even banging wooden sticks on the empty cement buckets as if they were salutes.
If this kind of unseemly revelry were captured by financial reporters, it would definitely cause stock market turmoil.
Guan Shan squatted under the shade of a tree in the distance, crunching away on a cucumber, completely unfazed by the scene.
Su Qing walked over with a tablet and pulled up several sets of data to report: "Boss, Shen Wanshan's cortisol level has dropped to the lower limit of normal, and dopamine secretion is stabilizing. The physiological indicators of the other people are better than the anti-aging treatments they spend millions on every year. This pigsty has really had a therapeutic effect."
Wang Minyu sat in an old wicker chair, toying with two discarded energy cores seized from the S organization's base, which made a crisp clinking sound.
"Human genes are etched with a primal dependence on the land and labor." Wang Minyu's gaze passed over the pigsty and looked at the wasteland further away. "These people have been in the concrete jungle for too long, and all their sense of accomplishment is built on virtual numbers and contracts that could collapse at any moment. Their brains have been in a state of suspension for a long time. Building pigsties is to let them rediscover the 'physical touch'. The weight of each brick, the viscosity of each shovel of mud, are telling their nervous system—this is real. Reality is the best medicine to cure cyberpsychosis."
"What about those free laborers?" Wang Minyu asked.
Su Qing swiped a few times on the tablet and brought up the surveillance footage from the back mountain.
The seven senior S organization agents who had been captured earlier (including the team leader named Bai Xiao) were wearing coarse cloth clothes and bending over to cultivate the land on the hillside.
After several days of "formatted bricklaying" and conditioning with Pierre's specially made pig feed, this group of high-dimensional fanatics who once attempted to control the laws of the universe have completely shed their former ferocity.
In the scene, Bai Xiao is loudly arguing with his companion about the acidity or alkalinity of a newly sprouted radish seedling, his expression even more focused than when he is researching extraordinary genes.
"Their current psychological state assessment is 'extremely peaceful'." Su Qing pushed up his black-rimmed glasses. "Bai Xiao even wrote a 30,000-word 'Logical Argumentation Report on the Improvement of Yellow Soil Quality and Sweet Potato Yield in Changxiang City,' which he submitted to Boss Liu yesterday, hoping to apply for a few bags of compound fertilizer."
Wang Minyu tossed the crystal core into the wooden box next to him, making a soft click.
"Tell Boss Liu that compound fertilizer won't be approved. To grow mutated sweet potatoes that can be used in medicine, they must use their own sweat and the most basic farmyard manure." Wang Minyu stood up. "Let's go, let's go inspect our high-end clients."
At the experiential camp, the celebration ceremony had reached a crucial stage—dinner.
Pierre pushed out a huge industrial-grade stainless steel food cart.
For the first time today, he wasn't wearing his custom-made chef's uniform, but instead wore a camouflage vest commonly seen on construction sites, with a white towel draped around his neck, perfectly blending into the surrounding atmosphere.
"Gentlemen," Pierre lifted the lid of the huge pot on the food cart, and a strong, domineering steam, mixed with the aroma of herbs and meat, shot into the sky, "to celebrate the successful completion of your great construction project, I have specially prepared this 'High-Dimensional Ecological Iron Pot Stew'. The ingredients are mutated potatoes from the back mountain, free-range chickens that have undergone nuclear magnetic resonance treatment, and Old Cai's privately kept 20-year-old tangerine peel."
Several billionaires, like cats that have smelled fish, swarmed around Pierre, each holding a chipped enamel bowl, watching him eagerly as he shared the food.
She showed none of the composure she usually displays when swirling a glass of red wine in a high-end restaurant.
Shen Wanshan, holding a large bowl of stew, found a clean stone slab to sit down.
He ate slowly, carefully chewing each piece of chicken, feeling the rough fibers breaking between his teeth.
Wang Minyu walked over to him and handed him a bill.
"Mr. Shen, your 'pigsty experience card' has expired. This is your treatment bill for this week. It includes mud bath, heavy physical labor and psychological counseling, and special meals, totaling 2.1 million."
Shen Wanshan put down his bowl, casually wiped his hands on his clothes, took the bill without even looking at it, took out a checkbook from his pocket, signed a string of numbers, and handed it to Wang Minyu.
"Boss Wang, this money was well spent." Shen Wanshan looked at the pigsty he had built with his own hands, his eyes clearer than ever before. "I used to always think about changing the world and building a business empire. Now, looking at this wall, I realize that being able to lay a solid brick is more reassuring than managing a multi-billion dollar project."
He paused, his tone becoming serious: "Regarding the investment I mentioned a few days ago, I'm serious. Your 'dimensional reduction therapy' model has immeasurable market potential in the high-pressure society of the future. I want to invest not only in your current pharmacy, but also in your next plan."
Wang Minyu looked at the check in his hand; the amount on it had one more zero than the bill.
"The acquisition of the latter part of the pedestrian street is complete." Wang Minyu put away the check. "Those dilapidated shops will be demolished. I plan to build a larger-scale 'Renxin Ecological Sanatorium.' It will not only treat illnesses but also harvest... oh no, I mean regulate the various emotional ailments of modern people. You don't need to do much: handle the planning bureau's procedures and take charge of the initial infrastructure construction."
"No problem. I'll cover all the funding and connections." Shen Wanshan agreed readily. Having experienced the life-or-death threat from "The Cleaners," he knew better than anyone that clinging to Wang Minyu was his greatest guarantee of survival in the future.
With Shen Wanshan's complete commercial surrender, the starry sky panel at the edge of Wang Minyu's vision lit up again.
It was a pure trust and fervor, devoid of any self-interest. Although it hadn't yet reached the purity of "Origin Crystallization," as a regular energy reserve, it had already increased the efficiency of the Spirit Gathering Array by ten percent.
"By the way, Mr. Wang," Shen Wanshan said, taking a bite of rice before suddenly remembering something. "I have a friend who's quite famous in the tech world. He hasn't been doing well lately, and when he heard I was 'cultivating' here, he insisted on coming to check on me. That guy's a geek; he only believes in data and algorithms. He'll probably find fault with your combination of traditional Chinese medicine and metaphysics."
"Looking for trouble?" Wang Minyu looked down at him. "I like patients who talk about science the most. Let him come, and remember to bring his medical report and bank card."