Super Dimension Technology Era

India - West Bengal.

This is the rice planting area of ​​Tianzhu. It is located in the northeast of Tianzhu and is part of the Ganges Delta plain. The local climate is hot and the influence of the tropical monsoon climate makes it a very good rice planting area.

But at this moment, something unimaginable is happening here.

Near the local city of Howrah, among the suburbs close to the banks of the Ganges River.

There are rows of low buildings. Most of the so-called houses are iron houses. Those two or three-story cement houses already stand out from the crowd.

Compared with the high-rise buildings in the city, or the "high-caste rich area", this place is simply a hell, a naked slum.

This land has been solidified for thousands of years, and it can be said that it is deeply ingrained. The upper castes will always be superior, while the lower castes can only work as cows and horses all their lives. This is a completely locked society.

Piles of garbage were piled up wantonly on the roadside, green-headed flies were buzzing around, and hundreds of wires were entangled on the stubborn telephone poles, as messy as a homeless man's hair.

There was a strong smell of curry in the air, and the smell of spices seemed to cover up other smells.

It had just rained heavily, and a skinny old man, walking slowly with a cane and bare feet on the muddy road, trudged towards the store not far away.

At the door of the store not far away, a winding queue had already formed. The queue was like a suffocated earthworm, trapped in the muddy ground, twisting uneasily.

Old Ambani finally got to the back of the queue. Inside the queue, the poor people who were shirtless or wearing tattered clothes were discussing in whispers.

"Did you hear that?"

"What……"

"The price of rice has gone up again."

"Brahma, that's too bad."

"I heard it has increased to 35 rupees."

"I can't live this life."

"..."

Old Ambani felt nervous and couldn't help but squeeze the rice bag and 200 rupees (10 rupees equal to 1 Chinese dollar) in his hand tighter, for fear of being visited by thieves.

However, Mr. Ambani is also very afraid of the rising rice prices. Prices continue to rise, but his income does not rise but falls.

In early March, the price of rice in Tianzhu was only 11 to 13 rupees per kilogram. Now it has skyrocketed to 35 rupees per kilogram. The price of rice has increased by 300% year-on-year. It has not only caused the poor to complain, but also indirectly increased the prices of other things.

The average monthly income of poor people in Tianzhu is about 2,000 to 3,000 rupees. At the previous rice price, you could buy enough rice for a month for 300 rupees, but now you have to spend 900 rupees.

If other food is included, each of them now needs to spend 1,500 rupees to barely fill their stomachs.

While thinking wildly, I lined up anxiously.

Half an hour later, Ambani saw that there were between ten and ten people left in front of him, and he felt a little relieved.

Suddenly there was a commotion ahead.

"No?"

"Damn..."

"No more?"

Store employees placed a wooden sign at the door that read "Rice sold out."

The poor people who were queuing began to curse.

Old Ambani looked at the red letters in disappointment, which were as dazzling as blood. He was completely devastated. There was not much food left at home.

If he could no longer buy food, not only would he starve to death, but his wife and grandchildren would also starve to death.

In desperation, he could only go to another store farther away, hoping to buy food there. The long-term hunger made the old Ambani not only walk slowly, but also gave people a shaky and fragile feeling.

In the sky, cumulonimbus clouds from the Bay of Bengal slowly settled over Howrah, giving it a sense of depression before a storm.

Old Ambani struggled to take two steps quickly.

Suddenly, a man wrapped in a face scarf appeared in front of him and suddenly attacked Old Ambani. The man's hands were trembling and he frantically grabbed Old Ambani's left hand, which was holding the rice bag and 200 rupees.

But under the tension, it came to nothing.

Snapped! The old man used all his strength to hit the masked man on the head with his cane.

"Robbery..." Old Ambani shouted sadly.

In pain, the masked man's inner ferocity aroused, he pulled out half of the rusty scissors from his waist and plunged them into the old Ambani's chest.

The old man's heaving chest instantly spurted blood, splattering all over the masked man's body.

Not caring about anything else, the masked man quickly grabbed the 200 rupees, but the old man still held on to the banknotes tenaciously.

Tear! Three banknotes were scratched by the masked man. The furious masked man was about to break the old man's hand away. At this time, many people came over.

The masked man could only wave half of the scissors and fled towards the alley.

Crack... A dazzling lightning flashed in the dark clouded sky, and then a heavy downpour fell on the slums.

Cold raindrops hit the old Ambani. The old Ambani, who was wearing a cane, still clutched the three half-finished banknotes tightly, and blood kept coming out of the wound on his chest.

His gradually dilated pupils were still staring at the closed shop at the end of the street.

Several poor people who rushed over touched the old man in fear and found that the old man's body was stiff, his body temperature was cold, and his pupils were completely dilated.

"He returns to Lord Shiva."

The policeman who is always the last to appear finally arrived half an hour later.

"This weather is terrible," the police chief complained.

After glancing at the wet corpse, he immediately turned his attention to his polished sheepskin boots. Looking at the leather boots that had been contaminated by the muddy road, he felt distressed.

"You two should be more agile."

"Okay, okay."

…

On top of a tall building in Howrah.

Through the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, it faces the slums.

John put down the telescope in his hand and said in disgust: "These inferior people should disappear from this world."

"The Chinese side seems to have failed." Ivan, who was looking at the computer, raised his head and said.

John picked up a glass of red wine and drank it down in one gulp, and then said nonchalantly: "This time it's just an appetizer. Next time I will let them know that ants will be ants after all."

Ivan said nonchalantly: "I found some very interesting information, you can take a look."

After speaking, John turned the notebook over, put down the red wine glass, looked at the notebook, and then frowned.

Large-scale glass greenhouses? Low-price subsidized electricity? Soybean production is expected to be 25 million tons this year?

"Is the information confirmed?"

"Although the Huaguo Temple has been completely wiped out, we still have other chess pieces we can use." Ivan replied with a shrug.

"Hmph! Let them be proud for a while, and the next time it won't be a rice plague!" John laughed sinisterly.

This time, their rice plague did not paralyze China. Instead, it accidentally hit the auxiliary car and trapped Tianzhu and Southeast Asia.

Especially in Tianzhu, which has a huge population, people have begun to starve to death in the slums, and the famine is getting worse.

On the other hand, Tianzhu hopes to buy grain from the United States for emergency purposes, but those international grain merchants are very aggressive. Not only are the prices very high, but there are also a series of additional conditions.

The negotiations between the two parties broke up unhappily.

This hungry world is wiping out the poor, physically.