His brows suddenly frowned slightly.

If you look inside the hill, you will find that the bottom of the hill has already been hollowed out.

Inside is a huge pit with a diameter of seventy or eighty meters!

Rumble...

The constant roaring sound of machines working was transmitted into Ye Mo's mind.

In the center of the pit, there is a huge pile of black and gray metal, more than ten meters high.

It is a raw material containing indium metal.

This metal is mainly used to make touch screens for mobile phones.

Jingjia’s biggest source of profit is mobile phone OEM processing, such as touch screens, display screens, electronic components, speakers, vibration units, etc.

The main task of this factory is to extract indium metal from these raw materials and then transport it to make mobile phone touch screens.

At this time, more than 20 workers were walking back and forth around the pile of raw materials.

They all have sallow faces and thin eyes, and their eyes are lifeless. They are like walking zombies. They only know how to work.

Due to malnutrition, most people are as skinny as a stick, as if their bones could be broken with just a little force.

Judging from their appearance, some of them look like people from the border area, and some of them have prominent cheekbones and thick eyebrows, like people from South Myanmar and Cambodia.

They loaded the raw materials into trolleys and poured them into a huge cement pool not far away.

There was an unknown liquid in the cement pool. As soon as the raw materials entered it, thick smoke emitted and a chemical reaction occurred.

"Damn it, do it faster!"

A tall supervisor, with a pistol on his waist and a thorn whip in his hand, urged and shouted at the workers:

"Today's production of 500 tons of indium must be completed!"

"If we can't finish it, everyone will have nothing to eat!"

When these workers heard this, they remained expressionless.

They have already become numb.

Just a little faster pace.

boom!

Suddenly a worker fell to the ground and the raw materials were scattered all over the floor.

"What's going on! You can't even do this job well!"

The supervisor raised his whip and struck the workers with it.

Snapped!

With this whip, the worker's skin and flesh were torn open, and his back was bloody.

The worker's expression was distorted by the severe pain, and he curled up on the ground, motionless.

He didn't even have the strength to scream and wail.

"Lying on the ground and pretending to be dead? Humph! You don't want to work anymore, do you?"

The supervisor hit the worker on the back with a whip again, causing more blood to flow.

"Don't hit me...I...I do...I work..."

The workers murmured begging for mercy, looking frightened:

"I'm working, don't hit me... I have no strength now... Can you give me half a steamed bun, just half... I will have the strength to work after eating it

Alive..."

"Trash, you want to eat before the work is done! You are just a waste of money!" The supervisor was furious and whipped up the worker with a long whip, causing the worker to roll over and moan softly.

After five more whips, the worker lay motionless on the ground.

His breathing was weak, his expression was sluggish, and his pupils began to dilate.

He was about to be beaten to death.

"Playing dead?"

The supervisor smiled cruelly: "Since you don't work, then you can die."

He took out the pistol from his waist, pointed the muzzle at the worker's eyebrows, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The sound of gunfire echoed through the underground pits.
Chapter completed!