His brows frowned suddenly.

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

There is a huge pit inside, with a diameter of seventy or eighty meters!

Rumble...

There was a constant roar of machine work, which came into Ye Mo's mind.

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

That is the raw material with indium metal.

This metal is mainly used to make mobile phone touch screens.

Jingjia’s biggest source of profit is mobile phone 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 a touch screen for mobile phones.

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

They all have pale faces and thin skin, their eyes are dull, and they are like walking corpses, only knowing how to work.

Due to malnutrition, most people are as thin as if they can break their bones with a little force.

Judging from their appearance, some of them looked like border people, and some of them had prominent cheekbones and thick eyebrows, like those from Southern Myanmar and Cambodia.

They put the raw materials into a trolley and then poured the raw materials into a huge cement pool not far away.

There was an unknown liquid in the cement pool. As soon as the raw materials entered, thick smoke came out and chemical reactions occurred.

"Damn it, hurry up!"

A tall supervisor with a pistol on his waist and a thorny whip in his hand, urging these workers to shout:

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

"I can't finish it, I have no food to eat!"

When these workers heard this, they still had no expression on their faces.

They have long been numb.

Just a little faster.

boom!

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

"What's going on! This is not a good job!"

The supervisor raised the long whip and continued to hit the workers.

Bang!

With this whip, the worker's skin was blooming and his back was bloody.

The severe pain made the worker's expression distorted, curled up on the ground and remained 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, right?"

The supervisor whipped another whip on the workers' back, and more blood was flowing.

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

The worker murmured mercy, looking frightened:

"I work, don't hit me...I don't have the strength now... Can you give me half a steamed bun, just half a...I'll have the strength to work after eating..."

"Baozi, I'm thinking about eating before I finish my work! It's like a bucket!" The supervisor was furious and whipped it up with a long whip, causing the worker to roll and whimper.

Five more whips were slapped, and the worker lay motionless on the ground.

Breathing weakly, expressions are sluggish, and pupils begin to dissipate.

He was about to be beaten to death.

"Pretend to death?"

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

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

Bang!

Gunshots resounded through underground pits.
Chapter completed!