Chapter 885 - 904: Ting Mo’s Little Special Feature~
Chapter 885: Chapter 904: Ting Mo’s Little Special Feature~
The joint personnel from the fourteen schools gradually departed from the Q3 Star this morning.
They had departed, but hope remained.
The Staff Major General opened the hospital and requisitioned a large amount of post-war Spirit Nourishing Liquid and Repair Fluid from the Military Department. At the same time, he invited several Spirit Healing Masters from the legion to work on-site. Of course, military medical supplies couldn’t be requisitioned on a whim; they were exchanged for the testing ores stockpiled on the Q3 Planet. After all, the radiation sickness had originated from these ores, and it was also through them that a solution was finally found.
After coordinating the armed forces and leaving behind a fraction of personnel to wait for the new planet governor to take office, Mo Si also boarded a Warship and left Q3.
Things here were gradually drawing to a close.
Even after they left, media outlets continued to arrive from nearby regions for interviews. The massive wave of traffic had receded, but news reporters and various marketing accounts refused to let the local situation slip by. They filmed the current scenes to contrast them with the past, interviewing the locals to echo the sentiments of a hopeful public.
Everything was truly heading in a positive direction.
Naturally, among all the accounts, the one that shot to the top of the trending list the fastest belonged to Ting Mo. Armed with first-hand historical footage, she simply posted two short interviews from the mining area. Such footage was now incredibly rare.
The video was choppy. It showed her holding a camera in a pitch-black mine, asking a miner, "What are your thoughts on that interview back then?"
"My father regretted it up until the day he died," the miner wept. "At the time, he had no idea that an interview—"
...would lead to so many incidents, or that it carried such profound implications. As it turned out, he was the son of the miner who had accepted the local Q3 interview and claimed he worked eight hours a day for a monthly salary of ten thousand Star Coins.
"Back then, I wanted to go to school, but our family had no money... so he went." He swallowed hard. "He is no longer here, so I will apologize to everyone on his behalf." After saying this, he didn’t bow; instead, he dropped straight to his knees.
The second video was also set in the mine, clearly shot covertly.
A robot overseer walked among the crowd holding a long whip. If anyone showed even the slightest hint of slacking off, a brutal lash would follow. People fell, only to struggle back to their feet.
Then came the time to distribute the daily wages. Those who performed well received thirty-five, while those who didn’t only got twenty. Throughout the video, workers could be seen arguing with the foreman, only to be beaten once again.
The audio in the video was incredibly noisy. At the very end came Ting Mo’s voice, her words slightly muffled by the wind.
"I was born on a Numbered Planet. When I was little, I didn’t think it was particularly bitter here; I just felt that life was incredibly, endlessly exhausting.
"That was because, at the time, I thought the entire interstellar space, all the planets, were exactly like this. Later, I was fortunate enough to enter the Federation Star to study, and only then did I realize that people are not born equal.
"Wages on all Numbered Planets are paid daily. This isn’t because the capitalists are merciful, but because the turnover rate here is simply too high. No one knows whether the person working today will be dead by tomorrow.
"I can understand why that man lied on camera. It was for ten thousand Star Coins.
"That is an amount a laborer here might spend an entire lifetime trying to earn.
"By filming these videos, I hope to show everyone the absolute truth of this place—
"I hope you can all look at us, look at the Numbered Planets, and see not just the ignorance here, but the root cause of that ignorance. I hope the Federation can establish local schools. And, if possible, please let us also enjoy the wages guaranteed under the law.
"I am utterly useless. I can’t do a single thing. I am the hope of our planet, and I worked so agonizingly hard to make it out... only to find that, after getting out, all I can do is post a video like this."