Chapter 25: Where Do You Plan to Bury Me?

The existence of people in capitalist society is unprecedentedly neglected.

In agricultural society, human survival depends on the land.

The agricultural production of sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn binds people to the land.

This kind of bondage has many drawbacks, such as crop yield reduction due to climate risks, and poverty caused by rulers' exploitation.

But this bondage makes people closely connected to the land and their families.

With ignorant cognition, they can clearly feel the meaning of existence in their impoverished lives.

Pitiful yet fortunate.

Industrial civilization is dominated by capital.

Capital's fanaticism for profit, engraved in their blood, drives them to alienate people step by step.

Production assembly lines require qualified screws.

From the moment industrialized production processes appear, they will continue to overflow.

All industries have to engage in self-transformation toward alienation.

Either change and join this hunt.

Or stay stagnant and become more sensitive raw material for capital.

Factory assembly line workers are only responsible for one process, they are standard screws.

In the booming modern service industry, service industry practitioners only need to be responsible for a certain part of the service process, and they also become screws.

Many screws are attracted by the beautiful illusions of lights and wine.

In advertisements and propaganda, there are implications for screws.

This is your era, everything is equal, as long as you work hard, you can make it too.

They say life is a wilderness, not a track.

They say we live in the era we admire.

Screws, work hard, capital needs your labor and consumption.

This is part of the consequence of alienation.

They use capital to divide families, maximize the atomization of each individual, and allow exploitation to easily penetrate from the skin to the bone marrow.

They secretly divide groups, provoke various minor conflicts, and force you to believe their lies through the horn of public opinion.

Kolno, a self-proclaimed different black boy, is a typical victim of alienation.

He left his home and decided to "adventure" alone like a man.

He thought the cunning Asians were too diligent and snatched his porter job.

He hated his mother for being too conservative and nagging, hated the cunning Asians for being shameless and hardworking.

Kolno hasn't thought deeply for a long time.

He used his impoverished wisdom to create a set of self-explanatory logic and never thought about it again.

Now, a knife is placed on his face.

The cold blade made him regain the feeling of thinking.

Humans are advanced animals, and the human brain is incredibly sophisticated, capable of storing vast amounts of information and performing extremely complex calculations.

Thanks to Kolno's excellent style of being poor but not lacking food, his brain did not let him down.

Past memories replayed like rewinding movie reels.

Kolno saw the scene when he left home, his mother crying and begging.

That woman pleaded bitterly, tears streaming down her face.

He remembered.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

Kolno remembered how to apologize.

Chan Daqi's lips were tightly pressed.

He didn't expect that the black guy he pressed down would be so dignified.

Just a plea for mercy, and he hesitated for half a minute.

Daqi finally let go of his suspended heart.

Almost didn't hold it back.

"Sani, do you accept his apology?"

The black girl was already anxious, the silence just now was so long.

She couldn't understand why Kolno wanted to die like this.

When the knife was on your neck, weren't you afraid?

This was obviously a pure idiot, and there should be no quarrel with idiots.

Now that the dust had settled, she wouldn't hesitate naturally.

"I accept it, can you get up now, Cheng?"

Sani hadn't gone to school for a few years, but she understood the gravity of the situation.

Her words gave Cheng Daqi a small step, equivalent to a well-timed assist.

Daqi swore that this was the last time, and he would never confront black people face-to-face again.

He really didn't understand black people's behavior.

He really thought Kolno wanted to die desperately, so he faced the knife for half a minute without saying a word.

That half minute was almost enough to make Daqi panic.

The most nervous moment in two lifetimes.

Ironically, Daqi was destined not to figure out the answer.

What he thought: JBM, who knows, black people are too dignified.

Reality: Kolno's brain is basically just a decoration, even asking for mercy requires half a minute of thought.

"I was scared too. When you suddenly rushed out like that, I thought about where to bury you after you were beaten to death."

Sani led the way ahead, retorting Daqi's words.

What do you mean I should have stopped you? Did you give me a chance?

Two seconds to resolve the fight, how could I stop it?

"Sani, are you looking forward to my death so much?"

"Not really, but you didn't act like an Asian today. You actually killed that black guy."

"You're also black."

"F**K, black people can call black people black, but you can't, OK?"

"Then what do you think Asians should be like?"

"I don't know how to say it, but most of them aren't like you. You're the first Asian I've ever seen like this."

"Okay, can I ask a question?"

"I don't like you, and I'm not moved by your stupidity, got it?"

"Not about that, why do you keep thinking about it?"

"Then go ahead and ask."

"Where do you plan to bury me?"

"There's a public shelter for stray dogs near Red Street. Stray dogs that are euthanized are buried there.

"I plan to open one of the dog's graves and put your ashes in it."

"Sani, you're such a sweetheart."

There was a hint of bitter helplessness in Cheng Daqi's tone.

What could he do? The neighbor girl Sani was already good enough.

Even in death, she'd help you collect your corpse, even dig your grave.

But he still felt annoyed!

"Of course!"

Sani raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiling in response.