The residents' work hours a day aren't short, and many residents can mine more than one unit of iron ore per hour.

"Even though it's industrial garbage, if we could sell this stuff, we should be able to make a fair amount of money."

Ai looked at the robots working not far away. Although he felt these robots were industrial garbage, they couldn't even compare to the robots in "Neon City," and their body structures were even inferior to the Black Hole Armored Robots.

Extremely rudimentary...

So rudimentary they looked like products made by children stacking industrial waste.

But there's no denying it, they're a genius invention for mining!

"Not much profit."

Chen Mang shook his head with a smile: "The cost factory price is 2,500 units of iron ore, this price is much more expensive than a slave. At the market back then, a normal slave was only 500 units of iron ore."

"And their daily consumption is higher than slaves."

"One Level 1 Energy Stone can sustain work for 180 days, which is an average daily consumption of 2.7 units of iron ore."

"Ten loaves of bread are only 1 unit of iron ore; a normal train slave's daily food consumption isn't this high."

"It's just this point of being able to work continuously for 24 hours that makes them sellable."

"Beginners definitely can't afford it, but selling to those slick train wolves is no problem."

"There's still some profit to be made, and it diversifies the shop's stock."

...

In the universe, there's a law called the "Law of Conservation of Smile."

This law is a bit similar to the law of conservation of energy.

A smile doesn't appear without reason.

Once it rises on one person's face, it will vanish from another's.

Chen Mang smiled.

But the smiles on the residents' faces gradually disappeared.

"..."

A middle-aged man leaning on a pickaxe stared blankly at the uniform line of mining robots not far away, a deep despair starting to form in his eyes, as if... he was about to lose his job.

Why is that?!

He had been thinking, with so much ore in this space, if he worked harder during this period, he could definitely rise to a Level 1 resident treatment!

He'd been working with only four hours of sleep each day, relying on cola to sustain himself the rest of the time, just to mine more and upgrade sooner.

But...

When did those mining robots appear?

No matter how hard he worked, how could he compete with robots?

Robots can work around the clock, 24 hours without a break!

Does life really have to treat him this way?

Before Doomsday, he was an illustrator; he admitted his skills weren't great, but he made ends meet. But after AI was invented, he lost his job, feeling frustrated but helpless.

He couldn't even find someone to vent to.

This is the tide of the era, not something he alone could stop, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. He accepted it, thinking this was normal.

But——

It's the damn Doomsday, why can his job still be replaced by AI robots!

For a moment.

Panic spread among the crowd. If robots could completely replace their jobs, what was their meaning of existence on the train?

In the Doomsday, no one could afford to be useless. It's not that people enjoyed slacking, but everyone understood one thing: in Doomsday, if you have no value, you're almost certainly going to be abandoned.

A person who can't create value often has no reason to continue living.

Wasting food.

Death is the best ending.

It was already midnight, and most residents had returned to their carriages to sleep. The few who remained were still here working overtime, so those still mining at this hour were either eager to get promoted or earn more Fixed Star Coupons.

"Will we... will we still be able to leave here alive?"

"The machine guns in the residential area of the train haven't started a purge yet, right?"

"No way, don't worry about that. From what I know, the cost of machine guns is higher than us, they probably wouldn't use machine guns, they'd just close the fridge door and lower the temperature, that saves resources."

"Otherwise, give me a pickaxe now, I think being smashed to death by a pickaxe would be more comfortable than freezing to death."

At this moment——

A screen appeared in the iris chips of all the residents who had not yet fallen asleep.

-

"All residents continue as usual. Those with special talents may report to Old Pig. In the short term, residents will mine alongside mining robots, and eventually, mining robots will gradually replace most of the residents' mining work."

"During this time, all residents should try to unearth their talents, so the train can assign appropriate jobs for you."

"Those who are already employed as madam, sales, or promoters in Neon City can also earn Fixed Star Coupons based on performance and working hours."

"If you don't have special talents, you may continue mining in the future."

-

The appearance of this message.

Instilled calm once again among the restless hearts of these sleepless residents. Since Master Mang said so, there shouldn't be any problems.

"Phew..."

For a moment, hundreds of residents let out a sigh of relief; they feared they'd be turned into soap for losing value.

Or sold to other trains.

Only those who've stayed on other trains, and then arrived at the Fixed Star, would know that the Fixed Star is basically like Eden in Doomsday.

But.

Evidently, in the short term, mining robots would be mining iron alongside residents, but eventually, such repetitive work would be replaced by robots. They must showcase talents that can't be replaced by robots to continue living better on the Fixed Star.

"It's not a big deal."

A nearby man wasn't too concerned: "I believe with the train's development, there will definitely be ways for people not to sleep at all. When that happens, I can also mine for 24 hours, can't that match the robots?"

"If I eat a little less, maybe my consumption will be lower than the robots."

"Brother, not even Iron Man can withstand this much usage, you belong to the goblins, huh."

"Goblin?"

The man shook his head contemptuously: "My resident number is 67, probably one of the earliest residents of the train? When I joined the train, goblins weren't even a thing. At first, those goblins were the furthest, mining the longest hours every day."

"But now look, where are those goblins, don't they all get tired, can't stand it, and go back to sleep?"

"Speaking of man and horse."

"I've never served anyone, not even goblins. Human potential is limitless."

...

Inside the train cabin.

Chen Mang sat in a chair, looking at the control panel screen, wondering how the purchase of Dream Stones was going and whether there were trains selling such things.

The train currently doesn't lack production efficiency.

What is lacking is enough mining areas.

Not everywhere can you find so many mines. If it wasn't for that Adventure Map Er Dan found, he would rarely encounter such a rich high-resource mining area. Those 2,000 mining robots couldn't fully replace the residents.

But...

Under normal circumstances, a few mines wouldn't require this many people for mining; the mining efficiency is a bit excessive. Once enough Dream Stones are procured, he can start crafting his own "Cyber Mine."

Residents can mine in their dreams.

Considering humanitarianism.

12 hours mining in the "Cyber Mine," 12 hours resting.

In a sense, it can even be said there's no mining at all, just resting, as working in dreams can't be considered real work, can it?

In this way——

He has another channel for obtaining iron ore!

It's precisely because he had a plan that he felt these residents have no need to worry about unemployment.

Unemployment?

That definitely won't happen.

After all, robots can't dream. This is a unique human capability, the only ticket to the Cyber Mine.

...

Soon——

24 hours passed.

The third operation of "Neon City" came to an end. Inside the train cabin, Mr. Li stood by, looking at the report in his hand and began to report: "Last night was the third opening of 'Neon City,' operating for 24 hours, the number of Train Captains entering Neon City increased year-on-year..."

"Hold on."

Chen Mang raised his hand, interrupting Mr. Li's report: "No need to report so much data every time, keep it simple, just tell me how many people entered Neon City this time, then how much iron ore I can take."

"Yes." Mr. Li nodded, glanced at the data, and started to report again: "A total of 912 people entered Neon City, with a net profit of 7.92 million units of iron ore, all available to take."

"So little?"

Chen Mang couldn't help but frown, questioning: "How come more people than last time, but the profit is so much less?"

"I worked so hard to create Neon City, why is it making less and less money?"

"Call Li Shiji and Ai over, have them explain to me what exactly is going on."

"In a day, they earned me only 8 million units of iron ore."

"Did Neon City have a biochemical crisis?"

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