Is this what a zombie is?

135. The resentment of working people

"Damn it, I'm working overtime until this late again, and I don't even get overtime pay. It's fucking awful. The boss is a bloodsucker."

The programmer, dressed in a plaid shirt, growled menacingly and slammed his fist hard against the back of the chair in front of him. He didn't care that his fist was bleeding, but his face became even more distorted and ferocious.

His words were like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, instantly stirring up a thousand waves and triggering a denunciation or, more accurately, a misery contest in the carriage.

"My bonus was stolen again this month, damn it! All he does is make empty promises. The promises are big and round, but I can't see or touch them. How am I supposed to eat them? Eat air?"

"Who says otherwise? How can we live without money? I work overtime until 11 pm every day, all to earn more money. Do you know how hard it is for me?"

A young woman's eyes reddened as she spoke, and she burst into tears, clutching her bag. It was unclear what painful memory she had been thinking about.

"The stocks I bought are down so badly they're greener than my head. I've lost my entire salary this month. How am I going to explain this to my wife when I get home...?"

The middle-aged man slapped his thigh, heartbroken and full of regret.

"My son's tuition for next semester is still not settled..."

"I still haven't paid my mortgage this month. The bank calls me every day to chase me up. I really want to burn this house down and then jump off the building to die."

Another person was in the middle of a three-year loan crisis. The thought of having to repay for another thirty years, besides this month, made him clutch his head and groan in pain.

It hurts, it hurts too much!

"The company is cutting salaries and laying off employees, and I'm on the first list. I've worked my ass off for the company for ten years, and this is the result I get? Why should I?"

"Why? Why do they earn more than me just because they have a higher degree? They're incompetent, and their interpersonal skills are even worse. What do they have besides a diploma?"

"Working 996 is a blessing, 007 is normal. Having a job is already a blessing. These capitalists really don't know what's going on in their lives, haha, hahaha..."

Although he was laughing, the laughter sounded even worse than crying.

In an instant, the entire carriage became a place for venting negative emotions, where workers unleashed all the resentment and dissatisfaction they had accumulated.

They put on a brave face and endure hardship in the workplace, but in addition to their work, they also face the daily grind of life, which can be overwhelming.

Deep in their hearts, too much dissatisfaction, resentment and anger had accumulated, yet they could not be quelled or eliminated.

In the unique environment inside the train carriage, these negative emotions were amplified and aroused, and they all transformed into real "vengeful ghosts," profoundly illustrating what it means for the resentment of working people to be heavier than that of ghosts.

However, this overwhelming resentment seemed somewhat out of place to the trio sitting in the back row.

As the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome, but some people are born in Rome, while others are destined to be beasts of burden.

Young Master Ai, who has never lacked money since childhood, doesn't really have a concept of money or going to work. After all, his job is just signing autographs, and he has never touched money, either by swiping a card or signing a check.

Therefore, he genuinely cannot understand or empathize with the suffering of these working people.

As for gaming, he's not old enough to need to work, and with his talent and abilities, he doesn't need to work at all. He can make money just by playing games, so achieving financial freedom wouldn't be difficult for him.

Therefore, he couldn't understand it at all; the world is just that unfair.

Jiang Chen understood this to some extent, after all, he studied medicine. There's a saying that goes, "Advising someone to study medicine will get you struck by lightning."

Although he didn't officially start working, he had done an internship, so he could understand the hardships of working and empathize with them to some extent.

That's too much, since he doesn't need to suffer that hardship anymore.

"If you don't want to go to work, then don't go to work!"

When Ai said this, she sounded both clear-headed and foolish.

Jiang Chen sighed and said speechlessly, "Do you think everyone is like you, making money without working? They don't make money even though they work."

"If you don't have money, work hard to earn it. What's the use of complaining so much? It won't improve you."

Jiang Chen opened his mouth to speak, but for a moment he didn't know what to say because the two sides' values ​​were too different. No matter how much he said, this person who was not short of money would not understand. So Jiang Chen wisely chose to compromise and nodded.

"Yes, you're right."

Jiang Chen stared at the driver in the driver's seat. Since getting into the car, he had not said a word or made a single unnecessary movement. So why was he stirring up the resentment of these workers?

Within his Qi-gazing vision, along with the workers' complaints, wisps of thick, ink-black resentment rose from their bodies.

The resentment spread and intertwined, constantly influencing each other and making their resentment even stronger. Under such an atmosphere, even Jiang Chen and the other two had to be careful and keep their minds clear so as not to be affected.

When the concentration of resentment reached a certain level, the driver in the driver's seat finally made a move. With his action, the resentment in the car was absorbed by the driver in one go, like a whale sucking up water.

At first, this absorption felt like a relief to the migrant workers.

As their resentment dissipated, the ferocity and pain on their faces gradually faded, and their emotions calmed down. Although they were still exhausted, they at least returned to normal.

However, this was just the beginning, because the driver was insatiable. After draining the resentment, it did not stop there; the resentment was just an appetizer.

Now that the appetizers are finished, it's time for the main course.

As a result, a deeper and more active energy was forcibly extracted from the workers' bodies.

That is a person's "essence, energy, and spirit," which are the foundation for maintaining life activities.

When he started to drain their energy, Jiang Chen followed suit. If he didn't act soon, given the energy levels of these workers, they would probably be drained in just a few minutes.

A murderous glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and he no longer hesitated.

He started with a palm strike as before, a flash of eerie blue lightning disappearing in an instant, the dazzling light illuminating the entire dimly lit carriage in a ghastly white light.

It was swift, accurate, and ruthless, giving the driver no time to react.

boom--

The driver's seat and car windows shattered, and violent electric current exploded, crackling and popping, but Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

This attack did not kill the driver.

The large amount of resentment he had just absorbed formed a buffer layer, helping him withstand most of the damage, which is why his power could kill with a single blow.