The resources are from top to bottom, the upper level has everything, the lower level leftovers, and the lower level people cannibalize.
The administrator called this vertical self-management center. They didn't see the corpse, but felt that everyone was killing each other because of greed and lack of self-discipline. She thinks that everyone only takes their own portion and everyone eats enough, but in fact she doesn't even know how many floors are here.
Good words to persuade no one to pay attention to you, the threat of shit is more useful. But there is no way to persuade the upper class. After all, there is no way to put shit on it.
The revolution to change still depends on violence, the wise man said, first persuade, and then the ghost can deal with you.
Did they kill more people than they starved to death this time?
The downward channel is always open, but if you want to go up, you have to pull you from the upper level. Someone pulls you, someone shit on your head.
The people on the lower level will not think that the people below are still starving to death, they will only eat more frantically.
Eating has become a way of survival, and food has no taste anymore. No one can move the carefully prepared snails, just a little bit of meat. Even the upper class people are no longer in the mood to enjoy food.
Finally, he desperately delivered the pudding, and the chef thought that it was because of the hair that no one would eat it. After all, he didn't know what was going on here.
What I didn’t understand at the end was, why did the upper class commit suicide?
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