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He took the fried bacon and eggs handed over by his wife, swallowed it in three bites, and then went out to get on his tractor. The workers had already harvested a small scale according to the booking plan. All kinds of machinery need to be debugged within the last two weeks. He had to go to the scene to keep an eye on it to ensure that everyone could use the large machinery correctly.

He could not afford the losses caused by an injury to a person.

The early morning air was cold and wet, which was the sign that the automatic irrigation device began to water. Els turned the steering wheel with satisfaction and kicked the accelerator toward the workers gathering in the distance.

It was not until they caught up with their slow pace that Els stopped the engine and then walked forward and asked:

“Are the machinery and tools ready?”

"It's ready, boss, today's oil price has dropped again. I haven't used up the money for purchasing fuel yesterday. I'll give it to you when the work is finished---1100 Taole."

“1100? So many?”

Els asked in surprise.

In fact, the total amount of money he handed over to the workers yesterday was only 4,000 yuan, which was the price last week. If we look at the other party’s reply, the price of diesel fell by more than 20% in just one week.

"Yes, it's all done by China's nuclear fusion--but this seems to be a good thing for us. We are not oil-producing countries anyway, right?"

"That's not necessarily. Our international economic system is based on the Daole and the oil system. If the oil price collapses, our national economy will also collapse..."

Elles is a farmer who has finished college and has much vision of such economic and political matters than these workers.

After explaining patiently, most of the workers understood what he said, and then changed his attitude as if he had taken advantage of it before and began to attack China regardless of the overall situation.

Hearing these extremely emotional remarks, Els didn't say much, but just reminded him to pay attention to safety, and then began to patrol forward.

The farm is very large, and it often takes four or five hours to complete the inspection, so he often takes a break in the middle, eats lunch, and then leisurely completes the rest of the work.

Today was of course no exception. As always, he stopped by a stream running through the farm and took out the lunch box from his carry-on backpack, which contained a sandwich that his wife had prepared for him.

However, before he could bite down, a hurrying call came from the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, boss! Something happened!"

Els rushed to the walkie-talkie and his heart rose at this moment.

Whatever you are afraid of is what you come.

If an industrial injury occurs at this time, the annual income of his farm will be greatly reduced.

"What's the matter? Say it!"

"Boss, Charles is dead!"

"Shar is dead??What's going on?"

Els asked in shock.

He never expected that the accident would be so serious. Logically speaking, although large machinery nowadays are at certain risk, most of them have taken complete life support measures. Even if a small accident occurs, it is difficult to reach a death-desperate level.

You're not being pushed by a car, right?

"We don't know, we suddenly died!"

"Suddenly he died? Are you sure he died, didn't he fainted from heatstroke?"

Hearing this, Els' heart had already let go.

As long as you don't die in the accident, the loss will not be too great.

"It's true that he's dead... It looks like a heart attack... We hear him screaming on the intercom, and he's already fallen to the ground when he finds him."

“Cytopulmonary resuscitation quickly!”

Els shouted.

“……We won’t.”

"Damn, have you never watched a movie? Press the heart and breathe artificially!"

"Yes, yes, someone has done it, but it doesn't seem to be of use..."

"Then stand there and wait for me!"

Els started the tractor and rushed towards the direction when he was coming. He kept confirming the direction and position with others. At this time, he was calm and calm. Of course, this was not because he was born to be calm when encountering major events, but because this matter had nothing to do with him.

He died for no reason, and most likely he would be an emergency disease. So what does this have to do with him, the farmer?

Since it doesn't matter, of course there is no need to worry.

Thinking of this, Els was even feeling a little leisurely.

However, the next second, a voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie that made him extremely uneasy:

"Damn it, Daopu is dead too! Boss!"

Half a second later, the walkie-talkie suddenly became silent, and cold sweat had already slipped off Els' face.
Chapter completed!