Chapter 1101: Chapter 358: Profit-Driven Milk Should Not Be Taken_2

Moreover, these words are too sensitive; if heard and spread by someone with intentions, they will bring danger.

She simply said,

"Because we have united, we should unite, Jasieya. We go to produce what we need, not what the company wants us to produce."

On the surface, Horizon Corporation holds 80% of the shares in affiliated enterprises and factories, while players hold 20%.

But quite a few of the profits from that 80% are allocated to worker bonuses. They are working for the collective, not for some boss.

In the Stone Ridge Mountain Industrial Zone, many factories and Big Sur Farm are producing for Horizon Corporation’s internal consumption, completely not pursuing profit.

The productivity is sufficient, even to say entirely surplus.

A synthetic meat factory can produce at least 80 tons of synthetic meat per day; Lin Miao has five such factories, and a total of 200 workers inside.

Their output is enough for 400,000 people to eat a pound of synthetic meat every day, and they are still expanding.

If Lin Miao can afford to play this game, won’t other companies also be able to?

This is not an isolated case.

There’s also pharmaceuticals, prosthetics, real estate...

If these enterprises want, building a second Night City within a year is not impossible.

But they won’t do that.

Because doing so won’t make money.

If Lin Miao hadn’t hit those food companies hard before, they would have used unfair competition and market disruption as reasons to demand shutting down these internal supply meat factories.

They use such tactics to divide people based on assets, skin, and regional race into classes.

Because for them, joy doesn’t come from what to eat, but from exploitation, from capital appreciation, only this brings them pleasure.

They want to set the market prices of products as high as possible, and to reduce labor costs to just enough to maintain basic livelihood.

Then stand at the top and enjoy the pleasure of enslaving people.

Cigars must be rolled on young girls’ thighs, wine must be made from grapes crushed by young girls, handbags strung with baby spine bones, eating roasted testicles of four-year-old boys they believe can enhance virility (evidence is right there, on Epstein’s Lolita Island).

Cannibalism, predation makes them feel that they are in a higher ecological niche, the artificial beings were born twisted under such ideas.

Then, through artistic creation and marketing means, artificially fabricate a sense of ’nobility’, ’sophistication’, and use literary works to tell you that Utopia doesn’t exist, dystopia is reality, is truth.

Stop daydreaming, honestly be a peasant.

Even in pursuit of this enslavement thrill, they reach a realm of near ignorance, willing to be an African monarch Mobuto, rather than a civilian of the New World.

Even if the civilian’s living standard is more than ten times stronger than Mobuto’s, it’s all the same.

Without a strong government holding them, this group of monopoly-completing entrepreneurs is just a group of stagnant pigs, their shortsightedness to an outrageous degree.

Will not earn tomorrow’s one dollar if today’s ten cents can be earned.

A group who does not contribute even the slightest benefit to society, the iron bastards.

Hayek’s big hand?

Joke

In the eyes of Western economics, goods grow from shelves.

In which era was the economic system of the United States healthiest?

The answer is the era when Roosevelt put a 90% tax rate on them with an iron fist, standing next to the red giant.

Jasieya pointed to Taiping Continent’s construction site that roared all night.

"But these hotels... do you need them too?"

"Yes, we need them."

Rita nodded affirmatively.

"Because here we can make money from those rich people, although it doesn’t belong to us now, it will one day belong to us, to every person working here."

This statement made Jasieya shudder, yet she couldn’t help but imagine, if this were true, what a wonderful life it would be...

Her eyes dimmed because she knew she didn’t belong here.

She had no sense of belonging to that faraway island, and yet she couldn’t cut off the connection.

In fact, she’s here to destroy.

A sense of guilt arose spontaneously; Jasieya even couldn’t help wanting to confide her origins, but swallowed back the words at the tip of her tongue.

Because saying it out loud would cause her life here to collapse, even turning her into an enemy.

"Don’t worry, once Taiping Continent is built, you can take the things here back to your homeland and build it up. If you encounter any difficulties, we will fully support you, technology, resources, as long as we have it, you’ll have it, because only by uniting can we build a world belonging to us."

The words spoken from the worker’s committee were so fervent that not even the sea breeze could blow away their intensity.

The light shining along the coast couldn’t match a tenth of the infectiousness of their smile.

A strong sense of belonging appeared deep in Jasieya’s heart; she wanted to stay here as a person, not be a dog for the Cuban drug lord.

"I... I actually..."

Jasieya bit her teeth almost to pieces but couldn’t say the remaining words.

Rita saw her difficulty and patted Jasieya’s shoulder, signaling her to relax.

"If you haven’t figured it out, you can wait until you have before speaking, anyway I’ll always be here, there’s no rush."

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The workers of Taiping Continent are busy.

The players are equally busy, even in South and North.

The Giant stood on the airport runway, gazing toward the distant city.