Chapter 1522 - 496: So It Was God! Enabling Immobility!

Chapter 1522: Chapter 496: So It Was God! Enabling Immobility!

People’s ambition determines the land’s yield.

In the world of capital, risk is often linked to profit.

Therefore, learning how to control risk and benefit is a compulsory lesson for every participant.

However, in the Western world, there is an investment where returns and risks are disproportionate, with low risks and high profits. History has repeatedly shown that the so-called risks are nothing but false alarms.

This business is called "Make the people suffer, and I’ll take the blame."

Resources in society are limited. If you eat a bit more, I eat a bit less. If the upper class takes more, the lower class will starve.

As a result, conflicts over social resources often erupt, the smaller ones being peasant uprisings, and the larger ones being dynastic changes.

But the situation in Europe and America is different. Indeed, there have been peasant uprisings in Europe and America, quite a few times, but the outcomes are very abstract. It often goes from a triumphant advance into the royal capital to pleading with the king or president for tax relief, squandering the great advantages, and finally being easily disintegrated and suppressed.

Others looked at this scene and laughed. This group of livestock can be oppressed however you like, can they not?

Anyway, they can’t do anything significant.

Thus, again and again, the bottom line of the lower class is squeezed, and 10% of the people force the remaining 90% to retreat, giving up the already scarce resources.

After Victoria’s strict selection, it became common for factory owners to chain workers to machines.

Do you feel that the lower-class people in Europe and America lack spine, not knowing to resist even at this stage?

But you must realize that social contradictions will never resolve themselves. No matter how you shift, the contradictions remain, and these contradictions will eventually give rise to something even more bloody and fierce than the dynastic changes of the East.

Under the joint oppression of European factory owners, a red monster was born. From its inception, it was driven by the desire to eliminate private ownership and all exploiting classes.

And after that monster fell silent for ninety years, the bourgeoisie, having forgotten the pain once the scars healed, resumed compressing the living space of the lower class, plundering their already scant survival resources.

This time, they possess more military force than before and hold more social control power than before, able to easily suppress any disturbance.

What can you do to me?

Holding this mentality, the upper-class members of European society have never considered the views of the lower class. As for policies, tax laws, and regulations, you only need to obediently listen and bear it, with no right to speak whatsoever.

The populace’s repeated retreat and concessions have finally led to this final result.

This vibrant brain.

The elegant individuals of the upper class surely think they’ve been benevolent enough, after all, they didn’t use the brains of you lower class people as calculation centers. These are things painstakingly brought back from abroad!

What will the lower class react?

What does that have to do with me?

This disparity in social class awareness, the attitude of the upper class towards the lower class, and the extent of societal tear are all exposed before the workers’ eyes like this still vividly operating brain.

The workers who were just excited immediately fell into panic, dispersing as if they had seen some monster, except for some experienced elders who were relatively calm.

An old worker grabbed an engineer who had been adjusting the production line earlier and roared angrily,

"What is this? I ask you, what is this!"

"This is a biological computer, it can complete the entire assembly line work at once...."

The engineer, of course, knew what the exposure of this thing would lead to, but how could those below possibly oppose those above?

Either work honestly, resign and get lost, or even be silenced.

The workers were about to go mad, now feeling that even if robots or Artificial Intelligence took their jobs, it wouldn’t be unacceptable.

The old worker continued to press, his face pale, trembling as he held the engineer’s hand,

"Who’s inside this?"

The engineer hastily shook his head,

"I don’t know.... I really don’t know. It’s probably either Cubans, Middle Easterners, or Asians. It’s impossible to tell from the batch number, but who cares?"

"You demons!"

The old worker punched the engineer to the ground, intending to rally others to smash this damned machine, but a gunshot rang from outside the factory gate, the old worker’s forehead burst open, and blood splattered on the faces of the surrounding workers.

The company’s security reinforcements had arrived.

They were clad in armed anti-riot gear, wielding rifles, looking imposing and full of momentum.

These armed security personnel surrounded the workers, the dark muzzles exuding a murderous intent. No one doubted whether these company dogs would shoot, these executioners never blinked when killing, the corpses on the ground being the best evidence.

Buzz—

The ceiling inside the factory suddenly lit up,

A suited management personnel appeared in a holographic projection above everyone’s head like a deity, the workers on the ground akin to ants at the feet of a god,

"You are gathering to cause trouble, damaging company property, affecting the normal operation of our company, causing substantial economic losses. The compensation bill will be sent to your home after verification."

With a gentle wave of his virtual, gigantic hand, he predetermined the fate of these ants.

"Arrest the leaders and the planners, let the law judge their crimes."

The security guards immediately drew their batons and rushed into the crowd, scattering the people with a few blows.